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2011-07-22 7-47-51- |
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Exhibitionism
Funny. I modeled for the figure drawing classes in college. I never felt like that was erotic. (mostly cold and crampy from holding an uncomfortable pose and staying still) Until one time I had moved to a new city, was bored, and thought I'd see if the local U needed a model. It was a male prof, and he said he did need a model. I showed up for the class a week or so later, and it was just the instructor and one female student. No big deal until the prof walked out, at which point I was alone and naked in front of a woman. The only other times that had happened in my past, (post childhood anyway) had been right before sex. In about the time it took to type that last sentence, the thought had occurred to me and I started getting an erection. I think tried thinking about dead kittens, rotten food, cow manure, you name it, but nothing seemed to keep the erection from happening. After what seemed like eternity, I finally got control back and it went flaccid. Right after that, the prof came back in. After it was over and I was dressed, the prof asked if I wanted to see the work. I just remember his sketches seemed very complete considering the x to x minute poses. We looked at the art of his student, (who had disappeared as soon as the prof told me I could dress) and I said I guess she didn't like drawing guys. The prof asked why I said that. "All her drawings are above-the-waist."
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