My art teacher would bring adult movies to class and have us watch them. She was your typical bun-in-the-hair flat, plain, unassuming teacher. And one semester the focus was on the various art styles in different countries. Mexico art, French art, India-style art, etc. And whenever we started a new country, she had a movie for us to watch that was supposed to be representative of the motifs found in the art and culture. And I remember, they had to be adult films because I remember they had lots of cuts in them. And I could tell that the cuts were to cut out something graphic and sexual that was about to happen. But I could also tell from the stuff she DIDN'T cut out that these were adult films. These were wholly sexual films.
There's a figure of speech: "If they don't drink or smoke they're probably some kind of weird sexual deviant." The quiet ones are quiet for a reason. Because what they're interested in is fucked up so they don't really talk about it. Do you think my art teacher got some sick sexual thrill out of showing porn to kids? Out of tricking the principal and all of our parents and us into trusting her? Do you think when class was dismissed she frigged herself off in the empty classroom? Right on the art table? While the memories were still fresh in her head?
There's a figure of speech: "If they don't drink or smoke they're probably some kind of weird sexual deviant." The quiet ones are quiet for a reason. Because what they're interested in is fucked up so they don't really talk about it. Do you think my art teacher got some sick sexual thrill out of showing porn to kids? Out of tricking the principal and all of our parents and us into trusting her? Do you think when class was dismissed she frigged herself off in the empty classroom? Right on the art table? While the memories were still fresh in her head?
