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For some reason that is still unknown to me, in the late nineteen-seventies, I began drawing pictures of individual sperm cells that supposedly represented what mine looked like just before devouring an egg. I'm fairly certain that I was aware that the sperm cell doesn't actually eat the egg—or that it doesn't have a mouth for that matter—but I wanted my sperm to be all angst-driven and formidable, so this concept made for a better presentation. Below are recreations of actual sperm images that I drew repeatedly from about 1978 to 1983 and then (shudder) gave to girls.

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