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It’s been recently discovered that the sperm swim widly, blindly, stupidly, randomly wriggling.
More or less directionless.
Heads thrashing back and forth more than their tails.
A panicking crowd that doesn’t flock.
They are caught by the sticky surface of the egg.
They don’t seek out the egg.
They are trapped by the egg.
Then, while thrashing wildly, they are absorbed.
Once inside they realign and there is another gate.
The egg is in charge of opening it.
The egg is not docile, waiting for the best and strongest to smash through its defenses.
It is not a victim.
It is not passive.
It is a participant.
Like all good sex.
The sperm is not a heat-seeking ICBM on a soldier’s mission, carrying a payload to a target.
It doesn’t burrow its way through defenses.
It does not drill and thrash through walls built to withstand them.
It is not an aggressor
It is not attacking
It is not autonomous.
It is indiscriminately flailing.
Perhaps in need of rescue.
For though the union annihilates both by mixing them.
The rest die.
The eggs one by one off of eve’s pirate ship plank.
The sperm in their millions (millions!) every time, successful or not.
Their life blooms and exponentially dances outward
In handshakes and spirals, fingerprints and motion
But genesis is mutual, not forced.
The new study states "the egg is not merely a large, yolk-filled sphere into which the sperm burrows to endow new life. Rather, recent research suggests the almost heretical view that sperm and egg are mutually active partners."
This is consent on a microscopic scale.
This redefines the metaphor.
The lies we were all told.
About men and women.


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This was a world without men.

The men had been killed or died out a long time ago. The reasons why were unclear.

There were stories of a plague that caused all the men to be infertile. Their use to the race was questionable after that. Women found a way to reproduce the race in laboratories but could only produce women. Something in the air interfered with the production of males, even in controlled laboratory conditions.

There were riots. A lot of the men were killed, only hastening their execution. Typical stupid male behaviour. As the percentages of police forces, judges, CEOs and Cartel Queenpins rose up to first equal then supersede the percentage of men in society, laws were changed.

Men were gathered. Seen at first as objects of pity, then objects of scorn, then a danger to society, they were tagged and tracked like animals.

The last one died hundreds of years ago.

The women had run a mostly peaceful earth ever since. Not without it’s problems, certainly, but by and large they all agreed that it was better than what they read in the history books.

The death of Man had been seen as a necessary shedding of primitive traits on a race level to make the ascension to the next level of evolution possible.

There were statues commemorating men here and there. And of course, the statues of men already present were left standing. Their beards and moustaches looked so alien.

No one living on Earth at the moment had memories involving men. There were only films and books.


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