Waiting at the sperm bank

 

Subject: Waiting at the sperm bank.

 

What do we mean by identity. Do I identify myself as an English man or indeed as a man, and is it important that I do identify myself as something which others in society can equate to.  But what if A person can’t, what if I categorise myself as a monkey or a horse. I remember a friends daughter thought she was a horse and would play the part of being a horse, neighing and running in a sort of pantomime gallop right into her 6/7th year I’m sure she grew out of it but her parents, (her mother was a psychologist) allowed her the rein (sic) to be what her mind represented to her as being, her identity.
Our bodies are remarkable things and generally nature gets it right in that our mind attune’s itself to what we appear to be but not always. Do we in fact follow the prompting of the mind in these matters or our anatomy. Does the bodies chemistry dictate our sex for instance regardless of being in possession of the organs which normally dictate whether you are a boy or girl. If it’s chemistry and not equipment then how much more does chemistry dictate who we are and if we are a chemical soup, unpredictable, then this unpredictability this lottery of substance is scary to say the least. In societies in which conformity is the essence of the society then characteristic norms will be thrust upon all children to conform and maybe there is some justification in this given the possible range of chemical outcomes. Modern western thought wishes to accommodate these variances as being the new norms, we begin to see new assemblies of chemical, possibly genome divergence establish themselves as a new minority, each with its demand for representation.
If the basic building blocks are changed to erect new forms of structure regardless of ones anatomy, a biological anatomy which developed to establish a purpose, that of producing progeny to ensure the species kept going, this Darwinian pact is made a mockery of if the only meaningful ingredient is lust. If on the other hand we have developed our sense of who we are, outside the Darwinian credo (survival of the fittest). The definition of strongest, traditionally masculine, in a world which has learnt to cosset so much by its insistence on safety loses its familiar importance. If strong means mentally adroit then in many fields women are far far stronger than men and since brute strength is loosing its appeal and in the age of AI it will continue to lose out, then the reliance men placed on being stronger is waining each decade.
Men had better find a new role for themselves considering their decreasing lack of relevance in species preservation, as they continue to  loose out on the fundamentals and substitute their part by waiting in the queue at the sperm bank.