Something silly today, because very little else comes to mind.
I'm taking a sexuality course right now, partly because I never had a chance when I was pursuing my undergrad and partly because I need much mentoring before I can teach sex ed to a room full of embarrassed teens. It's a neat little course - and I'm not just saying that because we might see The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert in the midst of our studies.
Anyway, I was finishing up a chapter on sexual behaviour last night, and the book fell open to a page entitled "Spontaneous Sex - The Big Lie." The point was that all sex (except rape) includes several decisions prior to the moment when diseases and/or babies can be sexually transmitted, so one shouldn't duck out of responsibility for such things by insisting that one was swept away. The book goes further, and suggests that "fantasies and communication could include erotic contraceptive and prophylactic messages:
"Oh honey, I really want to insert your diaphragm, so that I can then insert my penis into your vagina...Would you like me to do that?"
In between the fits of giggling, I thought, 'they actually want me to talk like that?' Just reading it to the Boy gave him the willies. I can't imagine actually employing it seriously. But of course, we're irresponsible products of the romance culture that privledges sexual mythology over frank communication and safety. Or something.
And of course, then there's the idea of teaching this to a class of embarrassed teens. The mind boggles.
"I just woke up from a really horny dream about you; I want us to have oral sex, but after that, I want you to put your penis inside my vagina. If that is all right with you, I'll go get the condoms from my purse."- exhibit b
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