Anatomy 101

I just saw my professor having sex.

In class today, the professor warned us that his film that he would be screening tonight would depict him in a way we weren’t accustomed to seeing, and to keep in mind that he is an artist and this video is art. With that warning, I immediately knew we’d be watching him in a graphic situation since this “Media and Sexuality” class has quickly become “Let’s Watch Gay Porn.”

The anticipation of this evening was nerve wracking. Amelia noted that she gets nervous just from having to read a book her professor wrote. Still, this screening was not one to be missed.

“It’s a chance to see him in a different element. How many students have the opportunity to see their professor in a porn?” I asked.

“My second grade teacher came to my birthday party once,” Lindsay offered. Yeah, that’s practically the same thing. As it turns out, Lindsay has the same professor as her advisor, so I convinced her to come out of morbid curiosity. Because I brought her, I felt the extra pressure of having subjected someone else to this visual madness. When we inevitably marry, however, it will make a great first date story.

Truthfully, I don’t have much to say about the video itself. Diplomatically, it was unique, personal, graphic, and interesting. Bluntly, it was bizarre. My parents might not be happy to know they’re paying thousands of dollars for me to see something I could rent for a few bucks from the behind-the-curtain section at the local video store, though.