TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 01.22.01 For a few days I was reluctant to facilitate the class again. My patience was ready to snap loose from its tether at the thought of another semester of students who might or might not agree to explore gender and sexuality as socially constructed, students who still insist, disgusted, That's not normal, not to me. |