Sex Ed The Musical

7th grade. It’s a boy/girl party in my best friend’s basement. There are about 10 of us there. Rumors by Fleetwood Mac, is playing non-stop on the record player. The lights are low. The air is filled with equal parts anticipation and terror. Someone suggests we play a game called 7 Minutes in Heaven. The voice you’re about to hear belongs to someone who was also at that party. We eventually lost touch with each other when I moved to the big city in 8th grade, but we recently reconnected. When I asked him if he’d be interested in being interviewed as part of the Under Covers series he graciously agreed. I have no nostalgia for my middle school years. I always felt like a misfit and a weirdo back then. Probably because I was a misfit and a weirdo back then. I never had the right clothes or the right shoes or the right anything. I was frequently bullied and take joy in knowing that my biggest bully married into what’s been described as an extremist religious cult. She is now is required to wear a wig and obey h