On May 19, 2009, Obama administration Secretary of Education Arne Duncan announced the appointment of Kevin Jennings as Assistant Deputy Secretary for the Office of Safe and Drug-Free Schools. Jennings is the third director of the office, which was established in 2002 during the George W. Bush administration pursuant to the Safe and Drug-Free Schools and Communities Act part of the No Child Left Behind Act of 2001.
Jennings started in that position on July 6, 2009, but even before he did that he came under fire for his involvement with a group which he helped to form called the Gay, Lesbian, and Straight Education Network or GLSEN pronounced GLiStEN. He has also been criticized for actions he failed to take when homosexual student reported questionable activity.
Background - Kevin Jennings
Kevin Jennings is the son of a Baptist Preacher who passed away when Kevin was 8 years old. Jennings then grew up in a trailer park in North Carolina in an atmosphere described as intolerant of African Americans and Gays with several uncles and cousins belonging to the Ku Klux Klan. Despite bullying at the hands of classmates, Jennings did well in school. He attempted suicide in high school after his first sexual encounter with another male convinced him he was gay. Despite this, Jennings went on to earn a Bachelor's Degree from Harvard (History, magna cum laude), a Master's degree from Columbia in education, and an MBA from New York University. Jennings taught high school history from 1985 to 1995 and was the chair of the history department. Jennings has authored six books on gay rights and education
Failure to report possible statutory rape
In his first year teaching at Concord Academy in Concord, Massachusetts, a sophomore student confided in Mr. Jennings that he had engaged in a relationship with an older man. Mr. Jennings advised the student to use a condom. Supporters of Mr. Jennings claim that he was not aware of any sexual contact between the student and older man, and that the student was 16 at the time of encounter and thus of the legal age of consent in Massachusetts. Detractors claim that the student was 15 and that Mr. Jennings failed to comply with the law in failing to report a statutory rape.
Accusatory evidence
In Mr. Jennings' 1994 book, "One Teacher in 10," the teacher boasts how he allayed the student's concerns about the relationship to such a degree that the 15-year-old "left my office with a smile on his face that I would see every time I saw him on the campus for the next two years, until he graduated."
In Mr. Jennings' 1994 book, One Teacher in Ten: Gay and Lesbian Educators Tell Their Stories, Jennings described the student and the result of their conversation as follows:
a sophomore boy who I came to know in 1987, my first year of teaching at Concord Academy, in Concord, Massachusetts ...
... (the student) left my office with a smile on his face that I would see every time I saw him on the campus for the next two years, until he graduated
In an undated audio, Mr. Jennings discusses the same interaction with the same student and notes that it was in his first year of teaching at Concord. The audio is below the transcription and is difficult to discern at times.
It took me back to 12 years ago. At Concord academy in Concord Massachusetts where I taught. Where i was very scared. I was a gay teacher, I had been fired from my first job as a teacher for being gay, and in my second job I wasn't quite sure about how to deal with it.
I was in my first month of the job and I was advising a kid named "Brewster" was missing a lot of classes, he was a ward of the school, so I said to his first period teacher "The next time Brewster misses a class, I want you to tell me he missed that class and I will go find him". So I went and found Brewter one morning when she called, and was asleep in his dorm room. I said "Brewster, what are you doign asleep?" And he said "Well, I am tired." And I said "Well, we're all tired and we all got to school today." And he said "Well, I was out late last night." And I said "Why were you out late on a school night?" And he said "I was in Boston." Boston is about 45 minutes away from Concord. I said "What were doing in Boston on a school night Brewster?" He said "Well, I met a somebody in a bus station bathroom and I went home with him." This is a school sophomore, 15 years ... that was the only way he knew how to communicate with people.
I was a closeted gay teacher, 24 years old, didn't know what to say, knew I should say something. So, I finally ... my best friend had just died of AIDS the week before, I looked at Brewster and I said "You know Brewster, I hope you used a condom." And he said to me something i'll never forget. He said "Why should I, my life isn't worth saving anyway."
(Incoherent sentence)
And I was like, You know, I cannot remain closeted, I cannot allow the next generation to feel the way I had felt. It was morally irresponsible to do so. So I came out to the school in which I taught, I gave a chapel talk in which I talked to all the students and told them I was gay ...
Supporter's evidence
The left-wing website Media Matters.org has posted a statement from the student identified as "Brewser" and a drivers license from what it claims is the same student. The statement is reprinted (in part) here:
In 1988, I had taken a bus home for the weekend, and on the return trip met someone who was also gay. The next day, I had a conversation with Mr. Jennings about it. I had no sexual contact with anybody at the time, though I was entirely legally free to do so. I was a sixteen year-old going through something most of us have experienced: adolescence. I find it regrettable that the people who have the compassion and integrity to protect our nation's students are themselves in need of protection from homophobic smear attacks. Were it not for Mr. Jennings' courage and concern for my well-being at that time in my life, I doubt I'd be the proud gay man that I am today.
The drivers license shows a birthdate of July 31, 1971. There is obviously no way to prove that this is indeed the license of the student in question, nor that the statement itself came from the student - without compromising that person's identity. However, no claim has been made by outside sources that this is not a legitimate license and statement.
Conflicting Items
The date of birth on the license and the statements from Mr. Jennings himself indicate that the student in question would be 16 when entering his sophomore year in school. This would not have happened unless the student had been held back at least one year. Given that the student was a ward of the school with previous problems, this is not unlikely.
The student recalled the date as 1988. This conflicts with Mr. Jennings' statements that he started work in 1987 and that he had a conversation with the student shortly after being hired.
Mr. Jennings himself stated that he at least believed the student was 15 at the time, and the suggestion to use a condom is evidence that Mr. Jennings believed that they student and the older man were in a sexual relationship. Mr. Jennings' own telling of the event states that the two met in a bathroom and that the student went back to the man's house.
GLSEN
While teaching high school, Jennings "came out" to the faculty and student body regarding his sexual orientation. Later that year, he was approached by a student whose mother was a lesbian and in 1988 Jennings started the nations' first gay-straight alliance. Jennings then co-founded the Gay and Lesbian Independent School Teacher Network (GLISTeN) in Boston in 1990. The organization was very successful and held conferences and published reports. Eventually, teh name was changed to the Gay and Lesbian School Teachers Network (GLSTN), and then when Jennings decided to go national with the organization in 1994, he changed the name again to its current form.
The controversy surrounding Jennings' involvement with GLSEN revolves around both the books and publications that the organization recommended to children and several conferences where children were taught sexual acts.
GLSEN Recommended Reading List
After the announcement of his appointment to the "Safe Schools Czar" position, a group of independent researchers decided to read some of the books that his group GLSEN had listed on their website. The books were divided up into three age groups, K-6, 7-12, and books for teachers. The group read 11 books in the 7-12 category which are listed here:
Queer 13
Being Different
The Full Spectrum
Revolutionary Voices
Reflections of a Rock Lobster
Passages of Pride
Growing Up Gay/Growing Up Lesbian
The Order of the Poison Oak
In Your Face
Mama’s Boy, Preacher’s Son
Love & Sex: Ten Stories of Truth
In December of 2009, the group went public with what they found in the books on the website Gateway Pundit. Excerpts from the books were shown to promote sex between children, pedophilia, incest, casual sex in public restrooms, and a wide array of other topics. Some of these excerpts are shown below. These books are listed as for kids in grades 7-12, but be aware that the language is very graphic.
"Reflections of a Rock Lobster" page 13 describes the homosexual exploits of a first grader with his fellow classmates.
My sexual exploits with my neighborhood playmates continued. I lived a busy homosexual childhood, somehow managing to avoid venereal disease through all my toddler years. By first grade I was sexually active with many friends. In fact, a small group of us regularly met in the grammar school lavatory to perform fellatio on one another. A typical week’s schedule would be Aaron and Michael on Monday during lunch; Michael and Johnny on Tuesday after school; Fred and Timmy at noon Wednesday; Aaron and Timmy after school on Thursday. None of us ever got caught, but we never worried about it anyway. We all understood that what we were doing was not to be discussed freely with adults but we viewed it as a fun sort of confidential activity. None of us had any guilty feelings about it; we figured everyone did it. Why shouldn’t they?
"Queer 13" – Pages 43, 44 + 45 describes (in foul language) a violent random homosexual encounter with a adolescent boy and a random man on a bus. The pages then describe how this led to a life of random encounters in public restrooms.
One day, on the bus to shop class, this ugly fuck of a man sat behind me and put his foot in the crack of my seat. He was skinny, with a patchy, pencil-thin mustache that besotted his oily face. I ignored him for most of the trip. I did notice that he changed buses when I did, but this time he sat beside me. He tried a little small talk, but then he suddenly and very nervously put his hand on my crotch. It never occurred to me to tell him not to. I’m not sure if I agreed to it or not, but he managed to get me to follow him to a nearby rest room at another secondary school “to play.” In the bathroom stall, lit by two scant rows of fluorescent lights, half of them burnt-out or flickering, he tried to kiss me, but I was too nauseated to do that. He sucked my nipples and played with my cock. I had no idea what to do. He then tried to get me to suck his. Somehow I knew this was expected of me, but I just could not put his ugly, foul-smelling penis into my mouth. When he forced it in I gagged so hard I started vomiting. Undaunted, he tried to put his cock in my ass. Thankfully, he came prematurely. He pulled up his trousers and left me in the toilet stall confused, frightened, crying, and praying to God for forgiveness of my horrible sin. I spent a good deal of time locked in the stall, trying to clean up, trying to wipe the smell of that act off with wet toilet paper, but I was doused in the stench of that man and what he had done.
This incident should have soured me on men, but it only made me more confused and needful. One day later, something accidental happened that would change my life. I discovered that at a urinal I could actually see someone else’s penis. I was ecstatic and fearful, but I wanted more. One day, at a local shopping mall, as I was trying to sneak a peek at penises in the rest rooms, a man at the urinal actually turned to me and started playing with himself. He flashed me a gold-toothed smirk and motioned for me to come over. Shocked, I zippered up and ran out, but the seeds had been laid. The whole world of rest-room sex had opened itself up to me.
Soon I was spending a great deal of time hanging out in shopping malls and cruising the rest rooms for sexual encounters. My rest-room exploits started to be a great burden on my mind. The better part of the year was spent making deals with God, asking for a sign, then ignoring and rationalizing everything I perceived to be a sign, praying for forgiveness, and being obsessed with raging hormones and a seemingly endless supply of dicks. I believed that it was all part of a test by God to see if I was a sinner. I was.
I had known before that something was up, and that I was attracted to men, but this toilet thing was a whole new realm of sin and Satan, a new level that I had never before imagined. The following years were spent praying for forgiveness and trying to purge my homosexuality through prayer and Bible study. While my classmates wondered what sex was like, content to masturbate over pinups, I was out there having my cock sucked and my ass fucked. These were grown men I was tricking with. Some were nice, grateful for a young boy to have their way with. Some were harsh and mean. There were a few nasty encounters, brutal and painful experiences, near-rapes, but through it all, I never thought that I had the ability to say no.
I was scared about what I was doing, scared of God’s judgment and of being caught in all those rest rooms and parks, but I really did enjoy those sexual encounters. That feeling of doing it to them and them doing the same for me was just too damn good.
"In Your Face" page 150 describes a random sexual relationship as stable and denotes an incestuous relationship between a man and his cousin.
But I know in the immediate future I want a very healthy relationship, because I’ve never really had a healthy relationship. The closest I’ve had was with a guy that I met at the lake when we lived in Davenport. I just met him at the lake, and he already had a boyfriend and stuff. I just walked up to him and said, “Do you want to fuck?” and we did. For a week. And then I went home because I couldn’t handle it anymore. The relationship I had with my cousin was very, very twisted, and I didn’t like hiding it. I mean, he was my cousin, and so it feels rather disgusting. But I think that you’re gonna fall in love with whomever you’re gonna fall in love with.
"Revolutionary Voices" Page 7 describes a young boy fantasizing about castrating himself to become a woman.
As a little boy growing up, i used to sit in the bathtub, take the little spikey thing u put soap on, n lay on it, press my little pre-pubescent dick on it hard, impale myself, sometimes until i bled.
Then i’d take it, bloodied n bruised, n tuck it between my legs, standing in front of the mirror, pushing the fat that wuz my chest together, seeing what it would b like ta have cleavage, thinking
Perhaps i could escape my fate by becoming a woman, i wondered what it’d b like ta have a pussy, what it would b like ta cut it off, ta simply not have it around no more.
"Reflections of a Rock Lobster" Pages 25 and 26 describes two 12 year old boys having sex to Christian music.
I began sleeping over at Bob’s house again during seventh grade. His mother thought we enjoyed a perfectly platonic relationship in his room upstairs playing games and listening to Jim Nabors records – the only ones she allowed Bob to hear.
Little did she know that every night I slept over we would turn the record player loud and have sex to the beat of “Lord, You Gave Me a Mountain.”
In "Passages of Pride" page 92, a woman describes how a sexual relationship she had with a female teacher boosted her confidence.
She was forty-four and had a daughter who was a year younger than me, who went to my school. Needless to say, it was all very confusing, but exciting as well. The moment right after we kissed for the first time, I ran to the mirror and looked at myself. I was ecstatic. I thought I would look different. I said in a barely audible whisper, ‘I’m a lesbian.’ About six months later, we stopped being physically sexual, at my request. I was racked with guilt feelings and knew that it was out of control. I was terrified of someone finding out. . ..
In "Queer 13" pages 86 and 87, the author recounts a sexual relationship with his cousin at the age of 12.
Despite my best efforts, someday the artifice of “normality” had to fall away. It did, early one Sunday afternoon when I was twelve. My cousin was sixteen.
I put on my blue velour robe and padded down the rickety stairs. My cousin was watching an old black-and-white movie on our black-and-white TV set. He wore only his Ewing High School J.V. basketball shorts, black with waxy yellow lettering. I sat next to him on the couch, silent. He would occasionally sneak glances at me. The glances grew longer and longer.
I noticed his slightly parted thick lips. Uncomfortable, I stood up and went to the front door. I pretended to look out the window up Field Avenue. The street was empty.
My cousin got up from the couch and stood behind me. He lightly brushed the soft fabric of my robe. “Let’s get gay,” he fawned in a mock faggy tone. “Let’s get gay.” He rubbed his huge hands over the thin fabric that separated them from my behind. He pulled up the robe.
Exposed and naked, my erection to the wind, I wanted to melt into his arms, to be held by him, to desperately answer the questions my soul had been avoiding, but I also wanted to shield my eyes from what was happening.
We went back to the couch, and I felt someone’s hands on my genitals for the first time. They were boiling—his hands and my genitals. I sat back and closed my eyes.
My ecstasy from his touch. My relief from loneliness. Momentarily overcoming fear and shame. Then, the fall. Each of the half-dozen times we did it over the next four years it would be that way. While we were in the act, it was good. His heavy brown body lying against mine, providing the warmth I never thought I would have. He was tender and sweet. But after I came, shame tumbled on top of me, the pleasure buried, suffocated. The disgraceful white goo the physical proof of my spiritual delinquency.
In "Reflections of a Rock Lobster" pages 13-15, the author describes sexual encounters at the age of 6.
One friend I was very close to was Billy Marlen. Billy was a year behind me in school yet we got along well together. In our friendship, a special camaraderie existed that was rare in my other friendships. There was a brotherhood that does not often occur even between brothers. We shared our toys and spent many summer days building sandcastles on the beach. On rainy days I’d walk down to Billy’s house where we spent the day reading books and building racetracks and playing sex therapist in his basement. We were human beings who knew no social inhibitions and were willing to explore our sexuality to its fullest....
...Sex continued for me but it was not the same as it was with Billy. It was always readily available after school, during school, at cub scouts, at Sunday School or at summer camp, but that certain element that Billy added was gone.
In "Growing up Gay / Growing Up Lesbian on pages 110 and 111, a man recounts his first sexual experience at the age of 12 and a relationship with a much older man at 15.
“I just remember, when I was twelve or so, Derek walking into my room and finding me making out with Timmy Musseo. And he just said excuse me and closed the door.”
Philip’s jaw dropped. “You were making out with boys when you were twelve?”
“Eleven,” Eliot said. “Geoffrey and Derek only found out when I was twelve.”
“Then how old were you when you first had sex?”
Eliot shrugged. “I’m not sure,” he said. “How do you define sex? If orgasm is the criterion, twelve. If anal or oral penetration is necessary, fifteen.”
“And was that with Timmy Musseo?”
“No, no,” Eliot said “Timmy Musseo had a girlfriend by that time. My first experience was with a much older man, a friend of Derek’s. He and Geoffrey never found out about it. Probably they still don’t know.”
“How old is older?”
“Oh, let’s see,” Eliot said. “When I was fifteen, he must have been twenty-nine, thirty. My age now. He came and stayed with me at the house whenever Derek and Geoffrey went away.”
“Did he seduce you?”
“I seduced him,” Eliot said, and laughed. “Oh, he wanted to for as long as I did. But I think he was afraid Derek would send him up for statutory rape or something. I was irresistible at fifteen. I kept asking him to give me massages, playing the little nubile waif. And finally–well, he couldn’t hold back anymore.” He sighed. “It was a wild night. We did everything.”
In "The Full Spectrum" pages 227 and 228, five and six year old girls engage in sexual games:
I am five and Katie is six. Her birthday is in September. Mine is in June. We are both in kindergarten, she in the p.m. class and me in the a.m., but we go to day care together. We are best friends.
. . .
Today I am going to Katie’s for a playdate.
. . .
Katie pulls her shorts off. She is wearing blue and white polka-dotted Hanes underwear, the kind that I have at home. They come in a three-pack with a matching blue pair and a matching white pair. She lies down on her floor and pulls her underwear off over her butt, and tells me to spank her because she’s the baby and I’m the mommy. It seems kind of weird and she yells at me to do it. Then she makes me be the baby and she spanks me, too. She tells me that I should learn how to French-kiss because boys always do that, so she kisses me and puts her tongue in my mouth. I roll my tongue hot-dog style, because that is fun.
Her mommy drives me home, and in the backseat of her white car Katie Frenches me again.
We are in second grade now, and Katie still makes me practice Frenching her.
In "Passages of Pride", page 49, two second grade boys have sexual encounters:
Troy and Jordan soon discovered they shared a common secret—they both were infatuated with boys. They would compare their affections for boys they knew at their school and tease each other about their latest crushes. Both admired one boy in particular, a second-grader named Kelly. Kelly was exceptionally good-looking. Troy remembers thinking he was the type of boy who surely would grow up to be strikingly handsome. Troy and Jordan vied unabashedly for his attention, pushing and elbowing to sit by his side during lunch, and showing off during recess. It was Jordan who won out, finally capturing Kelly’s interest. He invited Kelly over to his home, where they would roll and tumble together on an old mattress down in the basement, out of sight of any adult, kissing and hugging under blankets and sheets, sometimes without their clothes.
In "Love and Sex: Ten Stories of Truth" pages 146 - 149, the author recounts an encounter he and another young boy have.
I don’t remember which of us moved first. Maybe both at the same time. My hand met the smooth curve of his forearm, and his met mine. He brushed against me with the tips of his fingernails, up to the ticklish place on the inside of my elbow, then back down to my wrist. I moved my hand to his chest. I couldn’t believe how hard the muscles were.
Matt let his body go limp so I could lift off his T-shirt.
…
In seconds we had each other’s pants off. I’m fuzzy on the logistics, if we each undid our own or if we let the other person wrestle with the buttons. But there we were, exposed, our jeans in a heap on the floor.
We just lay there a minute, getting used to the sheer fact of so much skin. I pressed close, wishing I could touch every inch of him at once. I could be his body-hugging wet suit; he could swim in me. I was so content with our simple proximity that I was startled when Matt reached down to my dick. I must have jumped, because he stopped and went rigid as a corpse. I sighed as obviously as I could to let him know it was okay. Then he started squeezing his fingers, making a circle, tighter and tighter, experimenting with different levels of pressure. Cylinder, I was thinking. Base. Circumference. I recalled the formula for calculating the volume of a solid object.
Matt had one leg locked between mine, so that his dick was smushed between his stomach and my thigh. As his hand jerked up and down on me, his hips humped with the same rhythm. He began murmuring under his breath, the way people talk in their sleep. “Oh my God. This is the best when it’s flattened, and … shit … it feels like it hurts but…”
Matt cried one last word, something like “now” or “no,” and I felt a pool of warmth seeping on my thigh. Acute, I sang to myself. Hyperboloid! And then I came, letting Matt’s hand catch it all.
…
When my mother came in, I told her I had homework to finish. I went back to my room, locked the door, and lay down where Matt and I had been. I could still smell him, still feel his heat in the air. I picked up the T-shirt I had used to clean myself and draped it like a mask over my face. I sucked on the place where Matt’s sperm had stained the fabric and let the exquisite bitter taste of him salt my spit.
Fistgate
On March 25, 2000, GLSEN presented a "Teach-Out" conference at Tufts University to high-school and pre-high-school students as young as 12. Kevin Jennings was the keynote speaker at the conference. A parent of a student recorded the conference and brought the recordings local talk radio personalities, and discussed the conference at-length on a website titled MassResistance (The Mass stands for Massachusetts).
The recordings of the conference led to the dismissal of three education department officials were fired. One employee was eventually rehired after an arbitrator ruled that the department of education was aware of the discussions to be held at the conference prior to the event. The employee did not take the job back, but sued. GLSEN sued the parent that taped the conference under a wire-taping provision and he was prohibited from playing the tapes for several years. Eventually, the suit was settled and the tapes and transcripts are now available.
Workshops
The MassResistance Website describes the workshops and handouts which comprised the conference. The workshops are listed as follows:
Ask the Transsexuals
Early Childhood Educators: How to Decide Whether to Come Out at Work or Not
Lesbian Avengers: How to Promote Queer Friendly Activism in Your Schools and in Your Lives
Strategies and Curriculum Ideas for Addressing GLBT Issues in a High School English Curriculum
The Struggles and Triumphs of Including Homosexuality in a Middle School Curriculum
Why Gay People Need To Fight Racism: Making The Link Between Homophobia and Racism
Youth Coming Out in High School
Diesel Dykes and Lipstick Lesbians: Defining & Exploring Butch/Femme Identity
It's Elementary in Our Town: Getting Gay & Lesbian Issues Included in Elementary School Staff Development, Curriculum Development, and the PTA
The Religious Wrong: Dealing Effectively with Opposition in Your Community
Putting the "Sex" Back Into Sexual Orientation: Classroom Strategies for Health Ed Sexuality Educators
School's Out: Finding Support After School
A Strategy to Educate Faculty: Lexington HS's GSA Presentation to Faculty
Creating a Safe and Inclusive Community in Elementary Schools: Supporting Gay and Lesbian Students, Families and Staff
From Lesbos to Stonewall: Incorporating Sexuality into a World History Curriculum
Starting a Gay/Straight Alliance (GSA) in Your School
What They Didn't Tell You About Queer Sex Ed Sexuality in Health Class (A workshop for youth only, ages 14-21)
Tired of Knocking on the Administration's Door?
The Religious Wrong - In this particular conference, there was a discussion that all religious people are in fact wrong and that there should be no discussion allowed on the topic
The website describes the purposes of those workshops.
Topics
The topics covered included describing to student (as young as 12) the acts of fisting, the use of hormones, how females have sex with each other, and whether or not it is proper for one male to spit another males semen after oral sex. The following is a transcript covering a conversation between a student and one of the public employees concerning fisting:
There was a five minute pause so that all of the teenagers could write down questions for the homosexual presenters. The first question was read by Julie Netherland, "What's fisting?"
A student answered this question by informing the class that "fisting" is when you put your "whole hand into the ass or pussy" of another. When a few of the students winced, the Department of Public Health employee offered, "A little known fact about fisting: you don't make a fist like this. It's like this." He formed his hand into the shape of a tear drop rather than a balled fist. He informed the children that it was much easier.
Margot Abels told the students that "fisting" is not about forcing your hand into somebody's "hole, opening or orifice" if they don't want it there. She said that "usually" the person was very relaxed and opened him or herself up to the other. She informed the class that it is a very emotional and intense experience.
At this point, a youngster of about 16 asked why someone would want to do that. He stated that if the hand were pulled out quickly, the whole thing didn't sound very appealing to him. Margot Abels was quick to point out that although fisting "often gets a really bad rap," it usually isn't about the pain, "not that we're putting that down." Margot Abels informed him and the class that "fisting" was "an experience of letting somebody into your body that you want to be that close and intimate with." When a child asked the question, "Why would someone do this?" Margot Abels provided a comfortable response to the children, in order to "put them into an exploratory mode."
The figure below shows a package that was handed out to students which provides with with a glove and gives them directions on how to use it for the act of fisting.
The following is a discussion concerning how two women have sex with each other:
Michael Gaucher presented the next question, "Do lesbians rub their clits together?"
Michael Gaucher and Margot Abels asked the kids if they thought it was possible and whether someone would do a "hand-diagram" for the class. No one volunteered, but a girl who looked about 15 or 16 then stepped up to the board and drew a three foot high vagina and labeled each of the labia, the clitoris, and "put up inside the 'G'-spot." While drawing, Michael Gaucher told her to use the "pink" chalk, to which Margot Abels responded, "Not everyone is pink, honey." All of the children laughed.
After the chalk vagina was complete, the children remarked on the size of the "clit," and the presenters stated that that was a gifted woman. Then Margot Abels informed all of the young girls that, indeed, you can rub your "clitori" together, either with or without clothes and "you can definitely orgasm from it." Michael Gaucher told the kids that "there is a name for this: tribadism," which he wrote on the board and told one girl who looked about 14 to "bring that vocabulary word back to Bedford." Julie Netherland informed the children that it wasn't too difficult because, "When you are sexually aroused, your clit gets bigger."
The discussion involving spitting or swallowing is transcribed below along with the audio:
Michael Gaucher read the following from a card: "Cum and calories: Spit versus swallow and the health concerns." Gaucher informed the children that although he didn't know the calorie count of male ejaculation, he has "heard that it's sweeter if people eat celery." He then asked the boys, "Is it rude not to swallow?" Many of the high school boys mumbled "No," but one about the age of 16 said emphatically, "Oh no!" One boy, again about the age of 16, offered his advice on avoiding HIV/AIDS transmission while giving oral sex by not brushing your teeth or eating course food for four hours before you "go down on a guy," "because then you probably don't want to be swallowing cum."
Another question asked was whether oral sex was better with tongue rings. A 16-year-old student murmured, "Yes," to which all of the children laughed. Michael Gaucher said, "There you have it" and stated something to the effect that the debate has ended.
