I like men in kilts.
I don't like scorpions.
I love gay men (most of the ones I know, anyway).
It is good to be back in school. Tuesday was the first day back, and I've been to all my classes twice now. The first day of class is pretty useless as far as getting any work done, but we begin to know each other, students and professor. I like all my profs so far. My psych profs are terrific. I have three psych classes: abnormal psych, systems of psychotherapy (both taught by the same prof) and research methods. The methods class is the big ugly required class that everyone dreads. So far it's been terrific. I've never had this particular professor before, and didn't know if I would like him. I do! He's interesting and animated and we've had some great class discussions already. The guy who teaches abnormal and therapy is a big bear (straight) of a guy with a laid back nature and a great sense of humor. I have been eager to take classes from him since I first got to the school.
I have another sociology class, SOC 202. It's like SOC 101 on steroids. The subject is interesting, and the class is fairly diverse. In addition to me there are at least three other non-traditional students. I am, of course, the oldest. One guy in his mid 30s works as a guard at a men's prison around here. There are two other women who are a bit older than most students and have some life experience. At least one of them has children as well. The professor is a middle-age black woman, the sort you might expect to be a sociology professor. I'm not sure about her yet. She has an excellent syllabus and demands high quality effort from the students. I like that about her. However, I get the feeling that she may have some causes to champion, and that might make for some tense class discussions. So far so good, though.
The other class is Theater and Film. I need the fine arts credit, and it looked like the best option in the department. The class is large for this school. It's a small school, and most classes have 20 to 25 students in them. This class has 40, and most of them are freshmen. First semester freshmen, at that. (I think I blogged a little about this earlier in the week. I'm too lazy to check, and I'm on a roll now so I'm gonna keep rolling.) I like the professor. She has practical experience in theater. She was for over a decade the chief muckity-muck at our community theater, and she now administers the college's performing arts series (can't remember what it's called). I don't think she teaches drama or has anything to do with directing the plays or anything, though. I'm not sure. Not that it matters. Whatever. If I can get over the freshmen I'll be OK. (Gotta check out the guys, check for sexy and run my gaydar over 'em.)(There are way to many proto-sorority girls in the class. That type really bugs me.)
More random stuff: The gender conformity issues are nagging me again. How comfortable am I with being a woman? It depends on how one defines "woman." I ain't no girly-girl. Never have been, never will be. And why do I generally not like women? There are some women that I like a lot, women I like spending time with, women who are my friends. But the thought of spending time in the company of a generic woman or women (whatever the hell that is) really turns me off. I much prefer spending time with men. Being with straight men is sometimes iffy, just because the sexual tension gets in the way. I'm a shameless flirt. I can't help myself. One of the reasons I've allowed myself to get so overweight is to build a barrier of protection around me so that I won't be seen as sexually desirable to those not in the know (i.e. anyone but Superman). But I like men a lot, in a lot of different ways, and that's one reason I find myself so drawn to gay men. Sexual tention isn't an issue. Gay men tend to respect me much more than do most straight men I've known. That's a big plus.
I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'm feeling teary.
Have a good weekend.
