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Monday, February 19, 2007

Do Women need Men - Readers Respond III







Stephanie and Bridget are Partners. These are not their real names, so if you know a Stephanie and Bridget, it’s not them. (But, it could be.) They are legally married and live as “Life-Partners” or simply partners. Depending on whom they are meeting they might introduce each other as “my wife.” Their marriage certificate makes no mention of man and wife, or bride and groom, instead it states “Party A” and “Party B”. The certificate is standard and is used for both heterosexual and gay couples.

In the marriage ceremony, where the pastor or official usually states, “ by the powers vested in me I pronounce you man and wife”, he stated, “I pronounce that you are now legally married ”, or that you are now legal spouses.

In another life they had both been married to men, and in Stephanie’s case she and her former husband have a daughter. Both of these women tried to conform to what society expected of them, but even as they made their vows they knew that what they were doing was wrong for them. They had known several women lovers, and they only found satisfaction with another woman. Love making with a man was a mechanical thing, and they learned to fake it, but in their hearts they knew that they could never be entirely happy in their role as wife to a man.

These were the days when one had to be incredibly brave to openly parade the fact that one was gay or lesbian. Now, with their new-found freedom they find themselves, like most other couples dreaming of raising a family. They are both of child-bearing age.

Help Wanted: One designer man to meet their criteria for the perfect father. The ideal
candidate would provide sperm to both ladies, and would appear on the birth certificates
of their children as their biological father. However, he must agree in advance to assign his parental rights and obligations to the ladies. They would consider, however, conferring upon him the role of Godfather.

The idea of a fully-grown man, taking himself off to be alone with a copy of a girly magazine is, I believe, one of the most misunderstood notions held by women. Ladies, we did that sort of thing when we were emerging sexually, but once we turned sixteen we would have to be absolutely desperate to do that. I can’t think of anything more lonesome, except perhaps doing a transaction with a prostitute.

I asked about the method of impregnation. They said that they expected that when they were ovulating I would take myself into a separate room and return with a cupful of little critters. Oh yuk!

At this point I didn’t even know that I had applied for the job.

Why not simply engage in sexual intercourse to deliver sperm to egg? After all, this is the natural method, and if, heaven forbid, they found some enjoyment from it, they would not go straight to lesbian purgatory or be drummed out of the corps. What they found wrong with that is the other partner is left entirely out of the process. That would have been the same as having a child with their previous spouses. That was not the idea. By delivering my sperm into a plastic cup, the other partner gets to introduce it via a turkey baster to the critical site where the little critters begin their swim upstream, and thereby that partner is involved. (Sort of.)

I said, considering what the objective was, the process involving the male donor leaves a lot to be desired. The entire procedure could be made into much more of a loving thing without leaving anyone out. I suggested that when it was fertile time for them that the three of us could gather for an early evening sherry, followed by dinner, and then we could retire to the bedroom. Candles would be lit, and incense be set to burn. We would play a CD of chanting by a monk’s choir. The bed would have been specially prepared and we would all disrobe. They would anoint my body with sweet smelling oils which would excite me towards climax, at which time I would kneel and a golden chalice would be held steady as they assisted me to a productive end. At the precise and right moment we would all hug, and the monks chant would rise in intensity, then all sound and movement would fall off to a calm hmmmmmm!

The ladies listened to this and enthusiastically agreed that this could work. They would have no objection and it would make for a much more memorable occasion.


So, I asked when do we start?


They replied, "when do we start? Umm! Oh! Err!"

Too bad after all that I didn’t fit their criteria of the ideal father. My fantasy sounded like fun.




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Do Women need Men-Readers Respond II


Do Women need Men
Readers Respond II


From Gary M. (19 yrs old)

I don’t know! Sometimes I think women do need men, then I go to the disco and I see all these young girls hanging close to each other. They do a lot of giggling and fondling one another to make it pretty obvious that they are into one another sexually and emotionally. I’m not talking about girls who are unattractive. On the contrary, all these girls could have their pick of any of us guys, but no, they are simply not interested. Us guys can’t even get a dance with one. It makes a young guy like me wonder what is going on. What can I look forward to in the future. What is my purpose in this world if it is not to be like my father.

I am not gay, and what’s more, I could never have any such feelings for another guy. So, I suppose I should finish my education and look for a good job. Usually, I think, a man would be eager to do these things so that he would be in a good position to serve his family. But, will I ever have a family if I can’t even meet a girl who likes guys.

I was talking to my mate about this and he thinks my opinion is too pessimistic. I certainly hope he’s right.

From Joan.

(Joan is a composite woman, as there are several individual ladies’ opinions rolled up into one, being as they are so similar.)

Men! Poor things. I can see why the question has come up. We women are on the move towards equality and independence, and I can see why many men would find this movement threatening. Men have had it their way for so long, but life is a dynamic thing. It is always changing. The challenge to the human species is to be flexible enough to bend with the winds of change.

Women are outright about who they are, and their sexuality. The good news, men, is that most probably there are no more lesbians today than there have ever been. They are just more visible. Their kind inhabit the total range, including some who are like feral cats. They mate anytime, anywhere, and without any kind of human warmth. At the other end there are those who seek genuine love, warmth and affection with one exclusive partner, and they want the familiar framework of hearth and home, complete with children. So, let it be!

I think I speak for the majority of us when I say that we would like to be less dependent on men for the material things of life, as I don’t think anyone actually enjoys being beholden to another person. Freedom is knowing that you can always move on if things are just not working out. Enslavement is the exact opposite.

Men and women are so different in many ways, but fundamentally, all people respond well to a sense of self-worth defined by the skills they have and the kind of work that they do. Even manual labour is rewarding if done well. Consequently, I enjoy my job, or call it a career, and I am happy about earning a decent liveable wage. I want to be able to nurture my child or children, and to have the respect of my community, and the security of a roof over our heads. As can be seen, there is ample room within these criteria for the support of a man. Life goes so much better when you are two to deal with the everyday stresses and strains.

Not matter what else, for us women who need men, late at night when we seek a cuddle in the arms of our significant other, it really is better if he is strong, has respect for me as a full human being, not just some sex object, and that he returns my love in equal measure. Nothing else can substitute at times like that. Not my pillow, not a Teddy Bear, and certainly not another woman. Now that’s what I call real Men’s Work!

Wow! Thank you Joan, and Thank you Gary!

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