I do not know if everyone has a mentor in their knowledge. I love that people show me, because then I remember that person, because I know everything Knowledge is subject to something larger, a society, a heritage preserved. Who taught me a lot about Elantra was precisely the teacher, a friend of mine who was studying physical education teacher who took a lesbian at age eleven.
Tour the brothel with her reminded me of those movie scenes where a woman with a megaphone uniform and walked around town with a group of tourists on a bus without roof and was entering details, descriptions, anecdotes of the place. The teacher told me their experiences, recounted in a beautiful way to kiss every woman, what song is represented, in what place he felt closer to them. And many women had been with her, I remember when he showed me said "I am the teacher and fifty-seven women went through my body," as a parody, and I laughed and beer involved, I began to know her.
The teacher made me go, like those women from movies, ways of loving others, places, details. But above all the variety. And I was intrigued and always asked for new stories as if of girl I could not sleep and mom came to my side to invent fables yawning.
What I liked about the teacher was that while he had known and had many women, remembered as unique. He had a kind of love he admired and wanted for me. But his teacher did not teach character of love, she taught lesbian theories, from those symbiotic relationships that were so plentiful, how arming groups that all were friends with all, how her fragility was contrasted with aggressive attitude. And yet their teachings were those that formed a quasi-theoretical construct to elicit laughter. His teachings were the things that got me thinking not to say them, or that only a part, or not be explicit.
His voice was perfect. Could pass from the complaint total sweetness extreme. But I always had a harmony, a peace that made her want to listen forever. The teacher told me where he could be with mine without problems, where I could smoke a joint in the brothel without realizing it, but I also explained how such details managed not to hurt anyone.
The best teaching of the teacher, although she did not speak directly with the subject, was love. In his way of showing things tell a love for the world. In assessing the way each woman showed me that although there were many more that lesbian love is deluded, had others, many others who understood the fragility of people and therefore could remember every one of the fifty-seven women crossed it.
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