There’s a website for women who used sperm banks to have children. It’s called www.donorsiblingregistry.com, and it enables the turkey baster set to connect with one other and discover whether their kids have half-siblings.
A sperm donor in Virginia – Mr. 401, if you please – “fathered” (and I mean that in the most limited sense) at least 11 babies. Many of these moms were attracted to his personal essay, particularly the part where he called his own mother “a ray of light.” (Maybe he was just a Madonna fan…)
Another crew of 22 women who had used sperm from the same donor also found one another. God, I’d love to read his essay!
The 401 moms are talking, emailing, posting baby pics on message boards, sharing health developments, and hoping for a reunion someday with all the siblings. Would donor dad be invited to such a fete? No fucking way:
(The women) want to make it very clear that in signing up on the site, they were not looking for a husband or a relationship, and they are not romanticizing about the donor.
A few years back, I saw a documentary that profiled several sperm donors. Only one of them stuck in my mind because he was such an insufferable narcissist and he took himself way too seriously. And he played the bongos, which can be a good thing, but not if you’re a humorless egomaniac.