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Date Posted: 00:24:36 01/14/25 Tue
In reply to:
Marjorie Saunders
's message, "Re: Nude during physical exam" on 17:56:21 09/24/09 Thu
I never had to go to juvenile detention for any reason, but in 3rd and fourth grade, I was strongly encouraged to get completely undressed for a towel bath by the librarian of the school system back in the 1970s,
The teacher that taught me how to make it happen, apparently "'IT'" was in reference to my getting the task accomplished as quickly as possible, by whatever means the hall monitor escorting me to the boy's n bathroom determines necessary for an immediate return to class in the way of checking the process of making a bowl movement or something like that type of draconian Hitler youth gadstapo stazi type nonsense turned into me and my mortification when I saw the situation as anytjing but trivial and my perceptions about the authoritiey of the hall monitor Hygiene inspection and development examination in my underwear off the floor and me as well if I didn't comply with instructions to life my ankles to free the offending undergarment of my body when BIG BROTHER Michelle, who was one of few girl's teacher possessing the strength and size to force the issue, and with me struggling with chronic bronchitis among other physical limitations,
Bridging the gap between my chest and my kneecaps was as easy as I saying that I don't want to bend over double and grab my ankles, since I didn't see anything wrong with me being naked when the person who is not taking no for an answer, grabbed the back of my neck, reaching under my inner thighs from behind my bare bottom,
and forced me into compliance with my checking myself before recking myself was actually a thing. I could see the open door the entrance to the boy's bathroom with the librarian in the process of shining a flashlight over my face and hamstrings to my extreme humiliation by being naked when I wasn't able to do anything about it was my fault and the likelihood that I wasn't going to be in agreement with her her opinion and she remembered that I had a library book overdue and she was not helping me to get dressed for the forseeabe future with attitudes and the faculty of perversion to make sure that I was able to get over my embarrassment of being seen in the undignified situation "from a boy's perspective point of view" I could ever hope to be in, the policy on the bathroom door remained open at all times because of the underwear constricting my air supply to my lungs or testicles or something, I have nothing to say about the morning wood condition with my friend's little sister pulling down my scrotal sack along with my underwear, because I had to reevaluate my perceptions about equality among the genders and races concept my mother encouraged me to embrace, because I have learned that my mom's priorities about ethics and social reform, were not yet shared by the masses of the 70s in America. doors to the while I was using the toilet with my hall monitor escort
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