talk about baring one's soul...

as an extra credit assignment for my anthropology of homosexualities class, we were asked to write short autobiographical sketches of ourselves. Just about everyone turned one in, including yours truly. Mine was actually a completed, souped-up version of something I was going to blog, but lost momentum on... remember the exercise of encapsulating the years of one's life by some pithy title? Scott went ahead and did it for the last 20 years of his life. Well, I did it for all the years of my life, but expanded the pithy titles to pithy paragraphs, so it was like 4 pages long. Prof. K handed 'em back tonight, and prefaced it by expositing on how he was truly impressed by the amount of struggle and adversity members of the class had gone through. The class is composed of some interesting people, with a strong, I'm-not-taking-any-shit queer streak, and I'm sure there are some great stories from their lives.
I persuaded my little friend Lilian from work to take the class, which I think is really expanding her consciousness. She's stuck in a crappy marriage with a crack smoking jerk, and she has a lot of unrealized urges for sexual experimentation. On many occasions she's expressed the desire to be intimate with women, but it's probably just limited to fantasy. At any rate, I'm tickled that she decided to take the class with me.