It was anatomy week in my Human Sexual Behavior class, which is often met with simultaneous enthusiasm, whispers, and long (ha ha, Freudian slip) periods of silence as we talk about the similarities, differences, and mysteries of genital anatomy. Always one to enjoy a bit of humor (when not at others’ expense) in the classroom, I’ve come to adore the creative interpretations of the coloring & labeling of these drawings over the last few years as students gain comfort with what’s in their (and others’) pants and embrace the within- and between-group diversity of the human (and super-human) body.
Superhero & cartoon themes tend to be gaining interest (not pictured: Iron Man’s penis, Tie-die penis, Hulk penis), but M. eagerly allowed me to borrow his artistic representation for the blog. Apparently he’s not unfamiliar with Smurfette’s woman-parts.
Makes you wonder what a “magical faery vagina” (in the words of Pam from True Blood) might look like – I think I might need some glow-in-the-dark paint or multicolored highlighters!
Fang hard-ons/Fang-boners! Undead coming out speeches! Daddy/Teen-vamp slow dances to Katy Perry (complete with butt-grabbing and fang penetration)!
It was a fang-tastic season for undead man-love on True Blood from Gay-Vampire-American Steve (giving Russell a high-on-Lilith public lap dance while chanting “ride the pony”), to Russell’s Greek courting (a triple reference to male homosexuality, his ex-lover, and their draining of a fraternity house), and his affectionate nicknames for his new man (“sugar lumps” “darlin” “dashing” “baby”), and the promise of a Russell-Jason-Steve “hunk sandwich”. No wonder it’s GLAAD’s the gayest show on television (see p. 9, 11)
Of course, Eric is always one to get the attention of his fellow man-vamps, whether it’s sharing being pressed up against Bill in a car-trunk (“can you reach it?” – Apparently Alex & Steven role-played a bit to get into character – oh my!), Russell’s thinly-veiled comments about “laying down the sword against one another” or Eric’s confession that giving Russell a long-deserved staking “felt even better than I thought it would”.
Big thanks to A. for the gentle “kick in the teeth” to post this week. Expect some undead woman-loving (Tara/Pam!) soon!
Sometimes, even the most obvious metaphor slips by me. For example, when an astute former student (K.) made a joke about how my nickname (Dr.V.) embodies my fascination with Vampires and Vaginas in my classes (not to mention “V” AKA Vampire Blood).
Perfect example: For all my fascination with HBO’s True Blood, it occurred to me last week that the basement of the vampire bar Fangtasia serves as the perfect metaphor for Freudian id.
Buried deep underground (unconscious mind, anyone?), dank, dark, and grimy, the only activities that happen in Eric & Pam’s semi-secret lair center on lust (embodying elements of libido) and/or aggression (thanatos), including torture/murder (being torn limb-from-limb, chained up for weeks on end, beheaded, silvered), feedings (consensual or glamour-induced), and the occasional (although memorable) six-hour sex romps (Yvetta, you lucky woman, you).
(Not pictured: The rest of clothing-free Eric and Yvetta)
Today I got an order of supplies & a book for my Human Sexual Behavior course that I unloaded onto my (notoriously cluttered) desk. Although the books and “latex goods” I acquired for class were explicitly linked with human sexual behavior, my neural network set off a chuckle as I realized that my own personal semantic network managed THE OTHER items on my desk to human sexuality as well.
That’s what I get for leaving for leaving my lunchtime banana and my new battery charger (and yes, my custom-made True Blood mug) on my desk together, huh?
Nothing like one of your students rockin’ a Swedish soccer/football jersey in class to thoroughly (but unintentionally) distract Dr.V. in class yesterday. Great example of classical conditioning – I now associate the blue & yellow with the Skarsgard on an unconscious level.
Perhaps now I’ll start watching soccer/football .. .
Thanks D. Next time your in Sweden, pick up a jersey for Dr. V, won’t ya?
It’s pretty great teaching Human Sexual Behavior, but I think our discussion next week regarding the legendary father of Behaviorism John Watson’s affair with his 19 year old student and reports that he “took readings” and “made records” of her responses during sex (According to reports discussed in Mary Roach’s awesome book Bonk, The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex). Might be a WEE bit awkward in a room full of my 20-something students, not to mention the fact he apparently owned some sort of scary cage-like speculum device for his research.
One can only imagine what type of conditioned associations Watson & his future wife must have had to lab equipment (Probably a bit more scandalous than salivation. . .).
Watson, future wife Rosalie Rayner & Little Albert
Torrential downpours and rocky ocean waters? That fierce Skars-gaze?
Alexander confidently navigating the curvy, deadly cliffside roads amidst the downpour?
The close up on his massive hand removing the key from the ignition?
The water pounding the rocks as he approaches her on the balcony?
Her hand on the nearly invisible glass railing separating her from certain death?
That prelude to a kiss?
Talk about some sex (libido) & death (thanatos)?
Freud would be proud. THAT’s how you make a commercial for a fragrance called Encounter.
It may be my notorious Skarscrush, but that might make a sexuality professor make an intentional Freudian slip and drop the “o” in the title of that fragrance.
Dr. V. loves nothing more than when hot new psychology research perfectly illustrates one of her favorite pop culture moments.
The season/series two hotness between Sherlock Holmes & his woman-loving, professional dominatrix nemesis Irene Adler (AKA Faery Claudine from True Blood) was palpable and Mr. Holmes used his legendary powers of observation and deduction to diagnose her lust in part by her dilated pupils in his presence.
Well, as emerging psychological science on indicators of sexual orientation might say, No S*%t, Sherlock. Turns out that pupil dilation is a strong indicator of sexual orientation, which means that the typically-woman-loving-dominatrix has a bit of a soft spot (ha ha) for at least one man – Sherlock. Who could blame her?
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This post is dedicated to E., my Sherlocked/Cumberbatched student – I promise I won’t watch your pupils when I mention his name, if you’ll do the same courtesy when I mention a certain Swede/Viking in class.
A bit of an infographic I created to help me organize my thoughts for a chapter on Freud & True Blood for my upcoming book.