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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.
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