In this world of sketchy fact-checking and aggrandizing self-made titles, declaring myself a “Sexual Educator” is astonishingly easy. Of course, so is declaring myself ‘Queen of England’. There is a difference. Should I try to invade countries as my Queen persona, I will find myself in treatment for a major personality disorder. However, try to lead a class on sexual encounters, and the clamoring for proof for my credentials might be sketchy, at best.
In this field, with so many subsets, burgeoning experts -it’s hard to know what credentials your ‘Educator’ should have.
Enter Tristan Taormino.
It is one thing to be so passionate about a subject that you want to work in the field, and become a leader. It’s another to rise above that and hold everyone that enters the field to high standards, to teach those standards, and forge a path for those of us who come behind to tread.
There aren’t a enough good things to say about this class, or its instructor. The material was top-notch – not just some thrown together presentation – the vast well of knowledge, a willingness to teach, and, more than that, a talent to lead. Teaching sex, in all its facets, is not for the faint of heart. Merely discussing sex is still taboo in most circles, I have nothing but respect for anyone who steps into the fire, aiming to change that.
We all like to pontificate on what money ‘can’t’ buy, but in this I am so happy about money did buy. A whole day with the premier sex educator, the chance to sharpen my focus for my area of knowledge, and a gathering of others who are passionate about sexual health.
I didn’t get a tiara for attending the class, or the title of Queen – but I did get an amazing experience and a great start to my path as a sex educator.
Thanks Tristan (and Colten!).