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Art school teacher.

There are some new Rufus songs up on iTunes Music Store that are not available anywhere else as far as I can tell. I've been listening to them all morning. I have a new favorite song, "The Art Teacher." I blush listening to it. It resembles the time I had heart-shaped eyes for my own art history teacher at CSUF. He was such a handsome and sexy man. He talked about his wife but I wondered if that wife had a penis, because he seemed so gay. his perfectly manicured goatee, his tight pants that showed off his endowments on a shelf display. They way he looked into your eyes instead of at your face. He could hypnotize me with his deep voice that carried all the way down the hall. The girls in the class would tease me and wipe the invisible drool away from my chin.

I was so sad when the class was coming to an end. I enjoyed his lectures, I enjoyed when he would have the class debate, I enjoyed hearing what Sister Sarah had to say about “Piss Christ,” but most of all I enjoyed spending time with this sexy man who had taught me so much about how to look at art.

When it came time to write our final papers, I felt strangely compelled to come clean. intertwined within my paper on Bill Viola I confessed how much I enjoyed the class. I let him know how highly I thought of him and how, umm, sexy I thought he was. of course I regretted it as soon as I turned it in. It really was inappropriate- he's married (whether or not his wife has a penis.) We were supposed to pick up our paper the next week... but I didn't. I could only image my red face and inability to talk and the fantasies I had were better left far away from reality.

The Art Teacher - Rufus Wainwright - Waiting for a Want - EP


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Aug. 2nd, 2004 01:21 pm (UTC)
dude, that icon is one of my faves...it's HAWT.
Aug. 2nd, 2004 03:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I never know how to react compliments like this, So I will just say think you again! You put a smile on my face.
Aug. 2nd, 2004 03:47 pm (UTC)
I wanna see the full image though...
Aug. 2nd, 2004 04:02 pm (UTC)
I'll see if I can find it when I get home.
Aug. 2nd, 2004 04:52 pm (UTC)
I just like the way the shadows are working in what I can see. I'm a total shadowfreak when it comes to photography.
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Aug. 2nd, 2004 05:38 pm (UTC)
Wow...no, double Wow!
This coming from a profesional who was swamped for autographs and sold every book he had, I'm flattered. Thank you! I guess I really have come a long way from RSP. I can't wait until I get my copies of your books.
Aug. 3rd, 2004 12:00 am (UTC)
wow you had a lot of balls to confess your crush on this professor of yours. unfortunately, i didn't have any hotties to fantasize about... that is, hotties yapping in front of the lecture hall. i was just too damn studious back then haha.
Aug. 9th, 2004 05:16 pm (UTC)
I was always extra studious in this class... I was either paying very close attention or rendering my own piece of deviant art involving him in my mind. Either way I always looked like I was paying attention.
Aug. 7th, 2004 03:08 pm (UTC)
I worship Rufus, thank you for the heads up. You are a very brave boy, I think it is great that you took such a risk.
Aug. 9th, 2004 05:12 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Rufus is amazing... I just can't stop listening to him... I'm glad he isn't bad for me like cigarettes and chocolate.
Aug. 9th, 2004 11:48 pm (UTC)
I'm glad as well that he isn�t bad as the cigarettes and chocolate, but he sure can inspire me to do them more.
Aug. 9th, 2004 11:51 pm (UTC)
I'm glad as well that he isn't bad as the cigarettes and chocolate, but he sure can inspire me to do them more.
Oct. 31st, 2005 07:57 am (UTC)
I had an incredible crush on my Photography and Music teacher in secondary school, to the extent where I agreed to be in charge of the school's photography lab just to get to spend more time around him. He was dark-haired, blue-eyed, and had permanent stubble and a moustache, and he had the best accent in the world: north-western Ireland. He was really friendly, and always looked me in the eyes when we talked. I never told him anything though, nor did I find out anything about him. It was a completely unrequited crush. I did often wonder what would happen if I had... but considering it was a Christian Brother's school, and Catholic Ireland pre-1994, I don't think anything would have come of it. Besides, I was still afraid of such feelings, so my fantasy was always tinged with guilt.

I think it's a shame you didn't pick up your essay. Maybe he would have just smiled, said he was flattered and thanked you. It was brave and honest of you to confess your feelings though, and I'm sure he was pleased in his own way.

"The Art Teacher" is a great song. I love the way Rufus Wainwright sings these kinds of song so universally: it could be for and by anyone.

I think many of us had an Art Teacher of their own at school or college. I know I've had students who felt that way about me, and whenever they told me, I was very gracious about telling them "Sorry, but no.". Provided they only approached me once! There were two girls who came back again and again: one got aggressive even. In that situation, I just got very firm and a little cross.

As always, thanks for sharing your stories.
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