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Sex Thru The Ages, 9/08
The day after a holiday and one can only hope that people aren't hungover from celebrating. Well, if they were American. And from a time period that Labor Day is celebrated.
Look, it was an excuse for a day off for a lot of people. That's good enough for a party most of the time.
"Good morning class, today we'll be looking into another era in the history of sex. This time it will be ancient Egypt. Which, trust me, will hold your attention if you find prostitution and ritual virginity losing ceremonies to be just slightly interesting."
"Although," Algren noted, casting a sidelong look at Kirk, "prostitution seems a strong word. Considering the day and age, with medicine the way it was and the average life expectancy so much lower than it is now, the ancient Egyptians had sound reason for what they did."
Riiiight. Thank you for that bit of losing the interest of teenagers there.
"A more... enlightened view of sex then?" Jim suggested. "Where women who exchanged sex for monetary gain or religious purposes advertised their 'wares' as it were by wearing essentially fishnet dresses or tattooing their thighs and going nude."
Algren was a killjoy. He was not sorry for it in the least.
"The goal was to not only conceive a child, but to survive childbirth and bear healthy offspring," he noted, dryly. "If they managed to survive childbirth, then they would come to be seen as a desirable prospect as a future wife. They held elaborate ceremonies, festivals, if you will, which existed for the sole purpose of culminating in a mass..."
... He balked. Look, he was Victorian. There were some words that existed in his vocabulary well enough that were never going to leave his mouth.
"Orgy," Jim said for him, putting extra emphasis on it just to piss the man off.
"... Thank you, Jim." Algren did not look terribly thankful.
Jim gave him a pleasant smile. "No problem. If a woman survived childbirth, you had the opportunity to pick your husband. Polygamy was technically legal, but not engaged in for the most part mostly do to the inability to support so many wives and children."
"While we don't know the exact specifics of the customs involved in the 'act of' during such... events, we do know several key points about the ancient Egyptians." Algren straightened out his jacket. It was not an uncomfortable twitch, shut up. "We know that, for starters, they had absolutely no problems with nudity, in the day, and their paintings were abundant in sexual innuendo. They wrote graphic love poetry, and their sexual practices followed the lead of the Egyptian goddess, Hathor." Why yes, that absolutely was a handout or two, for the curious. "Their society was, in fact, highly centered around fertility."
"So, today we'll be having you try your hand at Egyptian poetry," Jim said, relaxing as he leaned against the teacher's desk. "Yes, love poetry. And we do encourage you to be as graphic as need bekeeping in mind this is an open comm."
Look, it was an excuse for a day off for a lot of people. That's good enough for a party most of the time.
"Good morning class, today we'll be looking into another era in the history of sex. This time it will be ancient Egypt. Which, trust me, will hold your attention if you find prostitution and ritual virginity losing ceremonies to be just slightly interesting."
"Although," Algren noted, casting a sidelong look at Kirk, "prostitution seems a strong word. Considering the day and age, with medicine the way it was and the average life expectancy so much lower than it is now, the ancient Egyptians had sound reason for what they did."
Riiiight. Thank you for that bit of losing the interest of teenagers there.
"A more... enlightened view of sex then?" Jim suggested. "Where women who exchanged sex for monetary gain or religious purposes advertised their 'wares' as it were by wearing essentially fishnet dresses or tattooing their thighs and going nude."
Algren was a killjoy. He was not sorry for it in the least.
"The goal was to not only conceive a child, but to survive childbirth and bear healthy offspring," he noted, dryly. "If they managed to survive childbirth, then they would come to be seen as a desirable prospect as a future wife. They held elaborate ceremonies, festivals, if you will, which existed for the sole purpose of culminating in a mass..."
... He balked. Look, he was Victorian. There were some words that existed in his vocabulary well enough that were never going to leave his mouth.
"Orgy," Jim said for him, putting extra emphasis on it just to piss the man off.
"... Thank you, Jim." Algren did not look terribly thankful.
Jim gave him a pleasant smile. "No problem. If a woman survived childbirth, you had the opportunity to pick your husband. Polygamy was technically legal, but not engaged in for the most part mostly do to the inability to support so many wives and children."
"While we don't know the exact specifics of the customs involved in the 'act of' during such... events, we do know several key points about the ancient Egyptians." Algren straightened out his jacket. It was not an uncomfortable twitch, shut up. "We know that, for starters, they had absolutely no problems with nudity, in the day, and their paintings were abundant in sexual innuendo. They wrote graphic love poetry, and their sexual practices followed the lead of the Egyptian goddess, Hathor." Why yes, that absolutely was a handout or two, for the curious. "Their society was, in fact, highly centered around fertility."
"So, today we'll be having you try your hand at Egyptian poetry," Jim said, relaxing as he leaned against the teacher's desk. "Yes, love poetry. And we do encourage you to be as graphic as need be
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To be fair, he only remembered her because her name was the same as his middle name, but still.
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"No," he shook his head. "In Turkey. It's a country. Right by Greece."
Har har.
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. . . on the plus side, that might take care of her not-so-little mental problem.
What? She could wish.
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He was still twirling his pencil while waiting for a partner.
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Alex had hit on her openly and enough times that Angela wasn't too worried about his ability to keep up with the other side of this. He wasn't going to go all awkward and blushy, at least.
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See, look at that. Spur of the moment rhyming! She was awesome.
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It was possible he was just teasing. Probable, even!
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Emma glared at her notebook. Ugh. So not in the mood.
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Karla was grinning. Mostly because so many of the other students seemed uncomfortable. For her, this was just academic. Sex only approached the realm of embarrassing when it was specifically about her.
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She thought for a moment then tried, "A male with a cock like obsidian / Long and thick and ophidian / But he's doomed to, you see, / A life of endless virginity / Because it's also a bright viridian."
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"I once had an older sister / and most of the boys wanted to kiss her / But she was such a cold dish / they went limp as a fish / and not even sex pollen could cure her." Emma? Have unresolved issues with Adrienne? NEVER.
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