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SPERM donor issues.

November 30th 2007 00:19
Recently the question of whether a sperm donor should have the right to decide who his seed went to or not, was raised in the media.

Conjecture was given to both sides of the argument. Those who agreed stated, that indeed yes, a person has a right as to where his seed went, much the same as if he was 'seeding' naturally - the decision of where it was cast would be entirely his own. Obviously his decision making process coloured by his own views and values.

The opposition took the view that, in giving rights to the 'donor', minority groups may be discriminated against based on things like sexuality, religion, culture etc etc and that it should come under a non-biased, regulatory body who would be far more objective in the, and, if, you'll excuse the pun, dissemination of the said commodity.


Being of the female persuasion, I am interested in hearing from men who either have or are considering donating sperm and what your feelings are on the matter. I know how I would feel but I believe this should be a matter of vigorous debate amongst men. After all, much air time is given to 'womens body's' and the fact that they can decide what to do with them in regards to abortion, birth control and harvesting/storing of eggs. Lets hear what men think about when it comes to their own bodies and procreative rights.
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A New Day, A New Romance

November 23rd 2007 00:30
Unfortunately, Charlotte so preoccupied, didn't see the door to the offices' inner sanctum opening directly into the path she was on until she walked headlong into it, her cup of water thrown into the air and it's contents flung all over the beautifully fine, dark wool jacket on a distinctly masculine physique.

"Oh, I'm so terribly so..." Charlotte found herself pinned by the most incredibly blue eyes surrounded by lush dark lashes. She felt warmth suffuse her cheeks and throat and it was not all caused by her embarrassment ...."sorry, I"m so sorry... Please let me help you" and she started brushing away the droplets of water from the lapel of his jacket.


A strong male hand stopped her movement and held her hand momentarily hard against his chest. "I think you've done enough don't you Miss.."?

"Charlotte, Charlotte Manning" she quickly replied snatching her hand back.

The mystery male, looked back over his shoulder towards the reception desk and called.."Sonia, bring some kitchen paper here will you, we've had a little spill'.

Sonia appeared at his side, took one look at the scene, cast Charlotte a withering glance and swayed off to hustle up some clean-up gear. Charlotte thought to herself, in spite of 'Sonia's all so sophisticated appearance she appeared to be just as affected by this gorgeous man's persona as she was. The sway and coy tone she affected whilst in mystery mans presence was obviously a purely physical response and who could blame her, he was sex on legs. The to die for eyes, a strong jaw, slow, lazy smile and the way he filled out the now ruined jacket, mmm too bad he was way out of her league.

Charlotte snapped her attention back to the moment, when Sonia reappeared with the kitchen paper in hand. "Here let me Mr Brightman, otherwise you'll be running late for your appointments'.

Charlotte's heart did a triple thump. "oh no, she thought, not Mr Brightman, of Brightman Mining. Please, not let him be the owner of the business for which she was applying for her dream job. She was doomed before she'd even begun....to be continued.

Please vote to see if mystery man is her potential employer and if so, how her faux pas will affect her chances (apologies if this is the incorrect spelling or use of the french term - I'm learning all the time lol).
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A Love That Died

November 22nd 2007 00:25
Once I used to look upon your face with tenderness and care.
Now these feelings all have died and my heart just knows despair.

Where there used to be gladness, only darkness, so unfair.
The joy of our togetherness has gone, no longer the special pair.

Our union, which was my bond, has walked off into the night.
Now all our conversations are filled with bitterness, coldness and acid spite.

I never thought I'd say it, admit our love has died.
Watch out for what I'm saying, my feelings, the need to hide.

How can what once was shining, precious and unique,
Become just another broken relationship, a sadness of which to speak.

I lament for all that once was ours, the passing of a love,
And in losing you and leaving,
I pray to god above, that he'll look to us with forgiveness
For selfishly and callously, mistreating that special, loving, love.
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A New Day, A New Romance

November 19th 2007 12:56
'Which one, the blue or the black?'

"Listen Charlotte, you look gorgeous in both of them so just make a decision. It's only a job interview for goodness sake, you're not meeting the queen


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Ode to Ashleigh

October 25th 2007 13:16


You are oft the forgotten one, who never shone as bright


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The Waiting

October 24th 2007 06:24
The hands of time move silently round the poker faced clock on the wall
Seconds die, tick, tick, tick.
A Blowfly buzzes loudly let in by some thoughtless soul, it busy in its random, confusing way


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I remember

October 23rd 2007 09:57
Some days when the sun is shining bright, I can still see in my minds eye, the gold standing out against your brunette locks.

In the call of a bird, I can hear your squeel of delight when chasing them through the park, sweeping them along in a carousel of skewed feathers


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BreastFed

October 23rd 2007 04:29
You know I'm quite the unlucky one. My sister has these beautiful, straight, perfect teeth. They look like they came right off the most recent Macleans ad. I on the other hand, have small, crooked, insignificant teeth, a female match to Damien Leith but without the beautiful falsetto. The secret to her majestic molars, 'breastfed'.

When I was a babe, my mother took ill and spent many long months in hospital. In those days, babies were not welcome in with their convalescing mothers and so I was fostered out to family and friends, though whom, did their best, alas and alack, had not a one lactating breast between them. My teeth never stood a chance


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lost

October 23rd 2007 02:53
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the sickness

October 23rd 2007 02:38
the sickness

Broken dreams shatter in my mind creating a billion bleeding wounds throughout me. Shards invade my eyes cutting the image of you from me. Bloody and broken I lay beneath troubled thoughts of you alone in the world. Do you still think of me, Do you ever think of me


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