Diminishing Returns

I feel compelled to report that my memories and orgasms grow weaker with repetition.

My most precious memories lose detail and strength every time I review them. Soon they become as blurry and featureless as a photocopy of a photocopy, of a photocopy, down to the tenth generation. Every time there is less emotion, less strength, less everything. Until I put the memory away on a shelf and hope that it regains some strength with rest.

The same thing happens to me with orgasms, whether solo or duo. Each succeeding time, it is harder to achieve and less powerful, until it won't come at all and i give up. Experience tells me that my orgasmic capacity does regenerate with time, thank heavens, but I'm not a fan of this law of diminishing returns.

My First Demonstration

The first time I marched in a demonstration, the clamor of rain hitting umbrellas drowned out the speakers.

The ecumenibus had brought gay Lutherans, Jews, Catholics, and Episcopalians to Sacramento to march for legislation to protect folks from homophobic employers. I had come with a seasoned campaigner and had followed his advice to bring an extra set of clothes in a plastic bag.

I bought a button commemorating the march, which would grow into a collection, and marched proudly with my group, Lutherans Concerned for Gay and Lesbian Understanding. At the end of the march, we stood in a downpour to hear encouraging words from the leaders of the effort and our political allies. But the rain thundering down on our umbrellas made their words unintelligible.

Back on the bus, in dry clothes, I felt so proud to be part of a savvy group that was working for such a worthy goal. I had tried on the role of activist, and it fit.