You know why nekkid drawing class was devastating to my soul? Because I had never seen a winkie woo (you know what this is…) in the flesh before. As soon as this white gentleman dropped his robe, I felt embarrassed for myself and the class, thinking, Aye, do y’all know there’s a naked man in this room? Everybody went to town, measuring proportions with their pencils, making outlines on their paper, while I was staring at him, trying to study him in a different way. I did this for at least two to three minutes, when I realized that I needed to put something on paper already.
My friend Rachel cracked me up, because she was having a difficult time like me, because she drew the man’s whole body with the exception of his winkie woo. The poor guy had a big void in his crotch. I looked over at her canvas and said, “You know you have to draw that part, too, don’t you?” “Nah ah,” she replied. “So, you’re gonna leave it blank?” “Yup.” She was dead serious. To this day, I don’t recall her filling in the man’s pole and cue balls.
That class introduced us to so many nekkid folks: a young couple, numerous women, an older gentleman with the reddest rash up his butt (yeeuhhck), and my personal favorite, a music student named Marcus. Needless to say, I’ve kept my masterpieces of him to this day.
Nekkid drawing class never got easier for me, but it was truly an interesting learning experience for me. I welcome nekkid drawing class stories. Let’s heal together, lol.