What a happy bloke I was when I got admitted to the Academy for Fine Arts, not in the least because of the lessons Drawing through Observations. The bigger part of these lessons meant nude models.
I just came of age, in my sexual prime and always mistrusted artists who claimed that they weren’t sexual aroused by these models. Looky, looky, no touch! Yeah sure! Either they were gay or in complete denial of there needs.
The night before my first lesson I didn’t sleep at all, too much tension. I got up early, combed my hair several times, brushed my teeth thoroughly and hopped like an infant schoolboy, clutching at my pencil, through the streets on my way to the Academy, seeing my smile melt away the moment I entered the classroom. One experience richer and less an illusion, indeed, a model could as well be male.