READ IT: Excerpts from porn available to kids at Brandywine Schools

CAUTION: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY

NILES, Mich. — REAL News Michiana has obtained a list of the pornography that the new conservative majority of the Brandywine School Board is attempting to keep out of the hands of children. The books include graphic depictions of sex involving a 12-year-old girl, rape, incest, racism and a plethora of other sexual exploits.

However, there has been a concerted effort by the teachers’ union, veteran teachers and government employees to keep all of this material available to young children by claiming the content is not pornographic.

RNM has chosen just three books that are currently available to children at Brandywine Schools. Board members are currently attempting to limit the availability of all of these books to children. Below are excerpts from each.

PUSH

Page 25: “I been knowing a man put his dick in you, gush white stuff in your booty you could get pregnant. I’m twelve now, I been knowing about that since I was five or six,
maybe I always known about pussy and dick. I can’t remember not knowing. No, I can’t remember a time I did not know.”

Page 35: “I feel Mama’s hand between my legs, moving up my thigh. Her hand stop, she
getting ready to pinch me if I move. I just lay still, keep my eyes close. I can tell Mama’s other hand between her legs now ’cause the smell fill room. Mama can’t fit into the bathtub no more. Go sleep, go sleep, go to sleep. I tell myself. Mama’s hand creepy spider, up my legs, in my pussy.”

Page 37: “This is my second baby for my daddy, it gonna be retarded too?” …I’m twelve, no I was twelve, when that shit happened.”

Page 48: “First thing I see when I wake up is picture of Farrakhan’s face on the wall. I love
him. He is against crack addicts and crackers. Crackers is the cause of everything
bad.”

Page 72: “I think my daddy. He stink, the white shit drip off his dick. Lick it lick it. I HATE
that. But then I feel the hot sauce hot cha cha feeling when he be fucking me. I
get so confuse. I HATE him. But my pussy be popping. He say that, ‘Bif Mama your
pussy is popping!’ I hate myself when I feel good.”

MILK AND HONEY

Page 15: “He guts her with his fingers like he’s scraping the inside of a cantaloupe clean.”

Page 20: “You plough into me with two fingers and I am mostly shocked. It feels like rubber against an open wound. I do not like it. You begin pushing faster and faster. But I
feel nothing. You search my face for a reaction so I begin acting like the naked women in the videos you watch when you think no one’s looking. I imitate their moans. Hollow and hungry. You ask if it feels good and I say yes so quickly it sounds rehearsed, but the acting. You do not notice.”

Page 29: “The very thought of you has my legs spread apart like an easel with a canvas
begging for art.”

Page 38: “You move my hand between my legs and whisper make those pretty little fingers dance for me. — solo performance.”

Page 40: “Lie me down. Lay me open like a map. And with your finger trace the places you still want to **** out of me. Kiss me like I am the center point of gravity and you are falling into me like my soul is the focal point of yours. And when your mouth is kissing not my mouth but other places. My legs will split apart out of habit. And that’s when I pull you in. Welcome you home.”

Page 41: “Baby lick me. Like your mouth has the gift of reading and I’m your favorite book. Find your favorite page in the soft spot between my legs and read it carefully. Fluently. Vividly. Don’t you dare leave a single word untouched. And I swear my ending will be so good. The last few words will come. Running into your mouth. And when you’re done. Take a seat. Cause it’s my turn to make music with my knees pressed to the ground.”

Page 47: “She will never lick, caress, or suck like me.”

Page 52: “You must have known you were wrong when your fingers were dipped inside me
searching for honey that would not come for you.”

Page 54: “I am sorry I taste so good when the two of you make love it is still my name that rolls off your tongue accidentally.”

LOOKING FOR ALASKA

Page 38: “…But there is so much to do: cigarettes to smoke, sex to have, swings to swing
on…”

Page 44: “Lying naked in bed together (“genital contact” being offense #1), already drunk
(#2), they were smoking a joint (#3) when the Eagle burst in on them.”

Page 81: “He loves weed like Alaska loves sex,” the Colonel said. “This is a man who once constructed a bong using only the barrel of an air rifle, a ripe pear, and an eight-
by-ten glossy photograph of Anna Kournikova. Not the brightest gem in the jewelry shop, but you’ve got to admire is single-minded dedication to drug
abuse.”

Page 103: “…You thought she was quietly discussing precalc, when she was clearly talking
about having hot sex with you…”

Page 107: “Did I tell you that Jake is hung like a horse and a beautiful, sensual lover?”

Page 146: “And we found plenty of porn magazines haphazardly stuffed in between
mattresses and box springs. It turns out that Hank Walsten did like something other than basketball and pot: he liked Juggs. But we didn’t find a movie until Room 32,…’The Bitches of Madison County. Well. Ain’t that just delightful.’We ran with it to the TV room, closed the blinds, locked the door, and watched the movie. It opened with a woman standing on a bridge with her legs spread while a guy knelt in front of her, giving her oral sex. …A woman crouched on her hands and knees while a guy knelt behind her. She kept saying ‘Give it to me’ and moaning, and though her eyes, brown and blank, betrayed her lack of interest, I couldn’t help but take mental notes. Hands on her shoulders, I noted. Fast, but not too fast or it’s going to be over, fast. Keep your grunting to a minimum. As if reading my mind, she said, ‘God, Pudge. Never do it that hard. That would hurt. That looks like torture. And all she can do is just sit there and take it? This is not a man and a woman. It’s a penis and a vagina. What’s erotic about that? Where’s the kissing?’ ‘Given their position, I don’t think they can kiss right now,’ I noted. ‘That’s my point. Just by virtue of how they’re doing it, it’s objectification. He can’t even see her face! This is what can happen to women, Pudge…’
…’Look me in the eye and tell me this doesn’t turn you one, Pudge.’ I couldn’t. She laughed. It was fine, she said. Healthy.

Page 167: “‘French, Feel, Finger, Fuck. It’s like you skipped third grade,’ Alaska said.”

Page 210: “Have you ever gotten a blow job?” …“I’ve just never given one,” she answered, her little voice dripping with seductiveness. It was so brazen. I thought I would explode. I never thought. I mean, from Alaska, hearing that stuff was one thing. But to hear her sweet little Romanian voice go so sexy all of the sudden… “No,” I said. “I never have.” “Think it would be fun?” DO I!?!?!?!?!?!?! “Um. Yeah. I mean, you don’t have to.” “I think
I want to,” she said, and we kissed a little, and then. And then with me sittingnwatching The Brady Bunch, watching Marcia Marcia Marcia up to her Brady antics, Lara unbuttoned my pants and pulled my boxers down a little and pulled out my penis. “Wow,” she said. “What?” She looked up at me, but didn’t move, her face nanometers away from my penis. “It’s weird.” “What do you mean weird?” “Just big, I guess.” I could live with that kind of
weird. And then she wrapped her hand around it and put it into her mouth. And waited. We were both very still. She did not move a muscle in her body, and I did not move a muscle in mine. I knew that at this point something else was supposed to happen, but I wasn’t quite sure what. She stayed still. I could feel her nervous breath. For minutes . . . she lay there, stock-still with my penis in her mouth, and I sat there, waiting. And then she took it out of her mouth and looked up at me quizzically. “Should I do something?” “Um. I don’t know,” I said. Everything I’d learned from watching porn with Alaska suddenly exited my brain. I thought maybe she should move her head up and down, but wouldn’t that choke her? So I just stayed quiet. “Should I, like, bite?” “Don’t bite! I mean, I don’t think. I think—I mean, that felt good. That was nice. I don’t know if there’s something else.” “I mean, you didn’t—.” “Um. Maybe we should ask Alaska.” So we went to her room and asked Alaska. She laughed and laughed. Sitting on her bed, she laughed until she cried. She walked into the bathroom, returned with a tube of toothpaste, and showed us. In detail. Never have I so wanted to be Crest Complete. Lara and I went back to her room, where she did exactly what Alaska told her to do, and I did exactly what Alaska said I would do, which was die a hundred little ecstatic deaths, my fists clenched, my body shaking. It was my first orgasm with a girl.

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