Queerie Bradshaw

08/12/10

I Like Your Style

Inspired by a cute French Bistro in the Hayes Valley district of San Francisco, I put an ad on Craigslist to see if anyone felt like going on a date with me. A few people responded, but all of them trailed off as email responses from Craigslist tend to do.For good measure, at the same time I posted an ad looking for just plain sex. This ad got many more responses, including a unsightly photo of some guy’s penis that promised to cure me of my homosexual sin.Luckily, along with the penis shot, I also got pictures of a tall blonde femme accompanied by a friendly yet blunt email explaining that she went to school in a small conservative town in Scotland and it had been awhile since she had sex. She wasn’t looking for anything serious, just some sexual tension release, which was...

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08/04/10

Back to the Dungeon

The only thing that marks the Citadel from the buildings around it is a small paper sign on the blacked-out glass door. Well, that and the people dressed in head to toe leather smoking outside.It didn’t take much for Peek A. Booty to convince me to go back to the dungeon. I’d been fantasizing about floggers and orgies since I left it last weekend and was eager to see what kind of trouble I could get in tonight.Walking inside, I handed my membership card and ID to the corset clad guard sitting on a stool in front of the black velvet entrance curtain. The guard wished me a pleasant adventure, pulled aside the curtain and let me in.What differentiates the Citadel from other BDSM play spaces I’ve been to is the tight community atmosphere upstairs. People sit around in...

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07/27/10

Curve Pride

To be honest, Pride parties aren’t usually my thing.I’m out and proud and about as gay as they get all year long, so it’s hard to justify spending twice as much to see the same people dance to the same music in the same bar I go to every week.I support the symbolism of the event and definitely appreciate the political presence Pride affords our community, but in all the years I lived in San Francisco, there wasn’t a party that moved me enough to deal with the crowds.This year, however, Curve magazine changed all of that.Teaming up with Movement Productions, Curve hosted the Eden parties, a serious of star studded events featuring hot celesbians and hilarious comedians.The parties began Thursday night with a meet and greet at the Parc 55 hotel. Most of the Curve...

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07/19/10

Welcoming Party, Part ll

...continued from last week.Covering her bases in a style that I respected, Roxie had dinner plans the next evening with another gal she met on Craigslist. We arranged to meet up later, however, so she could meet my friend Talia who was also riding on AIDS Lifecycle (ALC) that year.I woke up from my much needed after work nap to a text from Roxie saying her date was cool and she was bringing her along to drink with us. Trying not to get too nervous about the new competition, I headed to the Castro wearing lacey lingerie, a low cut shirt and funky jewelry.Finding yet another bar with arcade games, I lost $3 in quarters waiting for Roxie, her date and Talia to join me. Roxie’s date ended up being fun to chat with and another regular reader of this blog (yay to having...

Posted at 05:25 PM | Permalink | Comments: 0

07/02/10

Welcoming Party, Part I

Every June, over 2,000 masochistic do-gooders hop on their bikes and ride the 500 miles from San Francisco to LA to raise money to combat AIDS. Accompanied by over 1,000 “roadie” volunteers and support staff, the riders – who have each raised at least $3000 – bring a much needed visualization about the impact that AIDS continues to have on every community in the world.This epic event is called AIDS Lifecycle (http://www.aidslifecycle.org), or ALC, and for five years in a row I gladly gave my blood, sweat and tears as a roadie to be a part of this life changing experience. Law school has impeded my ability to take the full 7 days off to be on the ride, but I’ve kept active within the ALC community. This year, not only did I volunteer to help at...

Posted at 06:52 PM | Permalink | Comments: 2

06/15/10

Masturbate-a-thon

Hoping to learn more about my newfound ability to ejaculate from the experts themselves, I signed up to attend the Masturbate-a-thon (masturbate-a-thon.com), an annual fundraiser for the Center for Sex and Culture in San Francisco. Having spent all Sunday afternoon in an anti-oppression legal activist training seminar, Bearly Legal and I welcomed the much needed change of scenery. Joined by his boyfriend, The Bear, we meandered from room to room watching less masturbation than I had hoped for. Arriving just in time for the squirt competition, we watched as a quirky kinkster unrolled a sheet of white paper for the competitors to, um, compete on. Moving to closer seats, I sat down next to who I eventually recognized as porn star Tina Horn, wearing the sexiest jockstrap ever that...

Posted at 06:39 PM | Permalink | Comments: 0

06/08/10

Finally, It Has Happened to Me

Finals over and 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 favorite 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...

Posted at 07:00 PM | Permalink | Comments: 0

06/02/10

Canned Sauce

“How beautiful is the universe when something digestible meets with an eager digestion.” –Don MarquisForeplay is like preparing a complicated sauce.A pinch of this here, a dash of that there, constantly tasting to see if you’ve got it right, and once you have, slowly simmering just below a boil until you can’t take it anymore and you have to spread it and eat. Sure, you can use canned sauce like everyone else, but—when you’ve got the skills—it’s always better to create your own recipe.I get off on cooking for others, especially sexual partners. In a society of fast food and boxed lunches where no one is taught to cook anymore, I find one of the easiest ways to seduce a woman is to cook for her.Between finals and packing my house...

Posted at 01:02 PM | Permalink | Comments: 0

05/18/10

Three Point Plan for Sanity

This blog was supposed to be about Mother’s Day. It was supposed to be about making babies and sexy mamas and even stretched vaginas, but as I sit here writing, I can’t help but think about the one thing that has been consuming my mind, body and spirit for a month straight.No, it’s not sex. I wish it was. Oh, how I wish it was. But alas, it’s finals.With very few exceptions, every grade in law school is based on one single three-hour test. You cram as much into yourself as possible until you’re given the signal to spew it all back out again, hopefully in a way that gives the receiver pleasure. In my opinion, finals are 60 people sitting in a room intellectually masturbating onto a piece of paper, that is then reviewed by an “expert” who judges...

Posted at 06:32 PM | Permalink | Comments: 0

05/11/10

Peek A. Booty: Part II

...Continued from last week.Not only is Peek A. Booty fun to look at, she’s also fun to chat with, which made the next few hours in the car exciting. We talked of '90s hip-hop, sang along to KC and the Sunshine Band and told childhood stories of growing up on diets, all the while feeling each other up flirtingly.By the time we reached the off-ramp for her friend’s workplace, we both had bursting bladders from the copious cups of Jasmine tea we drank at dinner. Looking forward to relieving ourselves, we pulled into the address googlemaps gave us, and gawked at what we saw.In front of us was Area 51.Ok, it wasn’t really Area 51, but it was a maximum security government compound that looked a little too much like a cold war bunker for our liking. Apparently her friend...

Posted at 02:49 PM | Permalink | Comments: 0

	08/12/10 I Like Your Style Inspired by a cute French Bistro in the Hayes Valley district of San Francisco, I put an ad on Craigslist to see if anyone felt like going on a date with me. A few people responded, but all of them trailed off as email responses from Craigslist tend to do.For good measure, at the same time I posted an ad looking for just plain sex. This ad got many more responses, including a unsightly photo of some guy’s penis that promised to cure me of my homosexual sin.Luckily, along with the penis shot, I also got pictures of a tall blonde femme accompanied by a friendly yet blunt email explaining that she went to school in a small conservative town in Scotland and it had been awhile since she had sex. She wasn’t looking for anything serious, just some sexual tension release, which was... Posted at 12:13 PM \| Permalink \| Comments: 2
	08/04/10 Back to the Dungeon The only thing that marks the Citadel from the buildings around it is a small paper sign on the blacked-out glass door. Well, that and the people dressed in head to toe leather smoking outside.It didn’t take much for Peek A. Booty to convince me to go back to the dungeon. I’d been fantasizing about floggers and orgies since I left it last weekend and was eager to see what kind of trouble I could get in tonight.Walking inside, I handed my membership card and ID to the corset clad guard sitting on a stool in front of the black velvet entrance curtain. The guard wished me a pleasant adventure, pulled aside the curtain and let me in.What differentiates the Citadel from other BDSM play spaces I’ve been to is the tight community atmosphere upstairs. People sit around in... Posted at 12:45 PM \| Permalink \| Comments: 0
	07/27/10 Curve Pride To be honest, Pride parties aren’t usually my thing.I’m out and proud and about as gay as they get all year long, so it’s hard to justify spending twice as much to see the same people dance to the same music in the same bar I go to every week.I support the symbolism of the event and definitely appreciate the political presence Pride affords our community, but in all the years I lived in San Francisco, there wasn’t a party that moved me enough to deal with the crowds.This year, however, Curve magazine changed all of that.Teaming up with Movement Productions, Curve hosted the Eden parties, a serious of star studded events featuring hot celesbians and hilarious comedians.The parties began Thursday night with a meet and greet at the Parc 55 hotel. Most of the Curve... Posted at 05:28 PM \| Permalink \| Comments: 0
	07/19/10 Welcoming Party, Part ll ...continued from last week.Covering her bases in a style that I respected, Roxie had dinner plans the next evening with another gal she met on Craigslist. We arranged to meet up later, however, so she could meet my friend Talia who was also riding on AIDS Lifecycle (ALC) that year.I woke up from my much needed after work nap to a text from Roxie saying her date was cool and she was bringing her along to drink with us. Trying not to get too nervous about the new competition, I headed to the Castro wearing lacey lingerie, a low cut shirt and funky jewelry.Finding yet another bar with arcade games, I lost $3 in quarters waiting for Roxie, her date and Talia to join me. Roxie’s date ended up being fun to chat with and another regular reader of this blog (yay to having... Posted at 05:25 PM \| Permalink \| Comments: 0
	07/02/10 Welcoming Party, Part I Every June, over 2,000 masochistic do-gooders hop on their bikes and ride the 500 miles from San Francisco to LA to raise money to combat AIDS. Accompanied by over 1,000 “roadie” volunteers and support staff, the riders – who have each raised at least $3000 – bring a much needed visualization about the impact that AIDS continues to have on every community in the world.This epic event is called AIDS Lifecycle (http://www.aidslifecycle.org), or ALC, and for five years in a row I gladly gave my blood, sweat and tears as a roadie to be a part of this life changing experience. Law school has impeded my ability to take the full 7 days off to be on the ride, but I’ve kept active within the ALC community. This year, not only did I volunteer to help at... Posted at 06:52 PM \| Permalink \| Comments: 2
	06/15/10 Masturbate-a-thon Hoping to learn more about my newfound ability to ejaculate from the experts themselves, I signed up to attend the Masturbate-a-thon (masturbate-a-thon.com), an annual fundraiser for the Center for Sex and Culture in San Francisco. Having spent all Sunday afternoon in an anti-oppression legal activist training seminar, Bearly Legal and I welcomed the much needed change of scenery. Joined by his boyfriend, The Bear, we meandered from room to room watching less masturbation than I had hoped for. Arriving just in time for the squirt competition, we watched as a quirky kinkster unrolled a sheet of white paper for the competitors to, um, compete on. Moving to closer seats, I sat down next to who I eventually recognized as porn star Tina Horn, wearing the sexiest jockstrap ever that... Posted at 06:39 PM \| Permalink \| Comments: 0
	06/08/10 Finally, It Has Happened to Me Finals over and 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 favorite 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... Posted at 07:00 PM \| Permalink \| Comments: 0
	06/02/10 Canned Sauce “How beautiful is the universe when something digestible meets with an eager digestion.” –Don MarquisForeplay is like preparing a complicated sauce.A pinch of this here, a dash of that there, constantly tasting to see if you’ve got it right, and once you have, slowly simmering just below a boil until you can’t take it anymore and you have to spread it and eat. Sure, you can use canned sauce like everyone else, but—when you’ve got the skills—it’s always better to create your own recipe.I get off on cooking for others, especially sexual partners. In a society of fast food and boxed lunches where no one is taught to cook anymore, I find one of the easiest ways to seduce a woman is to cook for her.Between finals and packing my house... Posted at 01:02 PM \| Permalink \| Comments: 0
	05/18/10 Three Point Plan for Sanity This blog was supposed to be about Mother’s Day. It was supposed to be about making babies and sexy mamas and even stretched vaginas, but as I sit here writing, I can’t help but think about the one thing that has been consuming my mind, body and spirit for a month straight.No, it’s not sex. I wish it was. Oh, how I wish it was. But alas, it’s finals.With very few exceptions, every grade in law school is based on one single three-hour test. You cram as much into yourself as possible until you’re given the signal to spew it all back out again, hopefully in a way that gives the receiver pleasure. In my opinion, finals are 60 people sitting in a room intellectually masturbating onto a piece of paper, that is then reviewed by an “expert” who judges... Posted at 06:32 PM \| Permalink \| Comments: 0
	05/11/10 Peek A. Booty: Part II ...Continued from last week.Not only is Peek A. Booty fun to look at, she’s also fun to chat with, which made the next few hours in the car exciting. We talked of '90s hip-hop, sang along to KC and the Sunshine Band and told childhood stories of growing up on diets, all the while feeling each other up flirtingly.By the time we reached the off-ramp for her friend’s workplace, we both had bursting bladders from the copious cups of Jasmine tea we drank at dinner. Looking forward to relieving ourselves, we pulled into the address googlemaps gave us, and gawked at what we saw.In front of us was Area 51.Ok, it wasn’t really Area 51, but it was a maximum security government compound that looked a little too much like a cold war bunker for our liking. Apparently her friend... Posted at 02:49 PM \| Permalink \| Comments: 0

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