One day at Art class, we were told we were to draw a naked woman. I knew as a witness this would be wrong, but I awaited the lesson in anticipation, it would be the first time I had seen a naked woman. I remember sitting at my esal waiting ten or fifteen minutes for her to appear. I remember first the removal of a pair of thick glasses, then the removal of her dressing gown, and she sat down. She was naked, and I was embarrassed, it did not seem right to look at her. How old was I? Sixteen, seventeen? And then something strange happened, once I started to draw I found I could look at her as if she were a statue. There was no excitement just the challenge of being an artist. However during the break when she put on her gown and talked to us about our drawings she became very desirable, on many levels .
Looking back on that history, I realize how stupid I was to feel wrong about any of this, it wasn't as if I wanted to get her in bed, and what should have been an artistic challenge for me instead caused me much anxiety because I felt I was doing something secret and evil. I now prefer to reminisce on the experience and think that was my first " act of rebellion" against the watchtower.