Anatomy

You see, in school they taught anatomy with a male model. Breasts were on occasion mentioned but never permitted to be seen, at risk of damaging fresh-teen eyes. Fearful of the risk of over-exposing young brains to what even they, in their infancy relied on for life, the breast was often given just a dry description.

‘A glandular milk-producing dual-organ located on the chest.’

The drooling speech of the tweed-suited teacher was promptly suffocated by the sniggers that rippled from boy to boy. In the same way that pre-historic fish grew legs, there grew the roots of what was to come; teen-hood, adulthood, manhood…an ever evolving complex powered by the notorious perfumes of the night. The missionaries of apocalyptic sex…

From then, I could taste the snake,…its tail was in my mouth…if you know what I mean.

As the ripple died down, and the teacher moved on to glorifying the function of the penis in the miracle of reproduction, my body shed a layer of skin, I could feel it run down my legs and settle on the classroom floor.

Let us not recount the trauma that ensued when the tweed-teacher’s pointer reached the vulva .