Gonna go on a little tangent, forgive me in advance.
I fudging HATE my creative writing class, I dread it. No, no it's not because of the professor or the class itself, no. ITS THE FIRETRUCKING students who share their work. It's always gotta be about sex this and sex that... can we talk about something real? Some of my classmates actually write deep pieces and I love reading them, but I look away when critiquing the sexual pieces. Save that for the dark parts of the Internet. Maybe it's just me. Maybe people actually like this stuff. Maybe they're frustrated with their sex lives. And I appreciate we have creative freedom, but honestly if all you can push is something immature, then are you really pushing the writer inside of you. Maybe I'm in the wrong for getting mad or annoyed. But... that's just me.