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Sex, Dating and Self-Confidence [Tuesday, Period 2]
"Morning," Irene greeted the class, today standing at the front of the classroom. Around the room, amongst the desks, she'd set up some stations, and then promptly covered them with drop cloths, because she was a drama queen like that. "Today, we're going to talk about what you all came here for -- or, well, the bit you were all expecting, at least: sex."
"I'm not going to embarrass you by spending too much time on the basics, as I imagine that by this stage in your life, you all largely know the biology," Irene continued, crossing her hands behind her back. "But just in case you don't know, the basic, purely biological reason for sex is procreation." She plucked up a stack of handouts, passing them out as she continued to go over the more basic information about the reproductive system.
"Now, that's the basic, original function," Irene said, when she'd gone over the entirety of the handout. "But we're evolved creatures, humans. We can think beyond using our naughty bits for function, and might be driven to use them for pleasure -- I would wager that most people your age generally aren't aiming to produce offspring when canoodling with one's similarly-teenaged partner."
Irene hadn't really caught up on her cable TV, lately, no.
"We express our attraction through other means. You might buy the girl you like flowers, rather than trying to mount her in the hallway. You text the boy you like something flirty, rather than presenting yourself for mating at his doorway." Irene smiled serenely out at the group, shrugging slightly. "Yes, our bodies might produce inconvenient biological reactions when we're attracted to someone, certainly, but we're not ruled by our hormones. So while this," she flapped the handout, "is very, very handy information to have, it's also not the be-all and end-all of your education. So, first order of business in my book? Is safety."
She circled the room, pulling the drop cloths off her tables as she did so. "I have here three stations, with several methods of contraceptives -- which are a must if you're having heterosexual intercourse -- as well as some safe-sex paraphernalia that everyone should use, regardless. Take this class period to explore them, and at the end, if you have any questions or observations, we'll talk about them. We'll be talking more in-depth about sexually transmitted disease and how one might get them -- for now, just think of them generally, as something we must guard against, and which could conceivably lurk in every tempting orifice of a potential partner's body." Well, that was a gross way to put it, but rather to the point. "Again, this is a safe and respectful place, and I know you'll all be on your best behavior with one another, right?"
She raised an eyebrow, looking fairly stern, for her. At least, until the sudden deluge ice water over her head. That rather ruined the effect.
Irene let out a small shriek, perfectly still and rigid, then wiped water off with a few flicks, blinking at the class. "...right. We'll reconvene at the end of class. I'm going to find some...paper towel or something."
Ugh.
"I'm not going to embarrass you by spending too much time on the basics, as I imagine that by this stage in your life, you all largely know the biology," Irene continued, crossing her hands behind her back. "But just in case you don't know, the basic, purely biological reason for sex is procreation." She plucked up a stack of handouts, passing them out as she continued to go over the more basic information about the reproductive system.
"Now, that's the basic, original function," Irene said, when she'd gone over the entirety of the handout. "But we're evolved creatures, humans. We can think beyond using our naughty bits for function, and might be driven to use them for pleasure -- I would wager that most people your age generally aren't aiming to produce offspring when canoodling with one's similarly-teenaged partner."
Irene hadn't really caught up on her cable TV, lately, no.
"We express our attraction through other means. You might buy the girl you like flowers, rather than trying to mount her in the hallway. You text the boy you like something flirty, rather than presenting yourself for mating at his doorway." Irene smiled serenely out at the group, shrugging slightly. "Yes, our bodies might produce inconvenient biological reactions when we're attracted to someone, certainly, but we're not ruled by our hormones. So while this," she flapped the handout, "is very, very handy information to have, it's also not the be-all and end-all of your education. So, first order of business in my book? Is safety."
She circled the room, pulling the drop cloths off her tables as she did so. "I have here three stations, with several methods of contraceptives -- which are a must if you're having heterosexual intercourse -- as well as some safe-sex paraphernalia that everyone should use, regardless. Take this class period to explore them, and at the end, if you have any questions or observations, we'll talk about them. We'll be talking more in-depth about sexually transmitted disease and how one might get them -- for now, just think of them generally, as something we must guard against, and which could conceivably lurk in every tempting orifice of a potential partner's body." Well, that was a gross way to put it, but rather to the point. "Again, this is a safe and respectful place, and I know you'll all be on your best behavior with one another, right?"
She raised an eyebrow, looking fairly stern, for her. At least, until the sudden deluge ice water over her head. That rather ruined the effect.
Irene let out a small shriek, perfectly still and rigid, then wiped water off with a few flicks, blinking at the class. "...right. We'll reconvene at the end of class. I'm going to find some...paper towel or something."
Ugh.
Station #2: Hormonal Birth Control!
again, moddablepacks of 28-day cycle birth control pills (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oral_contraceptive_pill), from several brands (Irene didn't take them herself, of course, so she had no brand loyalty here), as well as the morning-after pill (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emergency_contraception). She also had a patch (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contraceptive_patch) and a ring (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vaginal_ring), and an IUD (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intrauterine_device), along with their respective handouts for explanation.(The ring was so weird and squishy. Even Irene had been playing with it earlier. What?)
And again, Irene had gone to town with her highlighter, so that every student would be sure to see that they still needed to guard against STDs in addition to pregnancy, if they were going this route.
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He still didn't have a good idea of how they worked. Like, physically, how women could just go on with their lives with that stuff up there.
He decided that he would just use condoms and leave the lady's part to the lady.
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Totally worth thinking about, at least.
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He made a mental note to start the distribution of one to other dimensions.
Seriously. It was ridiculous.
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Ever.
But she did stop and read up on the pills. The science behind them was fascinating. And if she didn't think too hard on the reasons people took them, she could even do so without blushing too much.
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She doubted most of the hormonal methods would work on her, considering her own ... unique genetics. She wasn't sure what her body would do with a patch or a ring, either, but it probably wasn't worth finding out the hard way.
Especially considering what sort of monstrosity she might conceive, considering her current genetics.
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Kaylin glanced at them wondering how in all the hells little pill thingies would stop someone from having a baby, but there was No Way she was going to ask.
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