Communication Studies IA
Communication Studies IA
Communication Studies IA
Acknowledgement…………………………………………………
Introduction………………………………………………………
Preface…………………………………………………………….
Reflective piece…………………………………………………….
Analysis……………………………………………………………
Conclusion…………………………………………………………
Bibliography……………………………………………………….
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
The successful completion of this research (study) would not have been possible
without the contribution of a number of persons. As such the researcher would
like to extend her kindest gratitude to the following persons:
Her parents for providing the necessary material for the completion of
this study.
The heavenly Father for giving her the health and strength to complete
this Internal Assessment.
INTRODUCTION
LBGTs
Teenagers
LBGTs: this group was selected as a target audience since they are the
main reason for this research. The researcher composed a short story
which highlights the different ways in which persons of said lifestyle are
viewed. The reflective piece is one which readers of said lifestyle would
be able to relate to.
Teenagers between the ages of 14 and 19: this group was also chosen as
a target audience since it is at this age that perceptions of right and
wrong is solidified. Also teenagers are very expressive and this
reflective piece serves to caution teenagers when sharing their opinions.
Expressing themselves should be done in a manner which will not
offend or hurt others.
REFLECTIVE PIECE
WHY?
Why wouldn’t they just leave? I’ve been sitting in this filthy washroom
for hours now. I can hear them out there loudly throwing obscenities my
way and their words feel like hot oil being poured on me. How could
things have gone so wrong in just two weeks?
“Smile for me Scarlet” whispered Cinder. My smile comes involuntarily
because she has been my escape for months now from my family and
school. I met Cinder on the first day of high school and four years later
she is not only my best friend but also my sanctuary. I remember the
first time I felt stirrings for her and I was so ashamed that I shoved those
feeling away. I kept seeing her smiles and crazy, childish laugh and I
began imagining what it would feel like to run my fingers through her
soft curls. As the days went by I couldn’t deny what I felt for her and the
need only grew with each passing day. One afternoon, unable to contain
myself, I kissed her.
Indescribable fear ran through my body as I waited for her reaction and
was rewarded with a response. Relief flowed over me like honey as I felt
her slowly respond to my kiss and I pressed further. Our kiss grew
hungrier and hungrier as the seconds went by so I began running my
fingers over her body savoring the feel of her under my hands. Desperate
to remove any space between us I grabbed her and pulled her closer
deepening our kiss. A need so painful was felt deep within my core and I
felt my body growing moist with anticipation of what was to come.
Cinder woke up feelings in me I didn’t know existed until now. Until
this very moment where our bodies are intertwined moving together in
unison. I began trailing kisses over her body and softly kissed her warm
breasts. Excitement filled me up as I gently sucked on her nipples and
was rewarded with a whimper. This only encouraged me further so I
ripped off her clothing. Finally she was here in all her glory and I
savored the sight of her, the feel of her soft, brown body vibrating under
my hands. I placed a soft kiss on her navel slowly creating a trail of wet
kisses along her tummy all the way to her thighs. The need in her eyes
only mirrored the need in mine. Capturing her virgin flesh in my mouth I
began massaging her with my tongue. Running my tongue slowly over
her womanly petals I suckled on her then became aggressive in my
strokes. I could feel the tension in her body building then she exploded
under my sweet torture. Not only could I feel her but also taste her, she
tasted like….
Unable to control this newfound experience we shared many more
evenings like this until it was all I ever needed.
“What will our parents say?” asked Cinder after one such occasion. I’ve
been dreading this conversation knowing that it was inevitable.
“We will figure it out” I responded with a sigh but I highly doubted it.
We both came from well-respected families that had fixed perceptions of
people who indulge in such activities.
I clearly remember dad having an uproar one evening because he was
approached by a gay man.
“This shell of a man thinks he can approach me. He is an abomination to
this world and should burn in hell” shouted dad.
“Stop it dad” says my brother Thorne, “people are allowed to do
whatever pleases them”.
“You will not live in this house and accept such people. I will not
tolerate it” dad shouted louder.
Fear was flowing through me as I sat there listening knowing that I had
chosen Cinder and was becoming more fearful because I knew I wasn’t
going to end the relationship. I would choose her over anything and my
resolve only solidified as the seconds went by.
This explosion at home unsettled me for days and consumed my mind
because I cared greatly for Cinder and wanted to be accepted. My peace
of mind was finally returning and this happened.
I can still hear them out there throwing harsh words my way. Tina and
her posse were very popular around school and well respected by many,
was well respected by me until now. An afternoon oblivious to the fact
that there was onlookers I kissed Cinder and sitting here in this dirty
washroom I regretted my inability to control myself.
“Come outta hay yuh coward” shouted Tina slamming the door. “Kissin
up gurls in d public. One set a nonsense yuh doin an mekin people talk
bad about we.”
“We gon teach yu a lesson caz dem this kina thing does catch an me aint
want it. People like yall is a infection to dis society” said a voice
sounding much like Lisa.
Why do they even care? It’s my life and who I choose to love is my
decision. I only hope right now Cinder isn’t going through the same
thing as me.
“Stop it” shouted a voice piercing through my thoughts. “Everyone has a
choice and it is our responsibility to respect that”
“Neva will we mix with such abomination to dis worl. All a dem gays
and lesbos deserve a lesson” responded Tina heatedly.
“Well I cannot stand here and let you harass a fellow student so please
leave” said the voice calmly again.
A series of cursing followed that statement but the murmuring and
profanity finally faded. Words cannot express my gratitude to this
unknown girl, I can only hope she isn’t targeted for defending me.
Walking out of the washroom I lift my face to the cool breeze and inhale
deeply. There is a familiar strawberry scent in the air and I turn around
to find the source.
Cinder!
ANALYSIS OF REFLECTIVE PIECE