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topher5150
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They want to teach the kids how to sodomyze each other but God forbid they mention Christ in school because that is completely out of line and inappropriate
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Here's a graphic of the handout used at the GLSEN conference where Jennings was the keynote speaker.
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However shocking as this may seem it's nothing compared to pre 20th century history.
Secrets of the Great British Sex Clubs
http://www.slate.com/id/2238342/entry/2238343/
By Tony Perrottet
Posted Monday, Dec. 14, 2009, at 10:41 AM ET
It wasn't the most romantic setting for royal intimacy. I was sitting in a fluorescent-white room of the Museum of St. Andrews University in Scotland, and a curator was handing me a pair of latex gloves so that I could examine an exotic relic from the 18th century. It looked like a typical silver snuff box, oval in shape and delicately engraved. But when I popped the lock, I found its true curiosity. Inside was a tightly packed clump of hair along with a parchment note. It explained that these tufts were pubic hairs trimmed from "the Mons Veneris of a Royal Courtesan of King George IV."
For a history-loving traveler, stumbling on rare artifacts is exciting enough, but this sudden human connection to the past had me breaking out in a sweat. And this was just foreplay. I was here at the museum to inspect a whole cache of lewd memorabilia rescued from the raunchy British sex clubs of the 18th century. We often forget that the pre-Victorian era was more lusty than today. Such intimate curls, plucked from one's conquests, were a favorite souvenir; lovers exchanged them as tokens of affection, and rakes wore them like cockades in their hats as talismans of potency. But an aura of mystery still surrounds the extent of the licentious behavior behind club doors. The famously randy George IV had become a member of a notorious Scottish club called the Beggar's Benison while he was still a dandyish young prince in cravat and cuffs. Years later, when visiting Edinburgh as king in 1822, he apparently provided this token to the club for old times' sake. It's impossible to know from whom the curls originated, but his consort at the time was Elizabeth, the Marchioness of Coyningham, a feisty and alluring gold-digger ("beautiful, shrewd, greedy, voluptuous," rejoiced one writer) who listed future Russian Czar Nicholas I among her many paramours.
A snuff box that contains the pubic hairs of one of King George IV's mistresses, presented by the royal rake to the Beggar's Benison. (The bundle is behind the parchment.)For me, this was more thrilling than fondling King Arthur's helmet. It was for moments like this, I told myself, that tourism to Britain is alive and well. And I hadn't even gotten to the dildolike toasting glasses or masturbation props.
"Of course, every request to see the club relics has to be approved," one college figure said to me. "We have to be careful. We don't want the story to be, University where Prince William went to college has rooms full of porn!"
"Quite," I agreed.
A couple of years ago, while researching a treatise on salacious European history, I discovered the phantasmagoric wonderland of sex that was Georgian Britain, the era from 1714 to 1837. Long before the heyday of Austin Powers, debauchery proliferated up and down the rain-soaked land, fueled by riotous boozing and self-indulgence. "There was a gusto about 18th century vice unmatched before or since," writes historian Fergus Linnane with tangible nostalgia, in London, the Wicked City.
A flood of wealth from the budding empire allowed the leisured classes to fulfill their carnal fantasies without restraint. And perhaps the most striking feature of the age was the explosion of British sex clubs, where a colorful array of rakes, libertines, courtesans, and aristocratic adventuresses dressed up in outrageous outfits for kinky ceremonies. Each club accumulated its own peculiar regalia, such as erotic drinking vessels, sleazy curios, and obscene ballot boxes modeled on human torsos (yay or nay votes going into respective orifices). There would be ribald toasts, poring over the latest dirty books, and visits from comely young "posture molls," who posed nude on tables and gyrated like modern lap dancers. Special rooms were provided so members could retire in pairs or groups, and ladies of fashion could unwind with handsome rent boys. Surviving accounts suggest that some clubs would spice their orgies with a dash of Satanism, while others focused on elaborate rituals of self-abuse.
Sadly, during the prudish Victorian era, most references to these naughty clubs were scotched from the historical record. Horrified relatives burned embarrassing documents and club regalia. But their subversive antics survived in pornographic novels, travel guides to risqué tourist sites, and, of course, popular memory. In the countryside, colorful tales endured of partygoers racing through the dark forest for frenzied couplings or meeting in ruined abbeys, erotic gardens, and underground tunnels.
In the 1960s, British swingers revived their kinship for the world of Georgian sex and its giddy freedoms. Researchers have located a number of documents and relics that survived the Victorian purges. And academics argue that the clubbers were more than upper-class twits; they were motivated by a philosophical yearning and were essential for promoting the Enlightenment ideal that sex was for pleasure, not just for procreation.
Poring over these revisionist texts, I realized that a number of club locations could still be tracked down today. So I mapped out an itinerary that would take me through the hidden recesses of Georgian Britain to sample its fabled pleasures.
Related in Slate
In December 2008, Tony Perrottet took another Pervert's Grand Tour, taking in the British Museum, the Marquis de Sade's village, and Casanova's cell.
It was in swarming London town that the club craze began. But visiting the city today, you must constantly look past all the ponderous Victorian institutions that smothered the world of whimsical sex romps. No trace can be found of the Mollies Club for homosexuals, the range of transvestite societies (both men and women relished gender-bending in the 18th century), the Flagellants' Club for the many gentlemen who favored a little birching, or the women-only club for discreet lesbian encounters on Jermyn Street. A creative leap of imagination is needed to picture Covent Garden, now given over to flower markets and Body Shops, as the city's most sordid red light district, where, in the seedy Shakespeare's Head, waiter-pimps would set gentlemen up with ladies like Oyster Moll, who would "open the wicket of love's bear garden to any bold sportsman who has a venturesome mind to give a run to his puppy." And in tree-lined St. James's Square, nothing remains of upmarket bordellos like Miss Falkland's Temple of Love, where one could sip champagne in damask-lined parlors and enjoy such luxuries as "elastick beds" that were spring-loaded "to restore old men and debauched youths," much like the vibrating mattresses of Las Vegas hotels, and where resident doctors who would screen ladies for the pox.
So I spent a couple of days on swank Pall Mall, scoping out London's oldest private clubs, which mostly date from the 19th century and are now lined up like bunkers, their ornate wooden doorways guarded by liveried staff. These traditional clubs remain fearful temples of exclusivity, with dark reflective glass and nary a plaque to indicate their existence—a sure sign of upper-class hanky-panky, as far as I'm concerned.
I had to know what went on behind those closed doors. So I called in favors from British friends and penetrated a few—the Athenaeum, the Travellers, and the Society of Antiquaries. There were many leather chairs, valuable oil paintings, and porters half-asleep in their tuxedoes, but no whiff of depravity, historical or otherwise. Even the once-wild Brooks's Club, where Lord Cholmondeley had in the 18th century staked Lord Derby 500 guineas to fornicate with his mistress 1,000 feet up in a hot-air balloon, was now a quiet redoubt of toothy brokers. I could only hope they had hidden their spanking birches as soon as I entered.
But even this made a certain historical sense, I realized. In 1721, rumors began circulating throughout the city about a new group that called themselves the Hellfire Club, some 40 "persons of quality," male and female, led by a handsome and depraved young peer, Philip, Duke of Wharton. Along with the group sex and sadomasochism, there was talk of sacrilegious rites in their townhouses—mockeries of the Holy Eucharist, feasts of Devil's Loins and Holy Ghost Pie—so the club was shut down by royal order.
Not long afterward, London fell out of favor among the most extreme clubbers; it was too difficult to keep their rites secret, too close to the hand of the law. But the idea of mixing sex and mockery of religion was in the air. Imitation Hellfire Clubs began to crop up in rural England, Ireland, and Scotland. And the evocative name became the popular label for all the carnally adventurous societies of the 18th century. (The Hellfire Club title has lingered for centuries, claimed by dozens of S&M societies around the world, even one that flourished in New York's Meatpacking District in the 1970s.)
Clearly, London was passé. So, like any Georgian gentleman looking for hard-core entertainment, I set off into the English countryside.
More here
Damnation, Members Only
http://www.slate.com/id/2238342/entry/2238344/
Americans are relative prudes hung up about recreational sex when compared to other societies and the historical record.
On the other hand we use sex as a marketing tool to sell everything.
Little girls dress as prostitots and mothers vicariously enter them into "beauty" contests.
14 year olds with raging hormones(a natural condition) are not totally stupid and see the hypocracy of being patronized by do as I say, not as I do.
This kind of course may be a bit much for 14 yr olds and would be better as an elective for more mature students in the 18 to 24 age group.
I'll bet it would be packed.
On the other hand in this day and age minors can find all this stuff on the internet with a few mouse clicks.
Secrets of the Great British Sex Clubs
http://www.slate.com/id/2238342/entry/2238343/
By Tony Perrottet
Posted Monday, Dec. 14, 2009, at 10:41 AM ET
For a history-loving traveler, stumbling on rare artifacts is exciting enough, but this sudden human connection to the past had me breaking out in a sweat. And this was just foreplay. I was here at the museum to inspect a whole cache of lewd memorabilia rescued from the raunchy British sex clubs of the 18th century. We often forget that the pre-Victorian era was more lusty than today. Such intimate curls, plucked from one's conquests, were a favorite souvenir; lovers exchanged them as tokens of affection, and rakes wore them like cockades in their hats as talismans of potency. But an aura of mystery still surrounds the extent of the licentious behavior behind club doors. The famously randy George IV had become a member of a notorious Scottish club called the Beggar's Benison while he was still a dandyish young prince in cravat and cuffs. Years later, when visiting Edinburgh as king in 1822, he apparently provided this token to the club for old times' sake. It's impossible to know from whom the curls originated, but his consort at the time was Elizabeth, the Marchioness of Coyningham, a feisty and alluring gold-digger ("beautiful, shrewd, greedy, voluptuous," rejoiced one writer) who listed future Russian Czar Nicholas I among her many paramours.
"Of course, every request to see the club relics has to be approved," one college figure said to me. "We have to be careful. We don't want the story to be, University where Prince William went to college has rooms full of porn!"
"Quite," I agreed.
A couple of years ago, while researching a treatise on salacious European history, I discovered the phantasmagoric wonderland of sex that was Georgian Britain, the era from 1714 to 1837. Long before the heyday of Austin Powers, debauchery proliferated up and down the rain-soaked land, fueled by riotous boozing and self-indulgence. "There was a gusto about 18th century vice unmatched before or since," writes historian Fergus Linnane with tangible nostalgia, in London, the Wicked City.
A flood of wealth from the budding empire allowed the leisured classes to fulfill their carnal fantasies without restraint. And perhaps the most striking feature of the age was the explosion of British sex clubs, where a colorful array of rakes, libertines, courtesans, and aristocratic adventuresses dressed up in outrageous outfits for kinky ceremonies. Each club accumulated its own peculiar regalia, such as erotic drinking vessels, sleazy curios, and obscene ballot boxes modeled on human torsos (yay or nay votes going into respective orifices). There would be ribald toasts, poring over the latest dirty books, and visits from comely young "posture molls," who posed nude on tables and gyrated like modern lap dancers. Special rooms were provided so members could retire in pairs or groups, and ladies of fashion could unwind with handsome rent boys. Surviving accounts suggest that some clubs would spice their orgies with a dash of Satanism, while others focused on elaborate rituals of self-abuse.
Sadly, during the prudish Victorian era, most references to these naughty clubs were scotched from the historical record. Horrified relatives burned embarrassing documents and club regalia. But their subversive antics survived in pornographic novels, travel guides to risqué tourist sites, and, of course, popular memory. In the countryside, colorful tales endured of partygoers racing through the dark forest for frenzied couplings or meeting in ruined abbeys, erotic gardens, and underground tunnels.
In the 1960s, British swingers revived their kinship for the world of Georgian sex and its giddy freedoms. Researchers have located a number of documents and relics that survived the Victorian purges. And academics argue that the clubbers were more than upper-class twits; they were motivated by a philosophical yearning and were essential for promoting the Enlightenment ideal that sex was for pleasure, not just for procreation.
Poring over these revisionist texts, I realized that a number of club locations could still be tracked down today. So I mapped out an itinerary that would take me through the hidden recesses of Georgian Britain to sample its fabled pleasures.
Related in Slate
In December 2008, Tony Perrottet took another Pervert's Grand Tour, taking in the British Museum, the Marquis de Sade's village, and Casanova's cell.
It was in swarming London town that the club craze began. But visiting the city today, you must constantly look past all the ponderous Victorian institutions that smothered the world of whimsical sex romps. No trace can be found of the Mollies Club for homosexuals, the range of transvestite societies (both men and women relished gender-bending in the 18th century), the Flagellants' Club for the many gentlemen who favored a little birching, or the women-only club for discreet lesbian encounters on Jermyn Street. A creative leap of imagination is needed to picture Covent Garden, now given over to flower markets and Body Shops, as the city's most sordid red light district, where, in the seedy Shakespeare's Head, waiter-pimps would set gentlemen up with ladies like Oyster Moll, who would "open the wicket of love's bear garden to any bold sportsman who has a venturesome mind to give a run to his puppy." And in tree-lined St. James's Square, nothing remains of upmarket bordellos like Miss Falkland's Temple of Love, where one could sip champagne in damask-lined parlors and enjoy such luxuries as "elastick beds" that were spring-loaded "to restore old men and debauched youths," much like the vibrating mattresses of Las Vegas hotels, and where resident doctors who would screen ladies for the pox.
So I spent a couple of days on swank Pall Mall, scoping out London's oldest private clubs, which mostly date from the 19th century and are now lined up like bunkers, their ornate wooden doorways guarded by liveried staff. These traditional clubs remain fearful temples of exclusivity, with dark reflective glass and nary a plaque to indicate their existence—a sure sign of upper-class hanky-panky, as far as I'm concerned.
I had to know what went on behind those closed doors. So I called in favors from British friends and penetrated a few—the Athenaeum, the Travellers, and the Society of Antiquaries. There were many leather chairs, valuable oil paintings, and porters half-asleep in their tuxedoes, but no whiff of depravity, historical or otherwise. Even the once-wild Brooks's Club, where Lord Cholmondeley had in the 18th century staked Lord Derby 500 guineas to fornicate with his mistress 1,000 feet up in a hot-air balloon, was now a quiet redoubt of toothy brokers. I could only hope they had hidden their spanking birches as soon as I entered.
But even this made a certain historical sense, I realized. In 1721, rumors began circulating throughout the city about a new group that called themselves the Hellfire Club, some 40 "persons of quality," male and female, led by a handsome and depraved young peer, Philip, Duke of Wharton. Along with the group sex and sadomasochism, there was talk of sacrilegious rites in their townhouses—mockeries of the Holy Eucharist, feasts of Devil's Loins and Holy Ghost Pie—so the club was shut down by royal order.
Not long afterward, London fell out of favor among the most extreme clubbers; it was too difficult to keep their rites secret, too close to the hand of the law. But the idea of mixing sex and mockery of religion was in the air. Imitation Hellfire Clubs began to crop up in rural England, Ireland, and Scotland. And the evocative name became the popular label for all the carnally adventurous societies of the 18th century. (The Hellfire Club title has lingered for centuries, claimed by dozens of S&M societies around the world, even one that flourished in New York's Meatpacking District in the 1970s.)
Clearly, London was passé. So, like any Georgian gentleman looking for hard-core entertainment, I set off into the English countryside.
More here
Damnation, Members Only
http://www.slate.com/id/2238342/entry/2238344/
Americans are relative prudes hung up about recreational sex when compared to other societies and the historical record.
On the other hand we use sex as a marketing tool to sell everything.
Little girls dress as prostitots and mothers vicariously enter them into "beauty" contests.
14 year olds with raging hormones(a natural condition) are not totally stupid and see the hypocracy of being patronized by do as I say, not as I do.
This kind of course may be a bit much for 14 yr olds and would be better as an elective for more mature students in the 18 to 24 age group.
I'll bet it would be packed.
On the other hand in this day and age minors can find all this stuff on the internet with a few mouse clicks.
fossten
Dedicated LVC Member
Non sequitur. We're talking about elementary, junior high, and high school, not college or sex clubs.
Off topic - 10,000th post.
Off topic - 10,000th post.
So we're essentially "protecting" children from themselves.
In my experience as a child, by grade 8 (1972) people were making out and some were even going steady and one student was almost openly gay( and this was a Catholic elementary school).
I remember when I was 14 and how provocative some of the girls carried themselves especially the Goth girls.
As we looked at them they were not children to us.
We wanted to boff them and they loved the attention.
Nature and "God" have made it so that most 14 year olds are horny all the time as a natural condition.
Historically puberty has been the dividing line between children and adults.
Nature says it's time to get interested in sex when you're in middle and high school.
It's only in the last 100 years that childhood has been extended from 12-13 to 18 or more ludicrously 21.
Denying and minimizing this may make us feel better but it only makes salacious information more exciting to young minds.
In my experience as a child, by grade 8 (1972) people were making out and some were even going steady and one student was almost openly gay( and this was a Catholic elementary school).
I remember when I was 14 and how provocative some of the girls carried themselves especially the Goth girls.
As we looked at them they were not children to us.
We wanted to boff them and they loved the attention.
Nature and "God" have made it so that most 14 year olds are horny all the time as a natural condition.
Historically puberty has been the dividing line between children and adults.
Nature says it's time to get interested in sex when you're in middle and high school.
It's only in the last 100 years that childhood has been extended from 12-13 to 18 or more ludicrously 21.
Denying and minimizing this may make us feel better but it only makes salacious information more exciting to young minds.
...and who's responsibility is it to inform children? Provide information, instruction, and to determine at what age and in what manner it should be presented?
Is this the responsibility of the parents, family, church, private community-
or that of the government and government schools?
I think in many cases it's the child's responsibility to inform themselves.
America is supposed to be a country of rugged individualism and what could be more individualistic than one's sexuality.
Or is it ok to make an exception and be socialists towards children until they join the majority.
People change when they become parents and somehow forget about their own childhood pasts.
Hypocracy enters the equation and idealism triumphs over hard truth.
Many parents also have their own personal problems and/or pursuits that preoccupy them to the determent of their children.
Some parents are simply inept, having never matured into well rounded people themselves.
My parents set a bad example, worked long hours, had a depressing marriage and by the time I was 12 I could hardly stand to be in the same room as my father.
Then at 45 he decided to go back to university which meant he was always home almost 24/7 doing his thing.
I spent my time avoiding him and this damaged my efforts at establishing relationships for many years.
They gave me some biology text book about as exciting as plaster and left me to fend for myself.
Basically my parents didn't teach me or even try to teach me anything that was of any value to me.
I suppose you could say I was raised by a television and later on the MSM but I do my own thinking and come to my own conclusions.
Church and religion has a problem with sex as fun for unmarrieds and just bangs the abstinence drum as if somehow that's going to work.
Government is probably best in the information role especially if parents abdicate their responsibilities.
Now that we have the sex and porn filled internet the sex education question is kind of moot.
May as well get used to it.
So
Find out for yourself.
Do your own thinking.
Wow... you're all over the place. And it doesn't make any sense at all.
Who decides the cirriculum?
At what age?
And what if you don't want your child taught or indoctrinated by the government employees?
Watching a porno, or some donkey show, is going to give you an extremely twisted and unhealthy view of the opposite sex, healthy intimacy, and relationships.
Who and what is government?
Who decides the cirriculum?
At what age?
And what if you don't want your child taught or indoctrinated by the government employees?
I'd argue such a sexual charged atmosphere, with such deviancy on full display, makes it even MORE important for a child/kid/teen to have someone explaining life to them.
Watching a porno, or some donkey show, is going to give you an extremely twisted and unhealthy view of the opposite sex, healthy intimacy, and relationships.
....you'd tell that to a 9 year old?
MonsterMark
Dedicated LVC Member
When each of my kids turn 10, we invite them into the bedroom to watch mom and dad go at it.
What a better education for a kid, right? I mean, he can do his own thinking about it afterwards and then spend the next several decades trying to get the image out of his mind.Liberals are Fin up the Country big time.
MonsterMark
Dedicated LVC Member
No, No, No.
It is so much better to have a school teacher you don't know tell your 5 year old how to masturbate.
Thankfully, my wife has a great relationship with the boys and the oldest went to her for the Q&A. That is where sex education should take place. The home. And at the age of 12, I think a seminar attended by the child and the parent(s) is appropriate. I took my oldest and covered the basics. Wife handles the little details. That's how it should be done and that is why marriage, between a man and woman is critical. Each has an important role to play in the raising of a child.
Homosexual relationships, whether between men or women miss that critical connection that only both a male and female partner can provide.
It is so much better to have a school teacher you don't know tell your 5 year old how to masturbate.
Thankfully, my wife has a great relationship with the boys and the oldest went to her for the Q&A. That is where sex education should take place. The home. And at the age of 12, I think a seminar attended by the child and the parent(s) is appropriate. I took my oldest and covered the basics. Wife handles the little details. That's how it should be done and that is why marriage, between a man and woman is critical. Each has an important role to play in the raising of a child.
Homosexual relationships, whether between men or women miss that critical connection that only both a male and female partner can provide.
If you don't want government teaching the facts of life first to your kids then do it yourself and give them your healthy version as you seem to be doing.
If your 9 year old asked you questions I'm sure you would answer them thoughtfully on their level.
But if you didn't have a good relationship they would find answers for themselves.
When each of my kids turn 10, we invite them into the bedroom to watch mom and dad go at it.
Liberals are Fin up the Country big time.
Is this what happened to you
Now I'm starting to understand the liberal hate thing
TheDude
Dedicated LVC Member
I agree with you, it's just a shame so many parents (if we believe the polls and anecdotal) are uncomfortable talking sex, all facets of sex with their children, especially from an early age.
I'm still for the Sex-Ed class in High School (or even Middle, as kids are getting intimate earlier and earlier), in regards to biology, STD and safety education
Which "critical connection" are you referring to?
Sadly not everyone has the luxury of a well rounded childhood
with parents that are involved with their upbringing.
I'm glad you are handling this matter to your and your wife's satisfaction.
What polls?
The record of sex ed in public schools is terrible. We would be better off without it, IMO...
You're making this sound like an "either/or" situation.
If government (particularly federal) is involved in teaching this curriculum, then it is taught to all kids. Those with responsible parents or not. They will decide what is taught and WHEN it is taught. Perhaps you think 10 is a good age to start. Perhaps those in the schools think 5 is more appropriate to start addressing issues of sexuality.
And the further away the decisions and accountability is from the local community, the less influence the responsible parents have.
To some degree, that has been the way it's been for ages. No generation ever taught EVERYTHING to their kids. They have always found out from peers and through experience. To think that the government will have a "solution" to that is naive at best.
But, that still isn't address the real issue here.
The one that seems to run through almost every major issue we are currently facing.
WHAT IS THE ROLE OF GOVERNMENT IN OUR LIVES.
Is it the role of the government to teach 5 year old children about homosexual relationships, whether the parent thinks it's appropriate or not?
Is it the role of the government to teach middle and high school students about fisting and some of the risks associated with it?
And if it's decided that there is a role for government in any of these things, the decisions should be made WITHIN the community. Locally.
Regarding sex ed.
There's a big difference between a biological course, where the biology is taught,
and one where social issues are addressed.
In a sex-ed course, there's no reason to teach about homosexual lifestyles, or deviant sexual acts pursued for pleasure.
A clinical discussion of procreation is vastly different than a flyer with cartoon characters teaching about fisting and cat o' nine tails.
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fossten
Dedicated LVC Member
So, you're okay with schools teaching children to piss on each other, fist each other, lick each other's anus, and jerk each other off?
Funny thing about you liberals - you have no moral compass.
TheDude
Dedicated LVC Member
Ones online; like I said, I can't verify the accuracy or if they're even reliable to go off.
What record? Sex Ed (least when I was in school) just taught about the formation of life, how to put on a condom and other safe-sex practices (yes, including abstinence) and STDs; how easily one can contract them.
Not sure you can ascertain an accurate "record" of pass or failure to this. Also not sure how teaching this can cause any harm, and in the case where a child doesn't get any input from a parent/guardian on the matter at home, it's at least something.
I think most self-described liberals don't think it goes that far.
They have a faith in government and ASSUME that it has the same decency and values that they share.
What they all too frequently don't realize is how radical the system is, particularly those inside the system running it, and how it's run by radicals with agendas that are vastly different than their own.
"well I live in a very conservative part of the country."
Doesn't matter. The teachers and administrators were all taught at very "liberal" universities and those books they are taught out of were printed right outside New York City in Northern New Jersey...... (I used to live up there.)
And the curriculum isn't written locally either, it's state wide.
Written at the University, in the gov't culture of the capital, or outsourced to a radical group of "educators" outside the state and just voted on in the state capital.
fossten
Dedicated LVC Member
And when evidence to the contrary is placed right in front of their eyes, i.e. wackos like Jennings, they leap headlong into defensiveness and denial.
They assume it's the exception... it's implausible that it could be happening in their community. And that's what they are told by the educators to reassure them and get them to drop their guard.
What is never addressed is the fact that the bold and shocking stuff is the easiest to recognize and address. The problem is the subtle, insidious stuff, tucked in the curriculum in little dribs and drabs. Stuff that goes right under the radar. Social issues, political perspectives, indoctrination in general.
"My school isn't biased like this, they don't hand out flyers explaining how to fist someone......so it must be o.k."
You love jumping to your own lurid conclusions.
I would call people who have reached puberty minors.
Young man and young lady.
I think beyond the biology sex ed should cover the basics of prevention of unwanted pregnancies and STD's which is in the public interest.
As far as fetishes go I would say that some people like to play games while having sex with play being the operative word and leave it at that.
The details of S/M BDSM and other games can be left out.
People make up their own games.
I have some adult experience of this.
Ever heard of a Sybian.
It's expensive but very fun
Google it up.
fossten
Dedicated LVC Member
What's the earliest age sex ed is taught? I wasn't aware that school started at age 13.
You're trying to mitigate the horror of this pervert in charge of 'safe schools' by presenting a straw man.