Sextravavganza. (Part II)

Ok. Part two.

It's really completely unrelated to part one aside from the involvement of sex, but it is still tres cool.

I met Sue Johanson.

Sort of.

Technically I bumped into her and said, "Sorry" to which she replied something to the effect of "Oh, that's ok."
But STILL. I met Sue of Talk Sex with Sue!
That woman is my hero.

She was at SAIT giving a talk on sex (natch) and I went (also natch).
It was so friggin' awesome. She is the coolest speaker ever. She was hilarious yet informative. I feel I have been re-educated on the matter.
I wish I'd gotten sex talk like that when I was younger. Only not. Because I think I would have offed myself if any of my teachers had tried to mime a little boy with a boner or if my mom talked about "lunch at the Y" (if you don't know what that is...maybe it's for the best).

It was good times...except for the creepy guy in the first year of my program who came and sat down beside me.
He's like a white(r) Michael Jackson (in fact, that shall be his new name). Girly-man voice and everything. THAT'S how creepy he is.
He kept turning to me and make creepy comments. I kept looking forward to avoid eye contact...there is no way I going to look at or talk to him while someone is talking about vaginas and sex toys.
As far as I'm concerned, this guy has no penis.
In fact, for the greater good of the planet, I hope he doesn't.

I wouln't be so anti-Michael if he wasn't so inappropriately touchy. He works the graveyard shift on weekends in res and is constantly touching residents...and me, until I cold-shouldered him enough that he finally got the message.

But, I digress.

My point is, Sue is awesome. And she talked to me.

My life is now complete.