At Wyzax Surrogacy Consultants, we ensure that all of our animals, I mean surrogates, are well provided for and attended to- in the most comfortable of home environments.

The stay of surrogates at surrogate homes offers distinct advantages as follows:
a)-Our Co-ordinators & Social workers can have a direct control over the surrogates
b)-Surrogate tests, medicines, food, nutrition & hygiene can be strictly monitored
c)-Any unforeseen complications can be immediately attended to
d)-A positive environment can be created for the surrogates through devotional music, extra curricular activities, entertainment tools, & by engaging them in developing vocational skills
e)-Strict monitoring can be done to ensure that the surrogates avoid physical contact through crucial periods of pregnancy
f)-It can be ensured that the surrogates stay away from prohibited activities like smoking, consuming alcohol, eating tobacco, etc
g)-Complete physical & mental rest can be ensured , especially after ET
h)-The surrogates can be provided a family environment by allowing them to be with their husbands & kids regularly
i)-Proper security for the surrogates can be ensured
j)-Human rights of the surrogates can be ensured
k)-Basic needs for a comfortable living can be provided- hot & cold water, coolers & heaters, television & radio, refrigerator & cooking gas, etc.

“As soon as men have figured out how to have babies without women, it will be the end of women kind, it will be the coming gynocide.” -Andrea Dworkin.

Surrogacy is a great place to start in the devaluing of women.

On this episode, we hear first from a woman who never knew her biological father. Her lesbian mother had an affair with a man and never told him about the pregnancy. Later in life, the woman experienced infertility for herself and was encouraged by her doctor to use an egg donor.

Our second story is by a transgender donor-conceived person- it is a beautiful letter written to hir father, asking him in a number of ways one simple question, who are you?

Dynamic story from a woman who never knew her father, grew up with her gay mother, and later on confronted the fertility industry and all of its webs of possibilities when she discovered her own infertility.

 

I grew up with an identity problem which affected my relationships and self esteem, not to mention the undescribable “longing” and constant ache to know the piece of me that was missing…

…I was unable to get pregnant, because my eggs were too old. We consulted with a fertility doctor who advised us to use an egg donor.

One story, and one poem – from two donor-conceived people with very different views.

A new story has been submitted over at Anonymous Us.

They just need one of you with deep pockets and a law degree to take it up in court and the law would change.

http://www.ottawacitizen.com/health/yuck/5534532/story.html

I remember once listening to a podcast about how only children are happier because they don’t have to compete for their parent’s attention. Apparently, the more siblings you have, the harder it is to get love, resources, and affection.

I pity the kids from the Partridge Family.

But look at these numbers…

The Association of Reproductive Medicine has guidelines about how many offspring a donor may have in a geographic area. The limit is 25 children per population of 800,000. A friend of mine recently did the math on how many siblings a donor-conceived friend of hers could potentially have, according to the moral and public health guidelines of the ASRM.

Harris County Texas

3,984,349 pop/800,000 = 5 x 25 = 125 children per donor

Texas

24,782,302 pop/800,000 = 31 x 25 = 775 children per donor

U.S.

307,006,550 pop/800,000 = 384 x 25 = 9,600 children per donor

North America

528,720,588 pop/800,000 = 661 x 25 = 16,523 children per donor

Earth

6,775,235,700 pop/800,000 = 8469 x 25 = 211,725 children per donor

I doubt our dear donors will have enough time to catch a coffee with each of their children so much as once a year. That’s bad news for all us kids who be needin’ our papas.

Let us not trust the fertility industry to regulate themselves.

AnonymousUs.org, along with my personal story, got the front page of Svenska Dagbladet today (one of Sweden’s big 3 newspapers). This both online, and in print. The newspaper has roughly 250,000 print subscribers- in a country of 9 million.

Today in Sweden, married couples (both straight and lesbian) have legal access to sperm donation. However, donors are true to their title and do not receive payment. Each donor is limited to 6 donations. All pregnancies are initiated and assisted by a medical professional (no entrepreneurs). The non-biological social parent must write and sign a letter of consent to the procedure. And all children are given access to their true family origin at age 18, with their father’s information stored centrally, in a protected government database until they wish to access such information. And that information is protected for, I believe, over 70 years.

Single women may not access these services.

However, it takes all of 2 seconds to hop on a train to Copenhagen and impregnate yourself by an anonymous Dane, so the conversation is still pumping here in Stockholm.

Here are some comments from the article, translated by good ole’ Google.

So, she believes that gay boy’s children will have problems with anger and identification. How dare she suggest such a thing?

Like, they’re the result of real and true love, and not old outdatedheteronormativitet. Children * is * a right - for hetrosexuella through the agency of nature, and for certain other groups of a right by law.

- Actually, we should set quotas for the children so that LGBT-pairs have the same number of children per couple hetero-normative-pairs.

By the way, no where in the article did I ever mention anything about gays using ART. Nowhere.

And then there are the these:

One of the most thought-provoking articles on the topic for many years in the Swedish press, with the perspective that often (in our country) is completely absent. The usual (and unthinking) dismissal for ”empatilöshet” do not bite when Alana herself is so concerned by the topic she was talking about that she can be. Maybe why she so masterfully demonstrates the contradictions and lack of consideration of the ”donation industrial complex”?

Google Translate isn’t perfect, but you get the idea.

Just wanted to give an official ‘Thank You’ to Anna Lagerblad for her ear and her article.

A woman writes about her husband’s Klinefelters syndrome- which was mentioned here in another Anonymous Us post titled ‘Endocrine Disruptors’.

She writes:

My husband has a genetic condition called Klinefelters Syndrome, or XXY… We went as fas as having both his testicles cut open and parts of them removed to see if we could find any sperm at all…there was nothing. Not even one. It broke our hearts.

She continues on a sympathetic description of the pains of infertility, then continues with:

I hear the argument about “Thats what nature intended for you” a lot, but please let me tell you that I am 100% healthy and fertile. I have had every test under the sun to make sure of it. Its definitely NOT what nature intended for ME. I could walk away from my husband and fall pregnant to another man and never think about infertility again…But what sort of person would that make me? Would I be able to live with myself after that?

Maybe she should follow the advice of this woman who used donor sperm to have her child: entry titled ‘It’s not a perfect world, but it’s my world’:

Perhaps I should’ve never married an infertile man knowing how badly I wanted children. Can’t go back now. Can’t get a redo on that chapter of my life. Biggest mistake made – Marrying someone who couldn’t produce and didn’t want children. And then complicating the whole situation by adding an adopted child and a donor child to the whole mix. Adding the children wasn’t the mistake. It was the husband that was the mistake.

Klinefelters is the most common chromosomal disorder in males.

Just found this amazing blog called “song of a surrogate”.

It looks to me like I was bought and sold. You can dress it up with as many pretty words as you want. You can wrap it up in a silk freaking scarf. You can pretend these are not your children. You can say it is a gift or you donated your egg to the IM. But the fact is that someone has contracted you to make a child, give up your parental rights and hand over your flesh and blood child. I dont care if you think I am not your child, what about what I think! Maybe I know I am your child.When you exchange something for money it is called a commodity.

This week I had my fears confirmed. I’m in London- which is great because the documentary Donor Unknown is screening around the UK. It’ raining heavy, my band-mate Angela just got in town yesterday. She agrees to come see the film with me which is in a really nice independent cinema in Notting Hill. I knew that a few donor-conceived people were going to come to the screening. I was excited to meet some new people in the community. I met two women, both involved with UKDonorLink, and two men, all in their twenties.

The film follows JoEllen Marsh, through her journey in discovering her 14 half-sibling and biological father Jeffrey. JoEllen never had a social father- her mother didn’t swing that way. And of all the 14 half-siblings, only one was conceived in a hetero-normative family with a present social father (but the social father made no appearance in the film). JoEllen is bubbly, intelligent, attractive, and altogether very likable. She makes for a great character to introduce regular people into donor-conception as a topic. She takes a lot of the edge off the creepiness of the practice just by showing up and being her charming self.

JoEllen’s father turns out to be a beach-bum- a long-haired, tie-dye wearing, conspiracy theory, Southern California hippie. He admitted to paying rent for 8 years straight by selling his sperm. When we see the kids together, the family resemblance is undeniable. When we see them bond and talk and interact, there is no getting over how their shared blood obviously bonds them. I definitely encourage you to see the film. It isn’t political. It doesn’t make any sweeping statements about the morality of the practice. It is a well-filmed portrait of one family’s unique story. JoEllen and all of her siblings become the viewers’ first donor-conceived friends- which is an important first step in caring about DC issues in general. I didn’t think the film dug very deep on some of the serious issues with DC, although they did make a big point about consanguinity.

What I was most surprised by was what happened after the screening.

Angela and I went outside with my new donor-conceived acquaintances (again 2 female, 2 male). We all asked each other what we though of the film, and one of the men (let’s call him Brad) kept repeating “I can’t believe they chose a beach bum”. I didn’t quite understand why he was so upset by the fact that Jeffrey, the father, was a beach bum. Brad asked me, “How would you feel if your father were a beach bum?”. I told him that piece of the story didn’t bother me at all. The women and I began asking each other questions about our social fathers. One of the women said she had ” a complete aversion to her social father”. She didn’t want to be touched by him. She didn’t feel comfortable around him, even before her parents told her she knew she didn’t like her social father. She didn’t even really consider him her “dad”.

I pointed a remark at the DC men I had just met, mentioning the only DC men I had ever met were Tom Ellis and David Gollancz, and only briefly. I said “Wow- I would really love to hear more about the male perspective on being DC.” At which point Brad immediately burst “It’s 10 times worse!” I asked him why he thought so. Brad and I had a really hard time communicating. We were both speaking English, but words clearly did not mean the same thing to us. Finally I think I began to understand what he was trying to say.

Imagine your father is a beach-bum. Donor conception has been around for 30 years, they could have made a film about anyone but they chose a beach-bum! Look at how they’re trying to make you feel!

That’s what Brad said to me. Donor-conception has been around for over a century, but that’s not the point. What Brad was describing was how belittled and small and impotent and marginalized he felt being a donor-conceived man. What he was really saying was:

Imagine if your father was a nobody. Imagine if your father was a washed up tool, used for his spare parts, unworthy of respect. Now imagine being of him, his son. Imagine weaving that person into the story of who you are and who you’re destined to be. Paid to be absent. So shameful we don’t even want to know your name.

I have a theory about DC men. I’ve read about what makes young men violent. The vast majority of men in prison grew up fatherless. I know that men who grow up to be misogynists (gangster rap anyone?) themselves grew up fatherless. To me, if you’re a true feminist, you should be doing everything you can to make sure your little boy has a great dad present and very involved because that little boy will grow up with a much healthier sense of his own masculinity and how to feel like a man while still engaging, respecting and cooperating with women.

Basically, if you want to end misogyny, you have to end misandry- that’s my point of view.

In our simple, and what should have been illuminating discussion- I for some reason find Brad beginning to yell at me and Angela. In an unprovoked instant he begins to call Angela a c***. I threw my hands up and told him he can’t talk to my friend like that and before I knew it he pushed me violently against the wall. He would have punched me in the face if it weren’t for the other DC people intervening. Angela and I said a quick goodbye and got out of there as swiftly as we could. Brad called us tramps as we walked away.

It was fascinating.

Anger. Violence. Misogyny. Shame.

This was a man that was sooo angry. Without anywhere to direct his anger (having just seen a movie that made him feel so horrible about himself) he had to throw his fist at someone. For some reason, that someone was me. That’s a moment I’ll never forget. He seemed to very much represent what I had been fearing about DC males.

In Nigeria, 32 women and girls have been rescued from a “baby factory” where they were given small amounts of money ($170) to hand over their babies to a doctor, who would then turn around and sell the babies to the highest bidder. Some of the women were raped in order to be re-impregnated.

Boy sells kidney for iPad.

Reminds me of when I first discovered the Falun Gong Practitioners and the unbelievable organ harvesting currently happening in China.It also reminds me of myself, and the growing number of women who are selling their eggs (unborn children), usually to pay off debt or make a big purchase. It also reminds me of the serial egg donor I met who now runs her own surrogacy business and had obviously undergone a number of plastic surgeries.

Should it be legal to sell body parts? Should it be legal to sell other people’s body parts? Should it be legal to sell other people’s entire bodies? For an education? A house? A new nose? An iPad? Why do some people advocate the goodness of reproductive technologies (the production of babies) just because an impoverished woman in India or two have been able to buy homes? But yet we cringe when someone does something similar for the latest and greatest Cupertino export.

Slippery slopes folks.

“I felt angry… Why were we separated?” Answer: “For a Twin Study!”
“Can you legally take kids and just do what you want with them?”

This has been a headache getting recorded while on the road, but here it finally is.

“Having a biological child was extremely important to me.”

Are you ready for this?