Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Would There Be Outcry by the School if...?

Last week surprisingly in San Francisco of all places it was revealed that there were two separate cases of sexual incidents occurred between second graders.  In the first case several students took off their clothes and were naked in the classroom, and during the other a boy and a girl reportedly engaged in oral sex in front of their classmates.  There was a teacher who was present and watched both incidents. This is extremely disturbing! Thank goodness that the elementary school has suspended this teacher indefinitely.  But, would this teacher have been reprimanded if the gender makeup of the two kids was different?


If the two children were either two males or two females would the elementary school be condemning the sexual acts that occurred in the classroom or would this be considered "experimentation" or "testing the waters" of homosexuality?  Would this have been considered acceptable by the community and educational system?   If the school had condemned the sexual conduct of either two male or two female students would it be considered homophobic?  Our society has made our kids into "little adults"  taking away their innocent nature, their innocent childhood.  Instead, our society has been indoctrinating our children with sex, sex, sex, and homosexuality at younger ages year after year.  Would the "playing" or experimentation of sex acts between two male or female students be considered a form B. F. Skinner's operant conditioning, desensitizing them to homosexuality, molding or indoctrinating the children to think that homosexuality and homosexual acts are acceptable?

You might ask why I would suggest that had these sex acts occurred between students of the same gender they would have been considered acceptable or even encouraged?  Well, our 'safe schools" Czar, Kevin Jennings, is openly homosexual and the founder of GLSEN (Gay, Lesbian, and Straight Education Network) which maintains a recommended reading list for students.  Kevin Jennings, through GLSEN, is recommending XXX-rating sex writings for children as young as preschoolers.

"According to GLSEN’s own press releases from the period during which its recommended reading list was developed, the organization’s three areas of focus were creating “educational resources, public policy agenda, [and] student organizing programs”; in other words, the reading list (chief among its “educational resources”) was of prime importance in GLSEN’s efforts to influence the American educational system."

Matt of Conservative Hideout has previously posted on Kevin Jennings, President Obama's "Safe Schools Czar".   Here is GLSEN's mission statement is:


The Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network strives to assure that each member of every school community is valued and respected regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity/expression.
We believe that such an atmosphere engenders a positive sense of self, which is the basis of educational achievement and personal growth. Since homophobia and heterosexism undermine a healthy school climate, we work to educate teachers, students and the public at large about the damaging effects these forces have on youth and adults alike. We recognize that forces such as racism and sexism have similarly adverse impacts on communities and we support schools in seeking to redress all such inequities.
GLSEN seeks to develop school climates where difference is valued for the positive contribution it makes in creating a more vibrant and diverse community. We welcome as members any and all individuals, regardless of sexual orientation, gender identity/expression or occupation, who are committed to seeing this philosophy realized in K-12 schools.

 This statement seems harmless enough, right?  Ending discrimination is good, right? But then again..... There is far more to this story.....


A big hat tip goes out to Gateway Pundit for all the pictures and important information on this extremely disturbing indoctrination of our youth. 


The list is divided into three main categories: books recommended for grades K-6; books recommended for grades 7-12; and books for teachers. (The books on the list span all genres: fiction, nonfiction, memoirs, even poetry.)


Warning: the following material is explicit. 




Reflections of a Rock Lobster – Page 13
(At the age of six, the author frequently performed fellatio on his fellow first-graders in the school restroom, part of a “busy homosexual childhood.”)





My sexual exploits with my neighborhood playmates continued. I lived a busy homosexual childhood, somehow managing to avoid venereal disease through all my toddler years. By first grade I was sexually active with many friends. In fact, a small group of us regularly met in the grammar school lavatory to perform fellatio on one another. A typical week’s schedule would be Aaron and Michael on Monday during lunch; Michael and Johnny on Tuesday after school; Fred and Timmy at noon Wednesday; Aaron and Timmy after school on Thursday. None of us ever got caught, but we never worried about it anyway. We all understood that what we were doing was not to be discussed freely with adults but we viewed it as a fun sort of confidential activity. None of us had any guilty feelings about it; we figured everyone did it. Why shouldn’t they?






Revolutionary Voices – Page 103

(An illustration about the change from “boy to man,” showing two Boy Scouts pointing at and looking at two adult men engaging in anal sex.)
THIS IMAGE WAS TAKEN DOWN AT ARTIST’S REQUEST






Revolutionary Voices – Pages 171, 172 + 176
(An interview with a “sex worker” who praises prostitution as a way to raise one’s self-esteem and have empowering sexual experiences.)









Queer 13 – Pages 43, 44 + 45

(A 13-year-old boy has a violent sexual encounter with an older man, which causes the boy to become desperate for sex, and he ends up spending the rest of the year promiscuously getting “my cock sucked and my ass fucked” by “a seemingly endless supply of dicks” belonging to older men, concluding with “I really did enjoy those sexual encounters.”)











One day, on the bus to shop class, this ugly fuck of a man sat behind me and put his foot in the crack of my seat. He was skinny, with a patchy, pencil-thin mustache that besotted his oily face. I ignored him for most of the trip. I did notice that he changed buses when I did, but this time he sat beside me. He tried a little small talk, but then he suddenly and very nervously put his hand on my crotch. It never occurred to me to tell him not to. I’m not sure if I agreed to it or not, but he managed to get me to follow him to a nearby rest room at another secondary school “to play.” In the bathroom stall, lit by two scant rows of fluorescent lights, half of them burnt-out or flickering, he tried to kiss me, but I was too nauseated to do that. He sucked my nipples and played with my cock. I had no idea what to do. He then tried to get me to suck his. Somehow I knew this was expected of me, but I just could not put his ugly, foul-smelling penis into my mouth. When he forced it in I gagged so hard I started vomiting. Undaunted, he tried to put his cock in my ass. Thankfully, he came prematurely. He pulled up his trousers and left me in the toilet stall confused, frightened, crying, and praying to God for forgiveness of my horrible sin. I spent a good deal of time locked in the stall, trying to clean up, trying to wipe the smell of that act off with wet toilet paper, but I was doused in the stench of that man and what he had done.
This incident should have soured me on men, but it only made me more confused and needful. One day later, something accidental happened that would change my life. I discovered that at a urinal I could actually see someone else’s penis. I was ecstatic and fearful, but I wanted more. One day, at a local shopping mall, as I was trying to sneak a peek at penises in the rest rooms, a man at the urinal actually turned to me and started playing with himself. He flashed me a gold-toothed smirk and motioned for me to come over. Shocked, I zippered up and ran out, but the seeds had been laid. The whole world of rest-room sex had opened itself up to me.
Soon I was spending a great deal of time hanging out in shopping malls and cruising the rest rooms for sexual encounters. My rest-room exploits started to be a great burden on my mind. The better part of the year was spent making deals with God, asking for a sign, then ignoring and rationalizing everything I perceived to be a sign, praying for forgiveness, and being obsessed with raging hormones and a seemingly endless supply of dicks. I believed that it was all part of a test by God to see if I was a sinner. I was.
I had known before that something was up, and that I was attracted to men, but this toilet thing was a whole new realm of sin and Satan, a new level that I had never before imagined. The following years were spent praying for forgiveness and trying to purge my homosexuality through prayer and Bible study. While my classmates wondered what sex was like, content to masturbate over pinups, I was out there having my cock sucked and my ass fucked. These were grown men I was tricking with. Some were nice, grateful for a young boy to have their way with. Some were harsh and mean. There were a few nasty encounters, brutal and painful experiences, near-rapes, but through it all, I never thought that I had the ability to say no.
I was scared about what I was doing, scared of God’s judgment and of being caught in all those rest rooms and parks, but I really did enjoy those sexual encounters. That feeling of doing it to them and them doing the same for me was just too damn good.



Passages of Pride – Pages 33, 34 + 35

(A 15-year-old boy embarks on an intense sexual relationship with a much older adult man.)


Near the end of summer, just before starting his sophomore year in high school, Dan picked up a weekly Twin Cities newspaper. Scanning the classifieds, he came upon an ad for a “Man-2-Man” massage. Home alone one day, he called the telephone number listed in the ad and set up an appointment to meet a man named Tom. Tom offered to drive to Zimmerman. So, over the phone, Dan directed him to a secluded road in his subdivision. “Stop where the pavement ends,” Dan told him.
A couple of nights later, Dan pulled the broken screen from his bedroom window and slipped out of the house while his parents slept. He hurried to the prearranged rendezvous spot, and there, in the dark of night, he met Tom for the first time, man-to-man. In the back of Tom’s van, the two had sex.
“He gave me a little shoulder rub and the next thing I knew his hands were all over me,” Dan remembers. “It wasn’t a bad thing. I didn’t necessarily know it would turn into sex. But I knew what I was doing.”
Dan continued his liaisons with Tom throughout the summer and into the following school year, having sex—usually masturbation and oral sex—with Tom in his van or his Minneapolis apartment.
. . .
Even though Tom was older, almost twice Dan’s age, Dan felt unthreatened by him. Dan admits Tom was a “troll” in every sense of the word—an older closeted gay man seeking sex with a man much younger. But Dan says he was not intimidated by the discrepancy in their ages. “He kind of had me in a corner in that he knew I didn’t have access to anything I wanted.” says Dan. “But everything was consensual.”
. . .
“He wasn’t exactly a friend,” Dan says of his relationship with Tom. “He wasn’t exactly a lover. He wasn’t exactly a role model. He wasn’t exactly anything. What I got out of it was sex, and someone who made me feel nice for once. Sex was a totally different way to feel good. It was a very easy way to get away from the pain. I was young. He brought me down to the city, where I wanted to be. And I was very young.”










Reflections of a Rock Lobster – Pages 25 + 26
(Two twelve-year-old boys turn up the volume on a Christian song to drown out the noises of them having sex.)
I began sleeping over at Bob’s house again during seventh grade. His mother thought we enjoyed a perfectly platonic relationship in his room upstairs playing games and listening to Jim Nabors records – the only ones she allowed Bob to hear.
Little did she know that every night I slept over we would turn the record player loud and have sex to the beat of “Lord, You Gave Me a Mountain.”





Growing Up Gay/Growing Up Lesbian – Pages 93, 97, 98, 99 + 100
(A gay priest recalls a life-changing incident at the age of ten, when he “felt my penis begin to harden” after meeting a new friend, after which the author “touched the flesh of his cock.”)


One summer when I was about ten, my mother and I spent several weeks at a big resort hotel in the Adirondack Mountains in northern New York State. . . .
. . .
Strange how all foreboding vanished when I first caught sight of Jamie checking into the hotel with his mother and father. The desire I felt for him was sudden and electric. . . .
. . .
As we changed in the dressing room by the swimming pool, I glanced very quickly to find out what his genitals looked like, but his back was turned to me as he slipped on his trunks. Still I knew I’d find out, somehow. . . .
. . .
I remember the fright I felt when there was no more to take off but my underpants, the strange sense of relief when I stood naked by the shadowed pool, the throat-tightening excitement of seeing Jamie’s slight lithe body, as naked as mine.
We tucked our clothes under the embankment. Then, with a whoop, Jamie dived into the pool. I stood on the pool’s edge, watched Jamie’s body squirming beneath the water’s surface, and felt my penis begin to harden.
Jamie broke the surface with a splash and looked at me. A quick grin crossed his face. “Dive in! It’s great!”
I glanced down and saw that my cock was fully erected.
. . .
“C’mon, we’ll wrestle. that’ll warm you up.” He grabbed me around the neck and pushed me back on the sand. The warmth of his body sent chills through mine. I struggled (although not very convincingly, I’m afraid) against his grip and we rolled on the sand and I finally pinioned him on his back, astride him, my hands holding his arms.
He looked up at me. “Uncle,” he whispered.
I released his arms. They glided around my neck, pulling my head down to his. I stretched full length on top of him, our heads touching. Our heavy breathing from the struggle gradually subsided. I felt my penis grow hard against his body, and, pressed against mine, I felt his grow hard too. I raised my head and looked at his face. He was looking at me. After a long moment I lowered my head till our lips touched. And held.
Then I moved over on my side next to him, and my hand reached down, slowly, until I touched the flesh of his cock. It stiffened still more and Jamie’s hips stirred. I felt a wonder. I had caused this to happen to someone else. Someone else felt as I did. I wasn’t alone. There was Jamie. And now we had our secret.
We shared the wonder of that secret, touching, exploring, responding, till we heard voices—adult voices—calling our names.





(Beginning at the age of five, a young child has sexual encounters with his playmates.)
Throughout his childhood, from age five on, Derek would sneak off with a friend into someone’s basement or the woods along the back alley, where they would take off their pants and play with each other, usually fondling each other’s genitals. It became habitual.
“At that time, I didn’t quite have a name for it,” says Derek. “It was something that I liked doing, that felt good, that I wanted to do as often as I could. The other kids always recognized it as being something bad and dirty. And all I wanted to know was, When can we do it again?”




That is only a partial list of books that Kevin Jennings, the "Safe Schools Czar", and GLSEN deems appropriate for children. 

This list of books is shocking, disturbing, and clearly NOT appropriate for children to view.  

 Kevin Jennings title needs to be renamed the  "Unsafe Schools Czar" 

This evidence of homosexual indoctrination of our children reveals that homosexual activists pose a huge danger to our children both physically and psychologically. With that said, I am not saying that all homosexuals are dangerous or pose a danger to our kids. 

11 comments:

cube said...

Teresa, I have to tell you that I couldn't get through the entirety of this post. It was just too much for me to read. Honestly, what is this world coming to?

Leticia said...

I must honest and I couldn't finish reading either it sickened me to the core and am so appalled, disgusted and find the whole matter deplorable.

We have to protect our children and we need God back in our schools.

Opus #6 said...

This adult material would never be appropriate for kids. Especially if it were heterosexual. Why is it OK if explicit material is homosexual?

These people do not have our kids' best interests at heart.

Matt said...

Great work Teresa. I had not made that connection. This is what happens when immorality sinks in deep.

Thanks for the link.

Woodsterman (Odie) said...

When did it become fashionable to just stop letting kids be kids? You ass hats out there ... please just let our kids be kids!

cube said...

Woodsterman (Odie) put it best... please just let our kids be kids.

fuzzys dad said...

I did not read all of the post.We are heading into the sewer.One more reason to home school

Eman said...

Your attention to detail and ability to connect the dots on this issue is incredible Teresa. Great work and a very informative read. Thank you for this Ms. Rice!!

Now, come over to my blog, we must discuss the game. I have put out a challenge and would like you to read it. It's on the second post down. Talk to you soon.

WomanHonorThyself said...

this made me ill to the core Teres...thats why I avoid public schools and events like the plague!

Maggie@MaggiesNotebook said...

I heard the story of the second graders on Rush. It makes me physically ill. I didn't read the Jennings stuff again, because once is enough. We knew all this and still couldn't get him out of that job. Unbelievable!

I hope more comes out about the teacher in that classroom or those classrooms. And what did the parents do. It is just so awful.

Great analysis and questions Teresa. There is so much to worry about with worrying about 6 year olds having oral sex in front of anyone - or just having it. Good gried!

ignorant redneck said...

Teresa--

Our safe schools czar wrote of knowing about a 15 y/o boy having an "affair" with an adult male, anddoing and saying nothing to stop it--since it was gay,it couldn't be predatory, or statutory rape.

And "reform" of age of consent laws has been a lank in the "gay platform" since the 70s, and they are not thinking about raising the age.