So, I did some research. Is it possible to be allergic to man oil? How good or bad can the spunk be? A girl’s got to know.
Based on my findings, here’s the down and dirty on what to expect when going down: Sperm only makes up about 1 percent of ejaculate. The seminal fluid is where all the goods are. Your average tablespoon of jism is a protein-packed, nutrient-rich cocktail of sugars, amino acids, minerals, vitamins, and hormones. Base ingredients include fructose, sorbitol, inositol, glutathione, DNA, creatine, phosphorus, zinc, magnesium, calcium, ascorbic acid, citric acid (Vitamin C), enzymes, phosphate, Vitamin B12, choline, potassium, lactic acid, cholesterol, nitrogen, testosterone, prostaglandins, and other trace elements.
That said, the amount of nutritive values of your man’s baby gravy can vary radically—ranging upwards of 400 percent—from serving to serving. Caloric-wise (cuz I know some of you ladies still like to count your calories) we’re looking at about fifteen calories per wad. If you ask me, it’s still better than an egg white omelet.
If all this breaks down to basic ingredients that are good for you, how is it that the cream sauce can make me break out in hives? My doctor said it’s likely an allergic reaction to the proteins in his junk that aren’t quite compatible with mine.
For me, it wasn’t the end of the world, but I did discover that it could have been—and for some of my sisters it is—much worse. Semen allergies, known as human seminal plasma protein hypersensitivity (SPH), are no joke for women who experience a range of mild reactions such as redness, itching, and swelling to more serious reactions such as pain, hives, burning, and blisters. But it’s really no laughing matter when the allergy is severe enough to cause angioedema, wheezing, and in rare cases, apoplectic shock. In those circumstances, I might recommend finding a new man. (Or at least stock up on condoms.)
In my case, the aforementioned boyfriend is now an ex, and I can only think that my body was trying to tell me something that my mind already knew, but wasn’t quite ready to admit at the time: that, at a very basic level, we were incompatible.
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