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evilcorpinc -> The Handsome Teacher (11/10/2011 8:31:40 PM)
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I had a teacher once he was a Christian thought that a show with queers wasn’t worthy to be on TV and that the Simpsons was ruining the American family I guess father does know best. He was a tall man had the kind of looks that made everyone uncomfortable the young men in their teens felt odd calling another man handsome and the girls well let’s just say that things became strange when he started quoting Raymond Carver. He had a captivating creative writing class full of snobs theatre kids and the occasional normal idiot who wanted an easy class. We would drink tea and coffee read off writing assignments mine were always pitiful revolting in reasoning but always good for a few intended laughs. I met my first fiancé there we had worked together but we knew each other from class she was beautiful and sick. There was a time I recall when the normal guy who was still an idiot read a paper on how we should get rid of faggots as he called them he was simply expressing his beliefs religious based and totally delusional they were he was still entitled to them he was later forced to make an apology and was suspended for a few days. My teacher took me my fiancé and some other classmates from that class on a writers expedition it wasn’t sponsored by the school so I drank a lot I saw Europe from the clear and some times dirty glass of pubs and cafes I never cared for the churches the monuments or even the history I was there to enjoy myself so I drank and fucked I wandered the streets the tourist spots weren’t for me I could always see them in books I wanted to see the real cities and I did I saw artists painting on cobble stone roads with spray paint and chalk I witnessed human statues scare American tourists I partook in drinking contests with local drunks I paid for fine meals and sunbathed on pebble beaches along the Mediterranean. My teacher was a good man at least he was to me he taught me to investigate because lord knows he didn’t teach me how to write I had to learn that on my own but he showed me the way to get out there and experience the ways of my predecessors. Then some time after I graduated and that fiancé left I heard that he slept with a student and I laughed it wasn’t a shock we all have our limits as far as celibacy I didn’t even feel bad for his artist wife but I still laughed I can’t say I was surprised but it still hit me deep.
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