Pride Month — Human sexuality class

I can’t tell you how anxious I was to finish my bachelor’s degree when I saw I was within striking distance. In the midst of a bitter disagreement between Fresno City College and California State University, Fresno regarding the certification of my transcript from FCC, I discovered I needed 22 more units to graduate that June. I thought I only needed 12 units, but because FCC had not certified my transcript, some of the classes I had taken there would not count toward my degree. FCC said they certified my transcript. CSUF said they didn’t. So, I was angry with no way to resolve this conflict. With just a few weeks to go in my final semester, FCC finally acknowledged they made an error, certified my transcript, and I got credit for those units.

In my haste to finish my degree, I took all 22 units my final semester. I attended classes all day and in the evenings on Tuesdays and Thursdays — from 9 a.m. to 10 p.m. It was a real grind, but I got it done and graduated at the end of the semester.

Because my junior college transcript had not been certified, I needed to take a couple of elective courses, and with such a big load I wanted to take a couple of classes that would be too taxing. I enrolled in one of those — a human sexuality class. No. There were no labs.

Let me be clear — a college course on human sexuality with adult students, as you might imagine, was extremely explicit both in our reading assignments and in the videos we watched in class. I’ve never been a pornhead, so I found the videos pretty boring. In the class we examined every sexual practice known to both men and women — heterosexual, homosexual, transgender, and more. I can’t think of a single stone we left unturned.

The class offered no judgment on the wide variety of sexual practices upon which humans might embark, and the professor, an elderly male psychologist, presented all this information in a simple, matter-of-fact way.

Even though the class exposed us to all this stuff, I don’t believe that exposure changed a single person’s sexual orientation. That wasn’t its purpose. It was simply a college course designed to survey humanity’s sexual practices. I can tell you honestly, being exposed to other people’s practices didn’t make me want to try them for myself. I finished the class with exactly the same sexual orientation I had when I entered.

Fortunately, we are not lemmings. I believe information and knowledge on human sexuality cannot and will not change one’s sexual orientation or preference.