I'm sure you're over the endless questions squirting invokes, but I'm hoping you'll consider one more...

How and when should a woman share with a potential lover that he may need a scuba mask and rubber sheets? Broaching this topic is different than sharing your kinks—you can slow roll those, but I feel this deserves a preemptive warning. This "ability" is a recent discovery made at the hands (fingers to be exact) of a long-term "same time next year" lover. During our last rendezvous, it happened during PIV for the first time—and it was so ferocious I actually shot him in the eye. (I was on top.) Fortunately, we are so comfortable and connected, we laughed. But I did tell him he ruined me. How could I chance doing that someone else?

Right now, and for the last few years, he's the only man I've been with. But we only see each other a few times a year, and our situation would have to change drastically for that to change as well. This works for us now, but at some point it may not, and I just cannot imagine how or when I'd let another man know he's in for a drenching.

I can hear you saying, "Use your words." Sounds so simple: "I'm a squirter." But the dread it conjures up is palpable.

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Always happy to field a question about squirting that isn't, "Is female ejaculate pee or what?" (Yes, no, maybe so—and, really, so what if it is? No one is going to drown or, like a cigarette in a urinal, go to literal pieces. And it isn't exactly pee, even if it is expelled from the bladder.)

Okay, SGR, you seem to think this disclosure will "conjure up" dread—and not just in you (dread at the prospect of making this disclosure), but dread in your prospective, hypothetical future partners at the prospect of you squirting all over them. But unless you wanna spend the entire time you're getting fucked dreading and/or avoiding having an orgasm, you're going to wanna disclose. Because your prospective, hypothetical future partners need to know it isn't safe to fuck you in on the kitchen counter too close to the toaster or, if you're fucking in a bed, they may wanna lay down a towel.

Rejection is usually why someone fears disclosure, SGR, but getting rejected for the way you come—if you get rejected—would spare you a bad/shaming reaction after sex or spare you bad/shitty sex, e.g. the kind of sex where you're dreading and/or avoiding having an orgasm because your new partner told you they were disgusted by the idea of female ejaculation and you made the mistake of fucking them anyway.

You're also discounting—or erasing, in the current parlance—the existence of guys who like (love!) women who ejaculate! There are lots of men out there like Mr. Same Time Next Year, your current (and only) sex partner, i.e. men who love women who squirt, and these men would be thrilled by your disclosure.

And for readers who didn't get the reference...