In 9th grade, we had a two day presentation from a woman who taught sex ed at all the central Alabama schools that chose to have sex education. On the first day she took out a plastic glove and stuck one of her long, acrylic nails through one of the fingertips and said “this is thicker than a condom, so why would you trust a condom?” She later made us write a contract where all the women had to promise they wouldn’t wear revealing clothing because that would lead to sex. This whole experience was so damaging and misleading, and as a young person who was already out as queer in a state where, at the time I couldn’t get married, this information also erased my potential futures. I now am a sex education teacher, but still am unpacking messages from my youth about the inherent evils of my body.