Sex Education

To LGBT or Not To LGBT?- That is The Question

Sex Education


Sex education in schools has always been a topic of fuelled conversation among parents, and opinionated public house frequenters. I found myself within earshot of one such discussion as the question of whether to introduce ‘non-heterosexual’ education to the syllabus should be agreed upon. As half a dozen people voiced their objections I found myself squirming, and biting my tongue for fear of being run out of town with a pitchfork pointing at my posterior.  So, in this space, I would like to share my perfectly valid opinion, and I believe it is a very good one, but I am afraid of real life humans.


Children spend a significant number of waking hours in school, it is, therefore, a pretty massive contributor to the education of ‘all things’. Personal and social development is largely influenced by peers and those people in charge of the code of conduct. I can’t help but ask myself, of all those parents who object to the teaching of any matters of Personal, Social and Health Education (PHSE), how many of them take the responsibility on themselves? I was raised (quite poorly) by social worker parents; Sunday lunch was the time for questions and answers of all things sex related. Other children may not have had that privileged start in life, and if we want to avoid the second coming of the trauma of Carrie, kids do need mentors whether you like it or not.


The fear? That lessons will take the form of a scene from the Meaning of Life, teacher and wife ‘at it’ in front of the whole class. I know my school days are far behind me but I’m pretty sure that kind of demonstration would be frowned upon even in the 21st Century. Or are you scared your children will be encouraged to have a physical relationship at a young age, because all that talk about orgasms and hormone surges will send them running to the back of the bike sheds? In reality, children of a certain age find ‘all that stuff’ pretty disgusting, because they don’t want to think their parents ever ‘did it’. And, this is not the education we are talking about. We are talking about teaching young people about loving, caring, healthy relationships with people it is legally allowed to have those relationships with.


The first step towards an all inclusive curriculum is to get more people writing about the variety of relationships people have with each other (my next move). Under no circumstances should there be any divide between heterosexual and non-heterosexual education. Education should be all encompassing. Let’s talk about humans and human love. We don’t need a breakdown of gender identification, that instantly makes things ‘different’. If sadly, parents object to the  ‘normalisation’ of non- traditional stereotypes, they also need educating.


We need diagrams, images, and a long pointy stick. Images of people from all walks of life, demonstrating warm loving interactions. We need to talk about that love between ‘people’, all people. How some of them can make babies the conventional way, and how some have to find alternative ways to complete their loving families. Children start their lives with more compassion, tolerance, and love than most adults will ever have. It is up to us as a society to nurture those personality traits. Rome wasn’t built in a day, but with any luck we will rid ourselves of the racists and bigots, to be fair they will all die out eventually, let the new kids on the block come fighting up the rear and show them how it’s really done. What is normal anyway?

Lisa Ives for Pf Magazine


Oo La La Ménopause


How Do French Women Master The Menopause?

According To The Daily Mail.


According to Helena Frith Powell of the Daily Mail, they just have to spray themselves with Evian water and wear sexy underwear. I’d like to see how they fit the trusty Tena Lady, like a paddle board, into the widest part of their thongs!

Yes Ladies, along with having more sex, not talking about it, and sage & thyme supplements you too can say au-revoir to those hideous night sweats, daytime hot flushes and mood swings of the bunny boiler variety. Just reading that article had me in a hot flush, and unlike the civilised French ladies, I didn’t shut up about it. I ranted about it to anyone (mostly male) who were stupid enough to inquire as to what I was reading and writing.

The article continued; Actress Agnes Jaoui, 53 states, “It’s very important to French women that we don’t stop being sexy at 50. Even if we’re having a discreet hot flush.”

A DISCREET hot flush? According to Helena, who moved to France 18 years ago, none of her friends have ever, “suddenly ripped off their T-Shirts to cool down…” Funnily enough Helena, I may have flapped my T-Shirt a little but I, an English Rose, have not ripped mine off either.

The wonderful example in this impertinent article, championing the ageing sex goddesses of our European neighbours, is none other than Brigitte Macron. She is applauded for her costume of leather trousers and stiletto heels in the classroom. One of the many French women refusing to ‘equate to her more mature years…’ I’m suspecting it wasn’t an Evian spray she was carrying in her purse when she went all extra curricular behind the bike sheds with a young Emmanuel. In this country, we prefer twin set and pearls to avoid a heap load of trouble like that.

Did you know that those French belles are more open to HRT than us Brits? Did you also know that our use of HRT plummeted when a major 2002 study linked it to breast cancer? You might look sexy in your frilly knickers and ‘at it’ like rabbits, but guess who’ll get to be at it for longer?

So, apparently, sex isn’t linked to fertility in French culture. I can’t help but wonder which of the above ‘cures’ is the one that kick starts the old libido. It’s like they’re telling us to ‘get over it, and get on with it’. Which is as infuriating as telling someone with depression to cheer up. “Age is no barrier to sexiness…the menopause has little or no bearing on a woman’s desire to be attractive (and attracted to) others.” Hell yes they are. With age comes, not even greater beauty and sexual fulfillment, but a plastic box with the days of the week written on it, useful when your memory starts going and you don’t want to forget to take your happy pill. Or the tablet that keeps your thyroid balanced; or the one that stops that gastric reflux spewing out when you’re lying on your back.

To a culture that commands a silence of voicing the menopause to your other half; where sex and sexiness is such a priority you’d risk your own good health; where school teachers have relationships with their students and dress in an alluring way which fosters that relationship; I say. What a load of bollocks. I will keep my big, comfortable knickers; I will shout about the menopause from the rooftops; I won’t have sex; and I will continue to hide my spreading midriff under baggy, unattractive clothes and revel in the pleasure and comfort that being 50 finally affords me.


Lisa Ives for Pf Magazine