How to f**k up your teacher's lesson about gender and sexuality: A pupil's guide

PUPILS at a school in East Sussex have discovered that hassling the teacher about transgender issues is more fun than work. Here’s how to bring any sex ed lesson to a standstill.

Ask questions in bad faith 

Unless you’ve got previous, your teacher won’t realise you’re an annoying little shit trying to waste time until break, so force them to earnestly answer questions like these:

● Are there really 5,000 sexes?

● Is there a word for men who are attracted to other men?

● Could I get married to a shark? (This may end the questions.)

Think of a stupid version of ‘I identify as X’

Wankers still find the old ‘I identify as a helicopter’ gag incredibly hilarious, so get a cheap laugh from the class by thinking of an equally stupid one, eg. ‘What if someone identifies as the moon?’ You’ll definitely be the wag of the factory canteen in whatever shit job you end up in later in life.

Ask the teacher intrusive personal questions

You hold all the cards here. Ask a male teacher if he’s gay. He can’t tell you to f**k off as you deserve, and if he says ‘My private life is not what we’re discussing’ that’s funny because he’s denying being a gay, and if he confidently says ‘Yes, I am gay’, that’s funny too because he IS a gay. Also ask a nervous young female teacher what sexual position she prefers. If she’s in tears by the end of the lesson, it has been a productive day’s learning.

Ruthlessly exploit paranoia about woke

Play on your teacher’s fear of using offensive, ‘unwoke’ language by saying ‘Don’t you mean genderqueer, miss?’, implying they’re way behind Young People on gender issues, when all you’re doing is pissing around until you can throw chips at your mates at lunchtime. 

Feign shock at anything sexual in a sex ed class

Despite being a member of the internet porn generation, if a teacher so much as mentions, say, oral sex, gasp in shock as if they’ve just asked to come on your tits there and then. Then giggle inanely for five minutes. You have proved you’re incapable of having a mature discussion about a topic that may be of genuine concern to some pupils. However you’re legally required to receive some sort of sex education, so you win.

Kick up a wholly unnecessary fuss 

Funny, isn’t it, how something you didn’t give a toss about five minutes ago becomes a burning matter of principle when you can avoid actual work? Argue vehemently about the definition of a woman, deploying such devastating arguments as: ‘My MUM, right, is not my DAD, yeah? THAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE!’ Then promptly forget about it the second the bell goes and you can slope off for a vape.

Get the press involved

Britain’s mental right-wing press will be dying to cast you as the innocent victim if there’s some storm-in-a-teacup incident relating to sex education. Try the Times or Telegraph – they never fact-check anything about ‘woke’. Claim a teacher made the entire class prove you weren’t bigoted speciesists by wanking off the school tortoise. It’ll be on the front page for a week.

Hum 

If you’ve got the misfortune to have a hard teacher who won’t put up with your bullshit and instantly shuts down your attempts to waste time, try the tried-and-tested tactic of humming. It’s got nothing to do with gender and sexuality, but Christ it’s f**king annoying.

Six perfect career paths for colossal perverts

ARE you a massive sexual pervert? These careers will give you ample opportunity to indulge your seedy tastes under the guise of professionalism.

Shop mannequin dresser

Perfect for the weirdo who can’t cope with real relationships. Inanimate mannequins make very undemanding girlfriends, and they’re certainly not going to complain about your choice of fussy sexy underwear for them. Just remember not to leave any in compromising positions, eg. doggystyle. Yes, small minds may call you a pervert, but if you weren’t meant to jizz on shop dummies they wouldn’t have made Mannequin with Kim Cattrall.

Window cleaner

In any other walk of life, shinning up a ladder and staring into someone’s bedroom would get you arrested, but for you, it’s an essential part of your profession. Who knows what erotic delights await? Perhaps a pair of sweaty briefs ten feet away behind triple glazing. Phwoar. There’s only really one downside of the job: frosted glass in the bathroom.

Marriage guidance counsellor

Their sex life is nonexistent, which means you can ask about every detail of their shagging before everything went tits up. Leave no stone unturned. What positions used to work for you? Did he give you shuddering, earth-moving orgasms before you realised you hated him? Get them to ‘make a physical commitment to each other’ by kissing, right there in front of you. Just ask the odd question about if they feel ‘valued’ or who does all the domestic chores and they’ll never notice you’re a filthy voyeuristic sod. 

University lecturer

Freshers are naive, impressionable young things, so some will bizarrely be attracted to a haggard middle-aged tutor because you know a lot about bloody Beowulf, which is shit compared to Lord of the Rings. Tell the attractive ones their work shows promise, but you think they’d really benefit from some ‘one-to-one’ private tuition. The ugly ones can sink or swim. It’s not your fault they’re specky brainbox twats who went to uni.

Fitness coach

Get off on watching young, shapely women get all sweaty and panting for breath? Then this is for you. You can put your grubby little hands pretty much anywhere helping them to get in the right exercise positions – and they’ll thank you for it rather than dialling 999. If any mingers want to join, tell them you’re massively overbooked and get on with being in your own personal interactive Eric Prydz video.

Catholic priest

It’s an unfair stereotype that Catholics priests are paedos, because the Church of England is full of them as well. However, if you’re more into impressionable, gullible women, it’s good news too. They’ll see your vow of celibacy as a challenge, not realising you don’t give a toss. If all else fails, just tell them it’s what God would want. You chat with Him on a daily basis, and if they’re daft enough to believe in talking snakes they’ll swallow just about anything. There’s bound to be some ambiguous bit in the Bible that can be interpreted as fellating a priest leading to eternal righteousness and living in a mansion in Heaven with angels going ‘hark’ and all that.