I haven't checked "semen lore"... yet...

But this was removed from /r/phil, as well:

Some one asked me... Why is it that we want the ones that don't see us instead of the ones that do? I have never had that issue. Relationships were easy for me. I loved every man I was with and in my eyes they were beautiful.

Men have sung songs about me Wrote poems for me. Love letters mailed to me, handed to me, emailed to me, left on my windshield for me. Made playlist CDs for me. Sent flowers to me. Picked wildflowers for me. Took me on cruises, to tropical states, flew me to lunch on a day jaunt. Went to nudist hot springs with me Given me gifts. So many gifts. Computers, jewelry. Made me things, jewelry boxes ,a kitchen island, furniture, a potting bench... Took me to Vegas. Went camping without a tent just to show me the full moon at 8 thousand feet. Painted my name on a wall then covered the wall with permanent wall cabinets so it would never be painted over Dedicated things to me. Wrote my name on a beach in 10 foot letters. Burned my name into cement. Cooked gourmet meals for me. The romanticism of them all. Men have "seen" me. And loved me anyway.

I have known good men. Such good wonderful men. I rarely stayed the night. I always had the urge to leave right after the man I was with went to sleep. A need to leave. For some men it was a running joke. But I heard the pain and disappointment behind the words. I couldn't explain why. Even lying in the dark with arms around me I had to leave. I loved them. I still do. And the sex was fine. How could I tell them why when I didn't know myself? I always thought if I slept with someone and stayed till morning, then that would be the one.

I finally realized why. Sex is for anyone. The aftermath is for lovers.