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fandomhigh2016-07-06 08:04 am
talentforlying) wrote in fandomhigh2016-07-06 08:04 am
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Sex Ed, Wednesday, Period 2
When students arrived for class, right as they came in the door was a table with bowls filled with tiny packets of lube, male and female condoms, dental dams, and a shoebox with an opening cut in the top and 'QUESTIONS' written all over it.
The usual desks and chairs set-up was missing, leaving only sofas, comfy chairs, and beanbags for people to grab. And, of course, two very mis-matched teachers chilling at the front of the room.
John was still not sure how he'd been talked into this. He was just going to blame the Moose.
Even if John wasn’t at ease, Didi was. She rose from her own comfy chair to offer a cheerful wave of greeting once all the students were gathered.
“Hey, I’m Didi,” she said. “That’s Constantine. You get to hear us talk about sex for the next two months.”
Which was obviously going to be so much fun, right, John? She smirked at him slightly but kept talking.
“I can’t speak for him, but for me, the big thing I want you to get out of this class is that sex is natural and can be a lot of fun -- but there are things you should learn before you fall into bed with anybody, like what it means to consent, and how you can have your fun and not get sick, pregnant or both.
“Also, it’s important to remember that people are different.I know some of you probably have had a lot of sex already, and some of you might not even be sure you want to ever have it at all. And you know what? That’s all totally fine. Don’t be jerks to each other about anything anyone says here.”
It was going to be great. At least he didn't have to pretend this class had any academic value whatsoever. "Pretty much what Dee said," he said easily, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in the pockets of his trenchcoat. "We even got ourselves an anonymous question box, if you got something you need answered and don't want to ask in front of your classmates, and the stuff on the table's free. Grab a handful every damn week if you want, or never touch it. Our goal is to get you up to speed for what's going on with current concepts of gender, sex, and culture in two months, and what you choose to do with that information is up to you."
“So now that we’re through the basics about what this class even is, it’s time for introductions,” Didi added. “Names, grades, and what you’re hoping to get from class. And if there’s anything else you feel we should know about you so you understand where you’re coming from, you can say it during the introduction or let one of us know after class.”
"And trust me, Dee and I aren't going to freak out at questions, no matter how weird you might think it is, and we're both pretty hard to shock." John added dryly. "She's seen it all, and if it's stupid, I've probably done it."
“Twice,” Didi said dryly. “And if not him, one of my siblings.”
There was... really no way for John to argue with that, so he just shrugged, rather unrepentant. "You heard the lady," he said, randomly jabbing a finger in the random direction of a student. "You. Start talking."
The usual desks and chairs set-up was missing, leaving only sofas, comfy chairs, and beanbags for people to grab. And, of course, two very mis-matched teachers chilling at the front of the room.
John was still not sure how he'd been talked into this. He was just going to blame the Moose.
Even if John wasn’t at ease, Didi was. She rose from her own comfy chair to offer a cheerful wave of greeting once all the students were gathered.
“Hey, I’m Didi,” she said. “That’s Constantine. You get to hear us talk about sex for the next two months.”
Which was obviously going to be so much fun, right, John? She smirked at him slightly but kept talking.
“I can’t speak for him, but for me, the big thing I want you to get out of this class is that sex is natural and can be a lot of fun -- but there are things you should learn before you fall into bed with anybody, like what it means to consent, and how you can have your fun and not get sick, pregnant or both.
“Also, it’s important to remember that people are different.I know some of you probably have had a lot of sex already, and some of you might not even be sure you want to ever have it at all. And you know what? That’s all totally fine. Don’t be jerks to each other about anything anyone says here.”
It was going to be great. At least he didn't have to pretend this class had any academic value whatsoever. "Pretty much what Dee said," he said easily, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in the pockets of his trenchcoat. "We even got ourselves an anonymous question box, if you got something you need answered and don't want to ask in front of your classmates, and the stuff on the table's free. Grab a handful every damn week if you want, or never touch it. Our goal is to get you up to speed for what's going on with current concepts of gender, sex, and culture in two months, and what you choose to do with that information is up to you."
“So now that we’re through the basics about what this class even is, it’s time for introductions,” Didi added. “Names, grades, and what you’re hoping to get from class. And if there’s anything else you feel we should know about you so you understand where you’re coming from, you can say it during the introduction or let one of us know after class.”
"And trust me, Dee and I aren't going to freak out at questions, no matter how weird you might think it is, and we're both pretty hard to shock." John added dryly. "She's seen it all, and if it's stupid, I've probably done it."
“Twice,” Didi said dryly. “And if not him, one of my siblings.”
There was... really no way for John to argue with that, so he just shrugged, rather unrepentant. "You heard the lady," he said, randomly jabbing a finger in the random direction of a student. "You. Start talking."
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