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It’s called “Oh, ohh, ohhh! Female Pleasure, Desire and Orgasms” and it’s just one of the workshops sex educator Megan Andelloux offers and now her sassy presentation are causing a stir in Connecticut.
Anthony Cannella, a Central Connecticut State University associate professor who criticized Megan’s presentation at the unversity said: “I think it’s a lot of pandering and unnecessary titillation. I don’t think kids need any more encouragement than they already have. It’s sort of irresponsible in my view. It’s really disingenuous to say that it’s mainly education.”
Megan Andelloux is a nationally Certified Sexuality Educator (CSE) through The American Association of Sexuality Educators, Counselors and Therapists, an HIV educator and a Board Certified Sexologist through The American College of Sexologists. For more on Megan, visit www.ohmegan.com.
A sex educator named Megan Andelloux is giving the lecture, which she tells The Hartford Courant is a “study of how people experience the erotic and express themselves as sexual beings with an emphasis on jollies, attitude awareness, sexual skill building and health.”
Andelloux has talked at dozens of schools, including Yale, Wesleyan and the Universities of Connecticut and said she’s never gotten negative comments about her work before, but she’s been receiving e-mails calling her “disgusting” and that she was contributing to immorality, the Courantreports.
Professors at CCSU are also putting their opinions on a university listerv.
Mark McLaughlin, a spokesman for the university, told the Courant he thinks the negative reaction is based on misconceptions that taxpayer money is being used to pay for the lecture. TheRuthe Boyea Women’s Center on campus and is sponsoring the event, which is paid for with private donations.
The spokesman also thinks people are confusing the lecture with an academic course and that it’s about sex rather than sexuality.
“We feel, despite the provocative title, her presentation really does focus on health, sexual consent, and providing a frank and open, factual presentation designed to appeal to college students,” McLaughlin told the Courant.
Last Tuesday, GirlMouse and I attended a class at Good Vibrations. The class was Fabulous Fellatio: The Art of Oral Sex and it was being hosted by Megan Andelloux. Being the shy, retiring sort of girl I am when it comes to blow jobs (insert hysterical laughter), I was curious if there was going to be something new for me to learn. OK, so I really attended because I have an insane fetish to meet everyone on my Twitter stream AND because I’m always curious whether or not I’m “doing it right”.
It was an interesting night. We started off with a breaking the ice card game by The Kink Academy. The object of the game was to get people used to saying really dirty things so that we’d feel less self-conscious about it later on. My card was “The Porn Star”. We had to say dirty things to the others in class to find our counterpart. I apparently misunderstood the directions, and while I was looking for my “opposite” role, I completely missed the fact my counterpart was the pizza delivery guy. I thought I’d found the match with the Virgin. I really thought I’d had it. What’s MORE opposite of a Porn Star than a Virgin?
It may not have gotten me over any self-consciousness about talking dirty, but it did make me smile, talk to people that I’d probably wouldn’t have in the class, and started me thinking about throwing out any pre-conceived notions I’d had about sucking cock.
Megan is a wonderful speaker. I’m often surprised by just how great some of the women speakers I’ve met in the last couple of years have been. I don’t know WHY I should be surprised. Princess Kali, Mollena Williams,Sophia Sky, and now Megan Andelloux have all left me feeling empowered in my kink and in wonderful company. The intelligence, passion, and compassion of these women when discussing and teaching others about submission, sex, sexuality, and being a strong woman who can enjoy those things without being ashamed, is an indescribable joy for me.
We got into the cock (and Megan uses that term because she finds that easier and more apt than saying ‘penis’ or naturally occurring equipment or whatever other term may be fashion or your kink) pretty quickly. We discussed and tried out different lubes and talked about safer sex. Then we got to know our dildos pretty well. She started with anatomy and where all those fun buttons are.
GirlMouse was pretty hysterical. Megan was teaching us how to put on a condom with our mouths and GirlMouse whispered to me “I’ve never done this before”. Now this is a trick that I learned in tenth grade or so and it always surprises me that people have never experimented with this. But what I learned from Megan and GirlMouse is that there are people for whom cock is something of a scary proposition. I will say that with Megan’s no-nonsense approach to cock, it looked like everyone in the class managed that little party trick pretty well.
Megan ran through various drills using mouths, tongues, cheeks, lips, and she quite often interchanged oral with hands. Mostly it’s because there’s only so long one can actually USE your mouth to give a blow job before you get tired and start to think “would he just freaking HURRY?” And before getting to the point where the job becomes an actual job….she recommends mixing things up to give yourself a break.
Megan then got into deep throating. And if you’ve ever done this particular activity, you’ll know that gagging and tears are pretty common. Fortunately, gagging is in fashion these days (Megan said so) and fortunately for me…those are two of Daddy’s favorite things. And fortunately for me, Megan needed some help with that. She’d asked for a volunteer and since I was wearing pants…and since nobody else was going for it…I forced myself to raise my hand. OK, you know I’m kidding. There was this beautiful woman, asking if someone wanted to get a strap on, and help demonstrate cocksucking….like I WASN’T going to volunteer? Are you serious?
But deepthroating takes a lot of practice. This isn’t the time when you shove your partner’s face onto your cock (or maybe it is, but that’s a different kind of face-fucking). In order to deep throat, it seemed to me that there were two things that people should know: a) positioning of the people is key and b) you’re gonna gag so just get used to it. Seriously. Although deepthroating is something of a “must have” there’s really no possible way to keep this up for very long. This is one more time that porn movies create unobtainable expectations. Ah well…it’s about time that people who have cocks understand that just as 12 inch cocks seldom exist in real life, people who can deep-throat for hours without coming up for air seldom do either.
I’m not going to give a blow-by-blow (that’s what she said) of the class. It was informative and I highly recommend it for everyone interested in the art of cocksucking. And I seriously recommend it for couples. It would have been really awesome for Daddy to hear some of the things that Megan said. Even if he never sucks cock. (I’m SO gonna pay for that one)
Although I personally didn’t learn anything “new” with regards to the mechanics of a great blow job (although I did learn a couple of new tricks with prostate massages that I’m dying to try out) I did learn one very important thing. It’s not whether or not I’m doing it “right” or if what works for GirlMouse works for me. It’s solely about what makes it work for me and Daddy. Only HE can tell me what works…and it only matters that both Daddy and I are happy when we’re doing it. And I say “we” because like everything else…the best things happen when we’re doing it together. It’s about being comfortable with the cock you love.
I mean comfortable with your partner so that you’re not embarrassed or wondering if you’re doing it wrong. You don’t have to be an expert (or even a porn star) to give a wonderful blow job to the person you love.
You usually take things lying down, but you’re open to standing up (or, you know, whatever).
A private sexuality workshop with Megan Andelloux may be just what you’re after. During the two-hour at-home group session with up to fifteen of your closestfriends, the certified sexuality educator and sexologist will teach you all about the hooha, the wee-wee, and the various Big Os.
Far more clinical than dumb sex toy parties, the workshops aren’t for the faint of heart. She brings vulva puppets, genital models, and diagrams — and explains exactly what’s what. She’ll also advise on her favorite products so nobody gets left high and dry.
No topic is off limits, since Andelloux’s out to demystify the birds and the bees.
Megan Andelloux, 31, sits on a folding chair at the front of her classroom. In front of her sit 10 terrified people, smiling awkwardly. They play with toy spiders and other “fidget toys” that she has left on their chairs, as she crosses her legs, arranges her styled red hair, and tells them not to stare.
“If you just stare,” she says, “I’ll get nervous, and when I get nervous I get hives.”
Her class today is two middle-aged couples, five women of various ages, and a middle-aged man.
They have come here today, to the back room at Miko Exoticwear on Wickenden Street in Providence, because they have questions that they can’t ask anywhere else. They have come here to learn about sex.
“Laughing is good,” she tells them, and her students laugh uncomfortably. And then the lesson begins.
It is not a traditional lesson, and Megan, in her denim skirt and low-cut shirt, with her pierced nose and the crow tattoo on her left bicep, is not a traditional teacher.
Today’s class is called “oh, Oh, OH,” and it focuses on female sexual desire, pleasure, and orgasms. For two hours, Andelloux will show videotapes of people experiencing orgasm and of women fondly examining each other’s genitalia.
She will quote dozens of statistics and answer questions shouted out by her students. They warm to her witty, familiar teaching style shortly after she tells them that she is a certified sexologist — “That means I get to talk about sex all day, and I love it.” Andelloux notes she is a gynecological teaching assistant, providing hands-on modeling and feedback to medical students performing their first gynecological exams, and that about once a month she goes to parties where men pay to admire her feet.
Her partner, Derek Andelloux, explains clinically that she is the best small-group educator he has ever watched. As a third-year medical student at Boston University, he says, he’s seen a lot of them.
Know the body beautiful
But Andelloux has not only mastered the art of teaching people. She has become an expert at making people feel at ease with one of the most uncomfortable facets of everyday life. As the director of the Sexuality Learning and Resource Center at Miko Exoticwear, a sex store (disclosure: it’s a Phoenix advertiser) that seeks to educate customers, talking about sex is part of Andelloux’s job description, and she has undergone years of training to learn how to do so.
Andelloux not only talks about penises and vaginas without giggling, she talks about them in a way that makes other people want to talk about them. This is why, minutes into the workshop, her students put down their fidget toys and start talking.
When Andelloux explains that there are changes that take place during menstruation that cause a woman to become more sensitive to sexual pleasure, one of her students shouts out, “Oh!”
“Is that why!” the woman exclaims. Her face lights up and she jumps halfway out of her seat. “Me and my husband,” she explains, smiling, “well, we do it in the shower . . . ”
The class nods, knowingly. Andelloux is teaching them that this kind of talk is good. It is educational.
The tools that Andelloux uses for her brand of education include a confetti assortment of sex toys, a bookshelf full of binders and titles like The Guide to Getting It On, a giant Benchtop toolbox filled with birth control devices, and a vulva puppet made of purple and red satin that she has affectionately dubbed “Veronica.” Veronica’s counterpart, a more realistic model of the female vulva and internal reproductive organs, rests on a shelf in the orange room. Her name is Fanny.
Andelloux and Fanny have been everywhere together. Once, Andelloux brought Fanny to a restaurant with her niece, Becky, where she mortified the 13-year-old by snapping out the uterus and discussing menstruation the way someone else might discuss a recent victory by the Patriots. More recently, she used Fanny to point out to her 69-year-old mother the placement of her cervix and clitoris.
The making of a sexpert
Andelloux’s parents were not always willing to listen to these attempts at education. For a while her father referred to her as a psychologist, and scratched out the line on her business card that listed her real profession.
When Andelloux first decided to go into sex education, she chose to tell her parents over a meal at McDonald’s. Her mother was eating a hamburger. Right before she took a bite, Megan said, “I’m gonna be a sex educator.”
Her mother said, “Girls can’t do that. Girls can’t talk about those things.” Her father said nothing.
“I didn’t know about it,” her mother says. “It was not even a thought in my head. I just didn’t think that there was such a thing. I don’t think I’ve ever in my life heard someone say they were a sexual health educator. But I do now.”
What didn’t surprise Carol Anderson was the fact that her daughter found a job doing something she really believed in. “If she believed in it, she took a stand on it,” Anderson recalls. “It may not have been a stand that everyone went along with. But it usually came out okay.”
Growing up with her parents and her much older brother and sister in East Longmeadow, Massachusetts, Andelloux remembers, “No one ever talked to me about sex. My mom didn’t even give me ‘The Talk.’ ”
Four months before Megan’s first period, someone put a box of menstrual products and books outside of her room. No one spoke to her about it.
This silence around sexuality was part of what made her want to talk to others about it when she grew up.
And when she got a little older, Andelloux did talk. She talked a lot. She protested for environmental justice and animal rights. She stood on the steps of the Massachusetts State House in Boston. She plastered her room with pictures of oil spills and baby seals being clubbed to death for their fur. When her high school didn’t have an environmental group, she started one.
“She was into things that were right, but that no one spoke up about, really,” her mother says.
She spoke up for those who couldn’t speak. And she knew, better than most teenagers, what it was like to feel like she didn’t have a voice.
The power of talk
At the age of 17, Megan was raped by a classmate in the woods near her home. She speaks now, in a voice that is even and distant, about how she didn’t feel clean afterwards, about how she showered in very, very hot water, and how she felt like there was something wrong with her skin.
For eight years, Megan did not speak about what had happened. When she was 25, she finally told her roommate. And then she told Derek, one night, when he wondered why she was crying after he had grabbed her neck during oral sex.
She talks about it now, and she has found, in her job, a way of “acting out,” of showing that she is managing it. For Megan, the crow tattoo on her arm symbolizes her ability to deal with the situations that have made her feel powerless.
She always wears shirts that reveal the tattoo when she teaches. It is a kind of communication. It doesn’t matter that her students don’t know exactly what it means. She knows that it means she is working hard, every day, to handle it.
“I think that going into this field was my way of acting out my stuff,” she says. “So I didn’t verbalize that I was assaulted, but I did talk about sex in a very open format. I talked about it so much that I contributed to other people talking about it. Even though I wasn’t talking about my stuff, I was opening a door for others to start talking about their stuff. It is almost like, you assaulted and silenced me and I don’t want that for other people.
“I think that if sexuality had been discussed in my family, I would’ve been more likely to say that I was hurt when I was. But it wasn’t, so that was the hand of cards I drew. I think this was probably the healthiest way I could have dealt with my stuff, you know? Instead of focusing in on me, I wanted to change the format so that things weren’t hidden, for the more that they are hidden and whispered upon, the less likely that problems will be noticed.”
Megan opened the door for others constantly. Tim Ashton, a close friend and ex-boyfriend who met Megan at Mitchell College in New London, Connecticut, says it was her openness that made their relationship special.
He remembers that the two of them would tell each other everything. Megan listened. She made others want to talk. One night she and Tim stole chairs from the TV room in her building so that Megan, who was a resident advisor, could set up a therapist’s office in her dorm room. Everyone used it.
A post-modern love story
In college at the University of Rhode Island, where she attended school after two years at Mitchell College, Andelloux continued to exude what her partner Derek fondly calls “some kind of moxie.”
Derek Andelloux remembers when he first knew that she was something special. One of their college friends threw a bash, and Megan convinced the friend to make it into a drag party. Most of the girls just wore baggy pants, but Megan went all-out. She duct-taped her breasts down flat and wore a flesh-colored bandage over them. She drew on fake nipples and fake chest hair. She wore a Budweiser bandana.
“She looked just like a biker,” her partner recalls. “It was amazing.”
Though they knew each other in college, the pair didn’t start dating until 2002, after Derek came back from the Peace Corps in Senegal. At the time, Megan was working for Planned Parenthood of Connecticut. He was and remains proud of her for educating people about sexual health. He is also supportive of her work as a gynecological teaching assistant, and of her role as a foot fetish model — a job that both Megan and Derek view as a form of education.
Megan says she is educating men that it’s okay to love feet; Derek says she is educating herself about different kinds of people.
Derek Andelloux is an ex-football player, and he is built like one. He is blonde and blue-eyed with high cheekbones, and, like all blondes, Megan says, he smells like candy. He is husky, and Dutch-looking, and enjoys chopping wood. And after a few years of dating, he wanted to propose to Megan.
But Megan refused.
She gave him a hundred different reasons why marriage was antiquated and sexist. She pointed out that her gay friends couldn’t get married. She didn’t want to lose her identity, to be introduced as Derek’s wife, to be seen as a ball and chain instead of a sexual being. But she did want to spend the rest of her life with Derek.
The couple agreed to have a commitment ceremony instead, and after exchanging rings in front of 135 friends and relatives in September 2004, they merged their last names — he went from being Derek Mailloux to Derek Andelloux, and she added the French suffix to the first two syllables of “Anderson.”
Megan’s parents, who have been married for 49 years, saw her refusal to get married as a personal blow. “They took it as a slap in the face to them,” she says. “They thought they had done something wrong.”
Her mother says, “I think she has more ideas that I find are different from my ideas. It’s okay. It’s not harmful. It’s just different. The world is different . . . It’s a different world today.”
All in the family
Though Andelloux does not plan on having children of her own, she loves the sassiness and angst of teenagers. She often picks her niece Becky up in a town outside of Worcester, Massachusetts, and takes her out to dinner or shopping for shoes. Although Becky’s parents, Andelloux’s sister Amy and her husband Michael Zakarian, don’t approve of her attempts to educate their children, Andelloux finds ways to spend time with her niece and her nephew, Tommy.
When Becky, who is now 15, got her first period, Andelloux made sure her first experience with menstruation would be different from her own. She told her niece that menstruation was nothing to be ashamed of.
“I used to be uptight about my period,” Becky Zakarian remembers. “She of course, wasn’t.”
Becky says her aunt wanted to show her that menstruation should be something that is “out in the open.” So Andelloux threw Becky a party. She rented out the auditorium at University of Rhode Island. She looked up 230 different euphemisms for menstruation, and plastered them all over the wall. She made a CD of music about periods. She found Lysol douche ads from the 19th and early 20th century, educational videos shown to sixth-graders in the 1930s, and old-fashioned menstrual products and vibrators.
She decorated. “When I do something, I do it hardcore,” she says. She invited friends. She told Becky to buy a dress.
Becky Zakarian says her aunt has “shaped her a lot.” Becky has gotten into environmental activism, women’s rights, gay rights, and vegetarianism, picking up on the causes her aunt began to speak up about at a young age. But the most important thing that Becky has learned from her aunt, she says, is to be open.
“Her main thing,” she says, “is that it’s okay to talk about things.”
The openness that Megan inspires has also extended to Becky’s brother, Tommy, and to Derek Andelloux, who now regularly strikes up conversations about things like prostate gland stimulation with his friends.
Tommy, who is a first-year at University of New Hampshire, says sometimes he and Megan just sit and talk for hours. He says he feels like he can tell his aunt anything. All sex questions go automatically to her. “She’s funky and spunky,” Tommy says. “I love her.”
He still remembers Megan’s campaigns to “brainwash” him as a small child about the need to protect the animals and save the whales. Tommy bought it. He is now majoring in environmental engineering.
Winning converts and influence
Andelloux has started to spread her openness and activism to the general public and, more recently, to her parents. An article she wrote about the menstruation party she threw for Becky was published in a feminist anthology, We Got Issues. She was surprised when Carol and Fred Anderson showed up to a reading.
“My mom walked out of there so happy,” she says. “My dad just said, ‘You talked really well.’ ”
Her parents have begun to understand that talking and helping people talk is an important part of Andelloux’s job. And even though people sometimes have trouble understanding what she means when she tells them her daughter is a sexual health educator, Carol Anderson knows that conversation can help clear these things up.
“It’s good to have the talk there,” she says.
Two summers ago, Carol and Fred Anderson saw Miko Exoticwear for the first time. Her father, who believes that pornography is sick, carefully avoided the shelves full of adult-themed DVDs. He called the rest of the store “classy.”
Epilogue: Class is dismissed
Megan Andelloux ends her workshop by offering take-home packets full of diagrams and tips. She presses her hands together and says, “Yay! Thank you for coming to female sexual pleasure!” Her students get up and clamor for packets. Many of them ask to take home two. A few women gather around to ask questions. They tell stories.
“I’m on this medication . . .” one woman begins.
Andelloux listens. She directs her to the bookshelf.
“I heard about these things called Smartballs,” says another student. “For exercising your Kegel muscles?”
Andelloux nods. She points to the shelf where Smartballs hang like pieces of colorful candy. The students mill about in the store, looking at the carnival of sex toys, lubricants and lotions, books and brassieres. They smile at each other. They reach out to touch things they have never seen before. They talk.