Queerie Bradshaw
Queerie Bradshaw

Finals over an apartment haphazardly moved into storage, I loaded up my Subaru with every cute work outfit I owned and drove to my summer internship in San Francisco.

Nervous to start my first day of work, I woke up early, got out the Fling—my new favourite sex toy—and engaged in a bit of stress relief.

Everything was going swimmingly until I felt something warm and wet start to spread across my sheets.

Dammit, I thought to myself, I just peed the bed!

I had woken up kinda sorta needing to pee, but I thought I could hold it through the fun.

Apparently, I was wrong.

Embarrassed, I pulled out of myself and got up to run to the bathroom, only then realizing my bladder was still completely full. Reaching down, I smelled the liquid covering my fingers, and it definitely wasn’t urine.

I felt like a little girl who just got her period. I knew this day would come, I’d read and prepared as much as I could, and yet I was still caught off guard when it finally happened: my very first female ejaculation.

I was now, officially, a woman.

As with the day I got my period, I wanted to run out and tell everyone, but instead, I started feeling self-conscious about the mess my body made. I was immediately thankful this hadn’t happened on The Wind’s brother’s couch the night she got me close years ago and was thankful my roommate was gone so I could clean up in private.

It wasn’t my fault—it just happened—yet I still felt shame over the wet sheets and I began to worry about what kind of future messes I may make in beds that may not be my own.

Remembering that female ejaculations are awesome, not awful, I pulled myself out of the societal shame spiral I was heading down and texted Costello and AK-47, two people I knew would understand what I was going through.

My shame turned to pride as they both sent encouraging positive congratulatory responses. Slowly and not-so-surely, I opened up to friend after friend, going up the sex-positive ladder, and gradually began to get enthused about my new ability.

By the time lunch rolled around, I was bursting with so much excitement I had to tell my story to Bearly Legal, a bear cub boy toy fellow intern. Over vegan Chinese food, we had an in-depth discussion on the various ways to orgasm that lasted all the way back to the law office doors.