My Sexuality/Sex/Gender class papers
Oct 18, 2015 13:55:55 GMT -2
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Post by Adele on Oct 18, 2015 13:55:55 GMT -2
In case you wanted to read about sexual experiences, here ya go!
My First Gay Pride Festival
Her breath was warm in my ear.
“Jesus loves you,” she whispers, slipping something into my hand as she squeezes me in an uncomfortably personal hug. I let go and look down at my hand, where a card reminding me that Jesus has not given up on me yet covers a colorful packet of skittles.
I want to tell her that Jesus and I have been screening each other’s calls for years now, but I don’t.
Instead, I look at my gay friend Eddie, who is suppressing a smirk, failing miserably. We walk away, tearing off the cards on our candy packets and indulging in the treats.
My immediate reaction to my first gay pride festival is that there are more church organizations here than LGBT organizations. As we stroll down the pathway, gay men sporting assless chaps and lesbians wearing “free the nipple” shirts, I feel a sense of warmth along with a slight bit of fear. Never before had I entered an event where people’s deepest desires where on display so freely. As a bisexual growing up in the South, there had always been an edge to my sexuality, a certain guard to protect my desires from spilling out for others to judge. Now, with glitter covering my hair and arms, I felt like I could shout to the world.
I quickly learned that, during any gay pride festival, you WILL get covered with a multitude of beads. Organizations threw them to Eddie and I, who were swiftly layered up until the beads lay heavy on our neck. Pamphlets were handed to us on women’s rights, workplace equality, and adoption obstacles for gay couples.
But perhaps the most amusing booth was the Planned Parenthood.
As we approached, the woman behind the desk, a pretty 30 year old sporting a “Just Wear It” condom t-shirt asked if we would like to answer some male anatomy trivia.
“I got this,” Eddie said with a wink to me.
“Do you know the difference between semen and sperm?” The woman asked him. Eddie puffed out his chest confidently.
“Sperm actually carries the DNA that mixes with the egg to create a baby. Semen is carried in the fluid that comes out of the man’s penis when he ejaculates,” Eddie replied immediately.
He got a free pen and a bumper sticker as a prize.
Perhaps the most ‘shocking’ part of the festival were the furries who excitedly wandered around the park. The two were dressed up as foxes, one a bright blue and the other a dark purple. They had signs wrapped around the neck about asexual and demisexual awareness. Eddie and I made a point to avoid them, as they were cozying up with whoever looked their way, and, admittedly, animals in the bedroom are just not my thing.
As the hours passed, the sun beating down on the freaks, we wrapped up the day by sitting out on the lawn, munching on snacks and watching the band play. A few more assess and breasts made an appearance, perhaps the power of alcohol playing an influence. What made the festival worth it were the lack of protestors, which made for a peaceful day of celebration.
The wind gently hit my face as I closed my eyes and thought, “It really is a good time to be gay.”
My First Gay Pride Festival
Her breath was warm in my ear.
“Jesus loves you,” she whispers, slipping something into my hand as she squeezes me in an uncomfortably personal hug. I let go and look down at my hand, where a card reminding me that Jesus has not given up on me yet covers a colorful packet of skittles.
I want to tell her that Jesus and I have been screening each other’s calls for years now, but I don’t.
Instead, I look at my gay friend Eddie, who is suppressing a smirk, failing miserably. We walk away, tearing off the cards on our candy packets and indulging in the treats.
My immediate reaction to my first gay pride festival is that there are more church organizations here than LGBT organizations. As we stroll down the pathway, gay men sporting assless chaps and lesbians wearing “free the nipple” shirts, I feel a sense of warmth along with a slight bit of fear. Never before had I entered an event where people’s deepest desires where on display so freely. As a bisexual growing up in the South, there had always been an edge to my sexuality, a certain guard to protect my desires from spilling out for others to judge. Now, with glitter covering my hair and arms, I felt like I could shout to the world.
I quickly learned that, during any gay pride festival, you WILL get covered with a multitude of beads. Organizations threw them to Eddie and I, who were swiftly layered up until the beads lay heavy on our neck. Pamphlets were handed to us on women’s rights, workplace equality, and adoption obstacles for gay couples.
But perhaps the most amusing booth was the Planned Parenthood.
As we approached, the woman behind the desk, a pretty 30 year old sporting a “Just Wear It” condom t-shirt asked if we would like to answer some male anatomy trivia.
“I got this,” Eddie said with a wink to me.
“Do you know the difference between semen and sperm?” The woman asked him. Eddie puffed out his chest confidently.
“Sperm actually carries the DNA that mixes with the egg to create a baby. Semen is carried in the fluid that comes out of the man’s penis when he ejaculates,” Eddie replied immediately.
He got a free pen and a bumper sticker as a prize.
Perhaps the most ‘shocking’ part of the festival were the furries who excitedly wandered around the park. The two were dressed up as foxes, one a bright blue and the other a dark purple. They had signs wrapped around the neck about asexual and demisexual awareness. Eddie and I made a point to avoid them, as they were cozying up with whoever looked their way, and, admittedly, animals in the bedroom are just not my thing.
As the hours passed, the sun beating down on the freaks, we wrapped up the day by sitting out on the lawn, munching on snacks and watching the band play. A few more assess and breasts made an appearance, perhaps the power of alcohol playing an influence. What made the festival worth it were the lack of protestors, which made for a peaceful day of celebration.
The wind gently hit my face as I closed my eyes and thought, “It really is a good time to be gay.”
In all seriousness, this was a nice little story. TBH I'd be a bit uncomfortable around certain people, cause some stuff is very bizarre. Way waaay out there.
He has a plan lmao 
