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So basically in the UK there was a proposal made to improve sex education by a group of female MPs concerned about the variability of the sex and relationships education you could receive, and the high rates of sexual harassment in schools. Making a sex and relationships (SRE) set syllabus would ensure that all students would have access to the same information. My current understanding is that faith schools do not have to teach anything that may go against their faith (so a Catholic school may not mention the different contraceptive methods) and parents can choose to have their child removed from the class. The suggestion was to make “sex and relationships education, same-sex relationships, sexual consent, sexual violence, and domestic violence” which is an expansion of the lessons already taught.

This was blocked.

Whilst PM Theresa May does promise there will be a reform, it seems that this is the main issue the conservatives (who all voted against) had: “the new clause needs to include a clear statement that we are talking not about promotion, but about education”. This sounds like an echo of Margaret Thatcher’s Section 28 which prevented the promotion of homosexuality by any local authority. This made it almost impossible for teachers and schools to discuss it at all or address issues of bullying and safe sex fearing a backlash from the public (able to assume homophobia was allowed by the government now) and losing their funding from the state. She said at a party conference that “Children who need to be taught to respect traditional moral values are being taught that they have an inalienable right to be gay. All of those children are being cheated of a sound start in life—yes, cheated.”

I do have a right to be gay. We are all born free, and I was born as a bisexual person- and that does not make me inferior. It should be taught in schools that lgbta+ people have the right to be who they are. Stating that there is no right to be gay implies that it is a choice which it fundamentally is not.

Love is orange: A frill of Clementine peel Falling to the ground. My thumb orbits a freckle. Words become keepsakes In the setting amber air. The dawn rushes from her fingertips; Her eyelashes bloom In the light. The room- transforming Into a silk cocoon. I’m panning for gold in Her bright brown eyes. Who calls love red?

Love is orange: A frill of Clementine peel Falling to the ground. My thumb orbits a freckle. Words become keepsakes In the setting amber air. The dawn rushes from her fingertips; Her eyelashes bloom In the light. The room- transforming Into a silk, cocoon. I’m panning for gold in Her bright brown eyes. Who calls love red?