Labour have always known that education matters, it's why in Government we expanded and updated sex education and why in the Digital Economy Bill, we are taking the first steps towards developing statutory online sex education for the smartphone generation; helping children navigate the online world in a safe environment where they can ask questions and have any concerns answered.
For almost fifteen years, and especially since the birth of our youngest child, who is now eleven, my wife and I have struggled with the compatibility of our sex drives. As a younger man I enjoyed the surges of desire that I felt when I looked at my wife, but when I learned that this feeling was rarely reciprocated, I was quite understandably heart broken, after all, shouldn't my wife find me sexually desirable...
A loophole in the law means that any under-18-year-old taking explicit selfies can be charged with creating and sharing indecent images of children. This is particularly nonsensical in the case of 16 and 17-year-olds, who can consent to sexual acts and relationships, but are unable to take or share erotic pictures of themselves.
Every day, six young people aged 16-24 receive the shocking news that they have cancer. Treatment usually starts immediately, can last for up to three years, and disrupts every area of their lives. Of course, this can include relationships and sex. And yet at such a formative time the issues that arise are not often openly discussed. Until now.
The internet is awash with hazy black and white pictures of Maz looking smoking, with 'if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best' printed over her beautiful face in a cursive font. They're always posted by single women. And I want to take this opportunity to say to those single women, stop it. Stop it now.
I fucking hate cats, usually. Like men, they're either ugly, good-looking but dumb to the point of irrelevance, or else transparently cunning. And, also like men, they do that thing where they treat you with indifference, until you withdraw your affections, and then they're all over you like salt on chips.
Nothing will get better, for men or for women, unless we can talk about rape more calmly; unless we can accept and marry into our language the fact that rape is both grotesque and horrific, banal and workaday; unless we can understand that rape isn't always the worst thing you can do, isn't always the worst thing that can happen to you - but that sometimes, it is. Rape, like life, is complicated, and we need ways to talk about that.
I get the feeling that he's typing one-handed, so decide now's as good a time as any to go into silent mode. He gives it one final go. "I shaved today," he says. I see the email has an attachment: a photo, which I open. Yes, he's shaved all right. Everywhere. Instead of a smooth chin or chest, I see gleaming genitalia - Spam-pink with sensitivity and not a hair to be seen...