I am writing to apologize. Like most apologies, this one is purely performative. It changes nothing. Nonetheless, I feel compelled to confess.
For my first paper, I chose to write about the Black Hole of Calcutta, only to discover that the name had nothing to do with astronomical black holes, much less the all-nude musical 'Oh! Calcutta!'
To state the obvious, nothing we covered in your class justified having a half-naked woman dance around our desks.
I was 14, pimply, bookish. A typical if slightly effeminate adolescent Jewish boy, California version. I was also, at the time, just beginning to suspect something about myself, or just beginning to begin to suspect.
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