Shirin is struggling to become an ideal Persian daughter, politically correct bisexual and hip young Brooklynite. She fails miserably in her attempt at all identities, and being without a cliché to hold onto can be a lonely experience. She and her (secret) girlfriend Maxine have broken up. Partners in their mutual disdain for all things young, hip and “Brooklyn,” the two were inseparable and now that they've parted ways, Shirin has to start from scratch- starting with the unimaginable task of having to trade the idyllic lesbian haven of Park Slope for a shared artist's loft in Bushwick where she must cohabitate with a sand castle instillation artist and her silent neo-beatnik boyfriend. Thanks to her best friend Crystal, Shirin finds a job teaching filmmaking at an afterschool program - learning too late that her pupils are all under the age of 6 and barely capable of tying their own shoes, let alone holding a camera. When her no-nonsense surgeon brother reveals his plan to propose to his family-approved Iranian girlfriend, Shirin’s desperation for normalcy sends her into a downward spiral of promiscuity; jumping from one absurd romantic encounter to another. Each rendezvous ignites memories of falling in and out of love with Maxine with Brooklyn as their playground. This mental scrap-book of their best and worst moments is what haunts Shirin as she takes her first steps into life after her first gay relationship. She combs over them, wondering where she went wrong and what she could have done differently, strategizing how to become the kind of woman who could have made the relationship work.