Rod Liddle Rod Liddle

Soon, having sex and having children will be utterly disconnected

One day kids will be a lifestyle choice, an accessory, devolved from notions of faith and nature. But we’re not there yet

issue 12 September 2015

What is tougher for a kid? To be born black in a predominantly white neighbourhood, or to be born to surrogate lesbian parents?

Payton Cramblett, aged three, is both. She lives in Uniontown, Ohio — a suburb of unlovely Akron, tyre capital of the United States. Her parents are the butch, crew-cut dyke Jennifer Cramblett and the slightly less identifiably lesbian Amanda Zinkon. They are not best pleased. They bought six vials of semen from a nearby sperm bank at a cost of $400 a pop. I don’t know how much of the stuff you get in a vial — I assume no more than a couple of quick squirts — but anyway, it was via this wholly natural and romantic conduit that little Payton was created. I am not entirely au fait with the process, I confess, but I am sure that it is deeply loving and romantic, no matter what complicated implements are required.

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