|It was about that time in my life, except that,|
obviously, I was not female nor
Catholic. This is, therefore, about as
far as it is possible to get from what I
was like in 1992.
Then I've been at work until about twenty minutes ago, and had some of the challenges I expected from parents but mostly they were averted. Only one parent suggested I lacked experience (being new to the school it assumed that I have no teaching experience by many students and parents) and I was able to gently shoot that down whilst remaining supportive and polite. It was gruelling but I can't argue too much and it wasn't like it was an awful hardship. I am in for some busy days though if students follow through on some of my suggestions.
None of which is the point of what I want to talk about.
Way back when I was entering my teen years there was a song that I heard on the radio, a bit warbley and a bit pants that then changed character half way through. There was a lady with page boy haircut in the video I did not see until later and a woman whose name I later learned was Siobhan Flahey with a voice like a foghorn. I refer, of course, to the wonderful song by Shakespeare's Sister: Stay.
|And why not?|
|Hi there, have a Holy Hand Grenade. Three is the number|
thou shalt count unto. Not four, for that is too far, and not
two except insofar as the next number be three.
When my Sunday School teacher wandered off into popular culture that morning then, I was somewhat unprepared. We had recently looked at relationships and, in a task I have since stolen and used to teach, we had been given some aspects of relationships and asked to put them in order. Things like "holding hands" and "kissing" and "statutory rape". We were also asked what was part of a healthy or unhealthy relationship (looking back, I believe that they were pretty clear of heteronormativity too, though I suspect marriage played a role) and, crucially, asked where different people would expect us to go and be comfortable with us going: Us, Parents, Church Family and God.
|Relationships you say? I'mma just stay here and hug this|
soft furnishing. Ain't gonna fuck up a soft furnishing with
my issues. Me, aged 12.
Where I would go: "just looking"
Where parents would expect me to go: "kissing and cuddling"
Where God would be happy with me going: "kissing and cuddling" but, over time: "marriage" and "sexual intercourse"
|Let's see, how can I challenge the basic|
concept of today's life lesson? What's that?
Lessons aren't all about challenging the
fundamental precepts of society?
Now, where's the fun in that?
Anyway, it counts as a defining moment as it allowed me to argue a case based on my own faith and understanding. It was a similar argument of faith that allowed me to have sex with Tilly before we were married as I saw that as synonymous with marriage. Sex, in the Bible, is referred to as making 'one flesh' so, I figured, so long as I had one sexual partner then that was pretty much what marriage is and the ceremony was the public part of having sex. My understanding of God is that it's more about doing things right than it is doing things in a particular order. Ergo, defining moment when I was able to argue that the love of a song made the intentions of the people who made the song (who, for all I know, were aiming to be Satanic) irrelevant in terms of the effects that it had.
So... there. Also, cool video about sex and sexuality I found:
Aaand, yes, this is a better version of what I tried to post on Monday. Good.