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Traumafessions :: Mickster on Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing”

July 23rd, 2008 by aunt john · 15 Comments

One might ask himself or herself how a simple song could be traumatizing. Well picture this, you are eleven-years-old just beginning your 6th grade year of junior high, intimidated being in a new environment, and the next thing you know your “old battle ax” of a gym teacher queues up “Sexual Healing” by MARVIN GAYE as you exercise. At this time the gym class was segregated girls and boys did not mix (The only exception was when they taught square dancing. Yes, you read that correctly, square dancing). However, we were all in the same building. I was embarrassed beyond belief to be doing the daily calisthenics with lyrics such as “Baby I’m hot just like an oven. I need some loving” playing in the background. I could just feel the eyes of creepy 8th grade guys watching me. You know the guys that have flunked so many times they are old enough to drive to junior high. This was not an isolated incident. This song was played during our calisthenics many times that year. To this very day, if I hear the beginning lyrics, “Get up get up get up get up. Wake up wake up wake up wake up,” I scream and change the station if I am in the car. If I happen to be in a store when the song starts playing, I stifle my scream and leave immediately.  I suppose it is irrational after all these years to fear listening to this song, but I can’t help myself.

P.S.: That year was tough music wise for me because “Mickey” by TONI BASIL was a hit, and that was a whole other can of worms. People to this day think it is funny to refer to that song when I tell them my name.

UNK SEZ: Oh, Mickster you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind…sorry I could not resist. Seriously, Mickster you opened the trauma gates with the mere mention of gym class alone. Obviously physical torture is not enough for some gym teachers. There are many who feel the the need to utilize Abu Ghraib-style psychological break down methods as well. As Mr. Gaye himself sang “What’s going on?” Honestly, I can’t blame you for grudging on that nearly X-rated musical demand for immediate gratification. It’s like, simmer down, Mr. Gaye, wear green on Thursday much? Sheez. To be fair, poor Marvin’s tragic fate of being shot and killed by his brain tumur suffering father meant he never lived long enough to be introduced to the Divinyl’s take charge, DIY solution “I touch myself” Very sad, very sad indeed.

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15 responses so far ↓

  • 1 aunt johnNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 5:37 am

    Mickster, I feel your pain on this one. In grade school we were forced to square dance (when we weren’t training for the Presidential Physical Fitness Exam) and then, as an added trauma, we got to do-sido at the retirement home down the street. Well over two decades later, I still associate the stench of Ben Gay with the Virginia Reel.

  • 2 AbsintheNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 7:53 am

    OH god yes – square dancing – we had to do that every year in gym class in grade school.  And for some reason I always seemed to get paired up with the kid that picked his nose and then ate his boogers.  Bad memories of gym class all the way around.

  • 3 micksterNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 10:05 am

    All this time I thought just us, southern kids had to deal with the torment of square dancing. I was always paired with a mutant of some sort at square dancing time too. The Presidential Physical Fitness Exam was the bane of my existence! I was never an athletic person so I absolutely hate it. The same gym teacher that played you know what song made me run one day until I nearly passed out and puked. I really despised that woman!

  • 4 unkle lanciferNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 12:44 pm

    Mickster, just be grateful your gym teacher was not into Samantha Fox…

  • 5 unkle lanciferNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 12:52 pm

    And at least you did not have to square dance to this…

  • 6 micksterNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 1:12 pm

    Unkle, I guess I’m just darn lucky she didn’t start playing this Sheena Easton classic during my 8th grade year…                       

  • 7 unkle lanciferNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 2:15 pm

    Mickster, Did your gym teacher look anything like this…

  • 8 sbdNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 3:52 pm

    You guys are making me SO glad I spent the 80’s reading National Lampoon and listening to classical music…

  • 9 micksterNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 6:00 pm

    Actually, she looked like the female version of this guy with gray curly hair and glasses: 

  • 10 unkle lanciferNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 6:19 pm

    Ugh. LOL I knew when you started off with “the female version of this guy…” it was not going to be pretty.

  • 11 SeanOfTheDeadNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 10:16 pm

    So you all think you know about dance hall trauma, huh? Please follow the link to discover the wondrous world of Australian Bush and Ballroom dancing I was subjected to during my formative years Down Under. With titles for dances such as Australian Ladies, Soldiers Joy and New Parliament House Jig, you know I suffered.

  • 12 aunt johnNo Gravatar // Jul 23, 2008 at 11:13 pm

    @SeanOfTheDead: Can you show me the Flying Pieman the next time you’re in town?

  • 13 SeanOfTheDeadNo Gravatar // Jul 24, 2008 at 6:54 am

    I prefer the Love ‘Em and Leave ‘Em. It was the “winner of the ‘Bush Music Club’ dance competition in 1983. It has become popular with experienced dancers and is very often danced at a cracking pace!”

  • 14 aunt johnNo Gravatar // Jul 24, 2008 at 9:06 am

    @SeanOfTheDead: You mean at a crack smoking pace, right?

  • 15 mamamiasweetpeachesNo Gravatar // Jul 25, 2008 at 1:42 pm

    I have NEVER liked this song! Now that Im a grown up I can appreciate some of Marvin’s Old School stuff…but Sexual Healing? Yuck! I still get the heebie jeebies when i hear it (and I always get this very-much-not-wanted image of Mr gaye looking at sticky copies of SWANK and rubbing one out whenever I hear it. Great Googly Moogly!)

    A few years back I used to work in an office and one of the higher-ups had the office across from me and HE must have loved this song cuz he would play it ad nauseam….it always totally grossed me out and made me wonder what the Hell he was DOING in there listening to that smarmy filth!

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