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fandomhigh2022-11-07 03:17 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote in fandomhigh2022-11-07 03:17 am
Intro to Fandom; Monday, First Period [11/07].
There was still a week or two before they really needed to get into the warnings about December, and, while Homecoming was hardly Prom, it seemed as good a time as any to get into that Very Awkward But Probably Necessary Fandom warning.
"Sooooo," said Summer, to start everyone out, "what we're going to be talking about today usually don't happen until the spring semester, but, if this semester hasn't completely scared you off yet, it's definitely something you're going to want to be prepared for, and that's something we here on the island like to colloquially refer to as sex pollen."
Stark looked up at the ceiling for a moment, hoping maybe they weren’t really doing this. Because this was a whole new level of awkward. Not for any specific reason. Certainly no issues with who he was discussing this with. It was just discussing it at all. Obviously.
“Right,” he said eventually. “Pollen. It shouldn’t happen until the spring. But…it happens. Every year. And it’s better to know it’s coming.”
Summer was not at all smirking at the ceiling somehow being suddenly so interesting, and was, instead, going to focus on the task at hand. "Hopefully," she said, "you've all at least had some sort of introduction to the birds and the bees, because, oh, boy, is this so not the place for that introduction to happen, but, in a nutshell, sex pollen is usually a week-long thing in the spring where there's a lot of stuff in the air that'll take any feelings of sexual attraction, including some that aren't even normally there, and amp it up to, like, eleven. It's, like, extreme hay fever, but make it sexy. It's, like, allergies, but instead of a runny nose, it's an out-of-control libido."
“It can be uncomfortable,” Stark said, still looking anywhere but at his co-teacher and definitely not making eye contact with anyone else in the room. “But you should remember you’re not forced into anything. You're not possessed. You're just…feeling things more than you normally would. And if you need to, you can leave the island. It shouldn’t follow you.” Which didn’t mean it couldn’t follow you and Stark knew that from experience but he wasn’t going to get into that right now.
"And don't worry," Summer said, lifting her hands as if in reassurance. "I know most of these lessons have been 'let's talk about your experiences with this sort of thing!' We're not going to make you do that with this one, although by all means, if you have questions…"
She considered the general make-up of the class and the extreme game of No Eye Contact Stark was doing very good at winning right now.
"...I've got you covered. And instead of discussing, we're just going to make you want this old-ass health and sex documentary from, like, the eighties or whatever. It's terrible. And not at all helpful. But maybe, when the sex pollen does hit, you can just think back on it and lose any sexual drive whatsoever!"
"Sooooo," said Summer, to start everyone out, "what we're going to be talking about today usually don't happen until the spring semester, but, if this semester hasn't completely scared you off yet, it's definitely something you're going to want to be prepared for, and that's something we here on the island like to colloquially refer to as sex pollen."
Stark looked up at the ceiling for a moment, hoping maybe they weren’t really doing this. Because this was a whole new level of awkward. Not for any specific reason. Certainly no issues with who he was discussing this with. It was just discussing it at all. Obviously.
“Right,” he said eventually. “Pollen. It shouldn’t happen until the spring. But…it happens. Every year. And it’s better to know it’s coming.”
Summer was not at all smirking at the ceiling somehow being suddenly so interesting, and was, instead, going to focus on the task at hand. "Hopefully," she said, "you've all at least had some sort of introduction to the birds and the bees, because, oh, boy, is this so not the place for that introduction to happen, but, in a nutshell, sex pollen is usually a week-long thing in the spring where there's a lot of stuff in the air that'll take any feelings of sexual attraction, including some that aren't even normally there, and amp it up to, like, eleven. It's, like, extreme hay fever, but make it sexy. It's, like, allergies, but instead of a runny nose, it's an out-of-control libido."
“It can be uncomfortable,” Stark said, still looking anywhere but at his co-teacher and definitely not making eye contact with anyone else in the room. “But you should remember you’re not forced into anything. You're not possessed. You're just…feeling things more than you normally would. And if you need to, you can leave the island. It shouldn’t follow you.” Which didn’t mean it couldn’t follow you and Stark knew that from experience but he wasn’t going to get into that right now.
"And don't worry," Summer said, lifting her hands as if in reassurance. "I know most of these lessons have been 'let's talk about your experiences with this sort of thing!' We're not going to make you do that with this one, although by all means, if you have questions…"
She considered the general make-up of the class and the extreme game of No Eye Contact Stark was doing very good at winning right now.
"...I've got you covered. And instead of discussing, we're just going to make you want this old-ass health and sex documentary from, like, the eighties or whatever. It's terrible. And not at all helpful. But maybe, when the sex pollen does hit, you can just think back on it and lose any sexual drive whatsoever!"
Listen to the Lecture - Intro to Fandom, 11/07.
At least you have the opportunity to ask questions, if you can get over the embarrassment about having to ask them in the first place.