Who’s my daddy?

[dropcap]T[/dropcap]housands of children a year are conceived through sperm donation banks to single lesbian or heterosexual mothers and this is the question these children will inevitably ask.  They always felt “outside” and as they become young adults they’re certain something’s wrong.  As hard as the gears of the feminist propaganda machine may turn to try and convince society that fathers really don’t matter, it seems that they do in a most profound way to the children of the paper cup.


“Yes sweetheart”

“Who was my father?”

“You don’t have a father. You have a donor.”

“What’s a donor?”

“He’s a man who gave his sperm to a bank so mommy could bring you into the world.”

“What was he like?”

“His donation profile form said he was handsome, intelligent and athletic.”

“Can I hug the donation form?”

Many children who were conceived through sperm donation have a burning desire to meet and form a relationship with their biological father and they’re starting to do it.  Shocking, I know, that when these women decided to ante up the few hundred dollars it cost to buy some guy’s ejaculated DNA who they never even met let alone had sex with, they didn’t anticipate that it would matter to the child.  After all, weren’t we told “all that really matters is the mother”?  Isn’t the role of the father, besides sperm donor, rather superfluous?

Whenever we attempt any kind of social engineering there always seems to be these pesky little unintended consequences that arise.  Where one problem is solved more are created that need to be solved.  One such problem solver is Wendy Kramer, a single mom, who started a popular website for children who want to connect with their father, and his other children.  From her website:

“The Donor Sibling Registry (DSR) was created in September 2000 by Wendy Kramer and her son Ryan. Certain that other donor offspring would have the same curiosity as Ryan about his genetic origins – yet also knowing that sadly, no public outlet existed for mutual consent contact between people born from anonymous sperm donation, this site was started as the logical next step to making those connections.”

Ms. Kramer has access to a data base of sperm donors throughout the world that when the children of these men inquire she’ll tell them not only who their daddy is, but they can learn all about and even meet their half-siblings.  Amazingly to social engineers, she’s a very busy woman with a very busy website.  After all who cares about some man’s sperm?

I’m Your Daddy

Funny thing, no one ever really bothered to ask who these men were that willingly relinquished their DNA so that hundreds of strange women would bore their progeny.  Sperm is just sperm right?  You select your “product” from the profile of an individual who seems reasonable.  He might even be your soul mate on paper; tall, blond hair and blue eyes with a penchant for the arts.  You buy him, I’m sorry his” bodily fluid,” online, they FedEx it to your house just in time for ovulation, you go legs up with Mr. Turkey Baster and wait.  (A “Love Child” this is not.)  Nine months later, glory be it’s a miracle!  You have in your possession your very own designer baby and you didn’t even need a bothersome man to be around.  It’s almost perfect.

The typical profile for a sperm donor, otherwise known as “the father of your child,” is that of a man down on his luck and in need of some quick cash.  Being a handsome, well educated athletic specimen is atypical or not the norm; but the sperm bank doesn’t tell you that.  And to offer sperm from a premium specimen it’ll take a premium price; we all know how women love to shop for bargains.

In an Independent Lens documentary, “Donor Unknown,” an in-depth look is taken at a group of siblings in search of each other and their father, known only as Donor 150.  Through the donor sibling registry they find not only that he’s an actual man named Jeffrey Harrison, but they have at least a dozen actual biological brothers and sisters, that they know of.  It’s a quirky mixture of elation and trepidation as they meet him and each other.  They have an irresistible urge to KNOW their real family, not the pretend one feminists say is just as good.

As it turns out Jeffrey is a rather Bohemian vagabond living in an RV with his dogs and a pigeon on Venice Beach, California.  By now a 50 year old beach bum with all the ambition a beach bum good ever be expected to muster, when his sperm conceived his children he was a struggling actor.  He even admits at one point ejaculating into a small vile was his regular job.  At $50 a shot as many as four times a week he “made enough to pay rent for 8 years”.  He’s your daddy!

Defying all tenets of “social conditioning” the half-siblings of Jeffrey’s fatherhood found themselves connecting, well, like siblings!  Oddly they not only had shared many of the same physical characteristics and traits, but also shared an affinity for spiritual pursuits, music and other things particular to Donor 150.  They were now blessed to know who their father was and who his family was.  They were blessed to be able to satiate a long and previously unfulfilled desire to know the origins of their other half as humans.  They were blessed to know their father, such as he was.  Not all children can say that these days.

It Takes a Sperm Bank…

…to raise a child, or at least allow a woman to go father shopping without the pesky MAN part, for the hopes of producing her dream designer human.  And as for Jeffrey, if spreading your DNA among as many cows of the herd as any buck could ever hope for is a sign of alpha maleness, having fathered perhaps thousands of children, he’s an evolutionary biological winner.  He’s at one with our gene pool, a harem without the “hare”.

If this creeps you out in the least little bit, it probably should.  While “Donor Unknown” strains to paint a story of triumph and jubilation, the under current is one of melancholy and lacking a certain wholeness of spirit, (Jeffrey refers to his children as his “new friends”).  “What’s the importance of a father? What’s the meaning of a father?  What’s the absence of a father imply?” — asks one of the lesbian mothers of one of Jeffrey’s sons, “We were concerned about that.”

The fact that so many young adults are so innately driven to connect with what was once only to their mothers a donor form and vile in a FedEx package, should provide the answer to anyone’s “concern”.  It’s not hip and cool to consciously raise a child without a father.  It’s irresponsible and troubling.

Footnote: I realize there are heterosexual couples with infertile males that may make use of sperm banks as well as egg banks for infertile females.  This is not about them as they’re in the minority of donor parents.




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