Mr. Ujest and I were having a discussion the other day about Female gym teachers and why are they all gay. He says they aren’t and that I’m prejudiced.(But admits that the gym teachers he had were females and posessed the stereotypical lesbianish traits.) I say that most of them are and I would ask the ultimate authorities: the Teeming Five Thousand.
Without mudslinging or finger pointing or indignant speeches on how I should learn to be PC, I just want to know based on your knowledge then and knowledge now, do/did you think that your female gym teacher is gay.
Of the female gym teachers at my HS, one was gay and the other wasn’t.
Of course never having had any of them for class, thats all hearsay. But it’s significant to note that everyone thought the one was gay, and no one thought the other was.
Well, I feel uniquely qualified to answer this one, and though it may come as a shock to some, I might as well just go ahead and out myself: Beneath this manly exterior beats the heart of as lesbian gym teacher.
It has been sheer hell keeping this secret for all of these years, but now that I’ve made the first step into the light, I know I can count on the support of all ye fine folks as I struggle to come to grips with this.
Perhaps with time, and understanding, I can achieve my true potential and reach my goal of coaching a professional cheerleading squad.
Dr. Watson
“Who in the hell is Kinsey?”
Of the four gym teachers I can remember having, I think one of them was definately gay (liked her), one was probably gay (didn’t care for her too much) no idea on the third (hated her) and I think the fourth wasn’t, she was married (She was ok). Just added in my personal preference so you can decide whether or not I’m projecting any negative feelings about sexual orientation onto them.
Oh, and I had one male history teacher in high school who, in retrospect, was obviously gay. He was a strange fellah. Not to say that all gay people are strange. Er, except now that I think about it, all the ones I’ve met are. But all the straight people I know are pretty screwed up too, I guess.
One became great by expecting the possible, another by expecting the eternal, but he who expected the impossible became greater than all. -Kierkegaard
Don’t buy the implants yet. Gym teachers, that I’ve known ( no, that’s not my biography book title, though it is catchy.) do not coach such a mamsy-pamsy (cough)sport such as cheerleading. It has been my limited and narrow view that they coach softball.and the girls that they coach on softball tend to be future gym teachers themselves, if you know what I mean.
(Thus we now know the reason why Shirley, a stellar athlete before marriage & mortgage firmly grabbed a strangle hold on her metabolism, never joined the softball team in high school.)
BTW, Doc, nice outing. Next time, give a little warning and I’ll pack a picnic basket.
Ya mean ya have to buy them implants? I was thinking of maybe just a rental.
And hey, way to mess up a perfectly good public confession by tossing my cheerleaders over in favor of a bunch of broads in cast-iron sports bras. An image like that gives ‘Scared Straight’ a whole new meaning.
Dr. Watson
“Why yes, that is my cup. Thank you for your concern.”
It’s posts like the above that illustrate just how scared we as a society are to just come out and say something about gay people without feeling the need to qualify everything. (“Not that there’s anything wrong with that!”)
There is nothing inherently offensive with the opinions Diletante expresses. He/she’s known some weird gay people. So what? No need to temper the opinion or worry about projection of prejudice. It’s just an MPSIMS opinion!
(Not a flame on Diletante; I do realize he/she was just trying to be polite)
As far as the OP goes, my sophomore geometry teacher was also the girl’s PE teacher and coach for several sports. As far as I know, no one never asked her; but she was very butch and single.
Man, I don’t know what experiences you had, but in my limited experience, the female gym teachers have been the object of teen-age fantasy at my schools.
In middle school, there was this tall, athletic, blonde, nordic goddess who would get all sweaty with us and sling her long hair all over the place. <pant, pant>
And in high school it was even worse. The only female gym teacher was also a health teacher (sex ed, get it?) and the cheerleading instructor, being an aged cheerleader herself. She was hot. And flirty. And dating a big ass cop. Talk about forbidden fruit, damn.
So in my little world, the thread would be about female gym teachers and why are they all hotties.
But that’s just me.
I’m in mental whiplash, envisioning Dr. Watson as a lesbian Phys Ed teacher. My ping ponging synapses blend my internal visualization of a tall, austere, rawboned Scot in dismal gym-middy garb, sorta like the Ballet Trocadero with no sequins or tulle.
I was clueless about gender issues at gym age. All I know is I hated, loathed and abominated the gym teacher. Her gender preferences don’t matter; she was a toxic bitch by any human definition.
I remember her name clearly but will not mention it out of legal paranoia. But she was a squat, flabby, bullying troglodyte. (She gave me a “C” in Phys Ed for noting that “badmitton” wasn’t spelled that way.)
She also tried to keep me from graduating, even though I had 3X the required swims, for having an open smallpox vaccination on my arm for college applications.
Grrrr. It took me years to figure out that sport and moving the bod could be FUN rather than a Gulag punishment.
My elementary school gym teacher had to quit because she got pregnant with an illegitamate love child. She was evil. She felt the need to get in good with the other 6th graders, so she’d tease me. Not anything big, but, sheesh! She’s an authority figure. Bitch.
My high school gym teacher was definately gay, though non-practicing. Or, in her words, asexual. But she was hellacool, and DID teach softball. In other news, we also had the flamboyantly gay band teacher who drove a grasshopper green Honda Prelude with a big spoiler.
A little persistance goes a long way. Announcing:
“I go on guilt trips a couple of time a year. Mom books them for me.” A custom made Wally .sig!