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Behind the curtains of truth

2/14/2012

Hidden behind the curtain 1965

Warning:  If you are offended by frank language or sex talk, do not read further.

   After all these years hearing about and seeing sex in front, I wonder what the big deal was all about. I’m sorry to say this but home schooling would take us back 4 centuries. Most parents are too stupid to teach our kids anything and I don’t think public education is not that qualified neither. So how will our kids learn about birth control, masturbation, menstruation, wet dreams, and sexual diseases, oral sex and about the miracle of life? One option is learning by experience. Most of us learned sex from our peers and the so-called streets. Education is a political football between the religious right and the progressive left. What I’ll never understand is some parents are afraid of the Godless socialists brain washing your kids in becoming a Secular humanist Muslim. Take your kids out of public school! Home school them! Put them in a fundamentalist school! But beware; No matter how you shelter your kids or isolated them from the real world, they will find the truth about sex. Curiosity is the reason we found cures from diseases. It is a powerful human trait. Your kids by them self will find out the truth about sex. You could blame television, movies, or the political left all you want, but human curiosity is something you can never destroy.

   This little story is about my curiosity about sex.  Every year in my elementary school during the 60’s and they would segregate the boys and girls. They would wood take the girls to the auditorium for some type of lecture. The boys would go play in the schoolyard and play until the lecture was over. I asked my teacher why. She would say something evasive that didn’t make any sense. Then after saying something equivocating, the teacher would say that hackneyed cliché: you understand when you grow up. I always heard that cliché from my parents. I was not satisfied with that cliché.

      One day, in 1965, they sent us boys to the playground. This was in Hancock Park Elementary School. Instead of playing sock-ball, I went to the auditorium in the back door. I knew my way around. The back door was open. The stage was dark because the curtain was drawn. I behind some stage props and listen. What I heard was clinical and dull. I peeped through the curtain and saw a bunch of little girls looking bored and listening to some middle age female with a pointer, occasionally pointing at a depiction of the woman’s reproduction system on a backboard. The lecture was about menstruation. I was bored and went back to playground. 

  When I got back my male classmates asked what where they telling the girls. At the time I had a very imaginative mind, so I made up shit. I said in my excited boyish voice: Yeah1 Man! They were telling the girls how to suck a man’s dick. They had a chart on the blackboard showing them where to lick! One of the kids said: really? They had a picture of a man’s cock? I said; Yeah!  One of the guys said: Don’t listen to Morris! He is lying!  They are just talking about getting periods. Why are you such a lying son of a bitch Morris? I tried to defend my lie: No really! It’s true! The kid said; bull Shit Morris! If you don’t shut up I’m going tell the teacher you were spying on the girls instead of being in the yard. I stopped talking and we went back to our classes.

      I wanted my peers to like me by reporting secrets. It was the first time I ever expressed myself. I failed miserably.