Growing up with a lot of male friends sounds easy. It wasn’t.

Other girls labeled me fast. I got slut-shamed before I even knew what that really meant. Later, in my 20s, I figured out the hard rule: don’t hook up with your friends. It complicates everything. Bad business. Bad endings.

But it also showed me something valuable. Who was real, and who wasn’t.

I got lucky. A few solid guys stayed in my life for years. Kevin was one of them. He was like a big brother.

When I had nowhere to go, he gave me his couch. No hesitation.

His girlfriend at the time, Nicole (hi Nicole), heard about it and understandably freaked out. I assumed I was about to get kicked out before I even unpacked my bag.

But Kevin did something rare.

He stood up for me. Not in a dramatic way. Just firm, simple, clear. He stood up for our friendship.

And that changed everything.

Nicole realized I wasn’t a threat. We ended up becoming friends. Years later, when Kevin was with Stephanie, I got to return that same energy. Stephanie welcomed me right away.

When Kevin passed in January 2026 from pancreatic cancer, I stood beside her while she gave his eulogy.

That’s the kind of man he was. 

tHAT IS THE KIND OF FRIEND THAT HE SHOWED ME HOW TO BE. 

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Now here’s where things flip.

The night Innerslut.com stopped being just a domain and started becoming something real…

It was me, Kevin, and my roommate Sal.

We were throwing out ideas like idiots with too much caffeine:

• Dropship sex toys

• Lingerie store

• Some generic, forgettable porn site

• Hold the domain and sell it later

Nothing hit.

Then I said, “All the other ‘slut’ sites are already taken.”

Kevin didn’t even blink.

“That’s a lot of sluts.”

Sal jumped in:

“How many sluts can there even be?”

And then it turned into chaos.

We started rapid-firING them like we were possessed:

• Taco Sluts

• Soccer Sluts

• Ford Sluts

• Professor Sluts

• Student Sluts

• Slutology

• Slutologist

• Sparkle Slut

• Star-Spangled Slut

Just stacking words. No filter. No plan. Just energy.

Twenty minutes of pure nonsense.

And then Kevin dropped it.

Clean. Effortless. Like it had always been there.

“Slut-Ever.”

No pause. No explanation.

Just… truth landing on the table.

That was the moment.

IT WAS SLUTASTIC!

Not a business plan. Not a strategy deck.

Just three people, a messy conversation, and one word that refused to be ignored.

And now it’s not just a word.

It’s a flag. 🏴‍☠️ 

KEVINS PASSING AWAY HAS HIT ME HARD. 

IT HURTS. DEEP. 

I TOOK FOR GRANTED HIS PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. 

I NEVER GOT TO THANK HIM FOR EVERYTHING HES TAUGHT ME AND DONE FOR ME. 

THIS IS MY THANKS. 

HIS BIRTHDAY WAS THE DAY AFTER MINE. 

WE TRIED TO ALWAYS CELEBRATE. 

"SLUT - EVER" IS FOR THE KEVIN KELLY'S IN YOUR LIFE. 

ONE OF A KIND

TRUE BLUE

TIL THE WHEELS FALL OFF

RIDE OR DIE'S. 

THE ONES THAT LIVE LOUDLY, UNFILTERED. THAT LOVE QUIETLY AND PROTECT WHOLE HEARTEDLY. THE ONES WHO WORK HARD AT PLAYING, AND COULD CARE LESS ABOUT OTHER PEOPLES OPINIONS. HE WAS LOYAL TO THOSE HE LOVED AND I WAS LJUCKY TO GET TO BE HIS FRIEND

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INNERSLUT WILL PUT OUT A LIMITED EDITION 

SLUT - EVER DROP EVERY YEAR ON MARCH 5. ONLY 50 WILL BE MADE. 

ONCE THEYRE GONE, THEYRE GONE.