the oracle

i am the cattle queen... now shutthefuckup and bend me over.

class yesterday at b-list university was interesting. my professor, who i will now refer to only as the oracle, proceeded to crash and burn before my very eyes. whilst rambling off about the miracles of gay representation on television he suddenly turned the coversation toward himself getting bullied by the local hockey team when in high school and how, by featuring gay characters on programmes like coronation street, this will help kids like him not get bullied so much in high school. obviously, this raised a few eyebrows. then, the oracle looks at me and says: "evil (not my real name), you must be able to relate to this as well?"

i stared at him blankly. the awkward silence in the room suddenly became deafening. the oracle then turned eight shades of purple in front of everyone in the class, put his head down, took a breath, then picked up the conversation on another topic.