OOC: Closed for myself and heartofcourage
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"So it's sort of ironic that today the so-called 'BDSM' scene - where the letters are usually said to stand for Bondage, Dominance or Discipline, Sadism and Masochism - takes part of that name from De Sade," Roger stated as he looked around the classroom. "The things that happened to Justine were the result of force or coercion: plenty of plenty of people in that subculture say that they do not recognize themselves in De Sade's writings; that what they do is done strictly with the consent of all parties involved, with safewords in place and limits usually agreed upon or at least discussed in advance. Some of them really bristle at being called sadists."
His students, for the most part, were paying close attention as he spoke. Sexuality in Western Lit was an elective, after all: no one was forced to take it whether they liked it or not just because they had to in order to graduate. And Roger was a popular teacher, known both for his ability to make his subject matter interesting and for a kindly manner that tended to make people feel comfortable with him despite the fact that, with his broad chest and red hair, he looked like somebody's idea of a Viking warrior, needing only a double-bitted axe and a horned helmet to complete the picture, however historically inaccurate it might be.
He took a quick glance at the clock on the wall and realized there was no more time for tangents, or anything else. Class was at an end for that day.
"Okay, everybody, that's it!" he announced. "Make sure you read tonight's assignment, if you haven't already! Tomorrow we'll be talking about Anaïs Nin."
As the class gathered their materials and began to leave, Roger walked back to his desk to do the same.
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"So it's sort of ironic that today the so-called 'BDSM' scene - where the letters are usually said to stand for Bondage, Dominance or Discipline, Sadism and Masochism - takes part of that name from De Sade," Roger stated as he looked around the classroom. "The things that happened to Justine were the result of force or coercion: plenty of plenty of people in that subculture say that they do not recognize themselves in De Sade's writings; that what they do is done strictly with the consent of all parties involved, with safewords in place and limits usually agreed upon or at least discussed in advance. Some of them really bristle at being called sadists."
His students, for the most part, were paying close attention as he spoke. Sexuality in Western Lit was an elective, after all: no one was forced to take it whether they liked it or not just because they had to in order to graduate. And Roger was a popular teacher, known both for his ability to make his subject matter interesting and for a kindly manner that tended to make people feel comfortable with him despite the fact that, with his broad chest and red hair, he looked like somebody's idea of a Viking warrior, needing only a double-bitted axe and a horned helmet to complete the picture, however historically inaccurate it might be.
He took a quick glance at the clock on the wall and realized there was no more time for tangents, or anything else. Class was at an end for that day.
"Okay, everybody, that's it!" he announced. "Make sure you read tonight's assignment, if you haven't already! Tomorrow we'll be talking about Anaïs Nin."
As the class gathered their materials and began to leave, Roger walked back to his desk to do the same.
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