I don’t want children, ever. I see beyond their initial cuteness, beyond the disturbingly egotistical feeling of their being completely dependent on you and (supposedly) loving you completely, beyond the even more insanely egotistical desire to have someone that carries on something as meaningless as genes and names and (supposedly) takes care of you in your decrepit years. Bringing a child into this overcrowded, ill world can only make things worse in the long term. All you’re creating is another problem, another person who you will gradually lose control of and who may very well become something you never expected and cannot understand.
To that end, I will have a vasectomy as soon as this is practical, so that I’m ‘shooting blanks’ and accidents cannot happen. I will probably have to do some serious medical tourism for this, so it might take a while to find the right opportunity, but I’m convinced that one day I will be able to sigh in relief and know that sex will be a purely recreational, sperm-free activity from then on.
