[Thanks again, Yawgri.]


The Student Senate is probably like a teacher's nightmare in some respects. One person is standing making a speech or proposing something, and all through the lecture hall where we meet other senators are texting each other (or someone somewhere else), writing notes on paper (because some of us turn off our cells), or having conversations. It's rather gratifying to see that a lot of that does stop when I am speaking, but even when Madison is talking, a little of that stuff is still happening. It seems disrespectful, or at least not the best way to pay attention, but somehow we do get our business done.

Luke has become like the unofficial page or something. He's almost always at our meetings, running errands or just watching Mads. Once he rolls in in his wheelchair (his prostheses can start to hurt sometimes). I guess a lot of people know already that he is a double amputee, but some obviously don't. It's like there's this pause... and then everything gets going again. It's a really cool wheelchair, one of those you can use in races and other sports.

Most of the time, Luke just looks like this incredibly built and handsome student who is interested in what we are doing and in helping.... and who is in love with Madison. One time they kiss. It isn't like in front of everybody, but a few other people do see them. It makes me kinda proud of them... I guess now I do have a personal reason for wanting California to legalize gay marriage or some kind of domestic partner thing.

They really do complement each other. Madison, the one who is always pushing to DO something, sometimes without thinking it all completely through. Luke, the soul, if you will, the one who points out long term consequences or spiritual aspects to things. I love them both and the way they together are something extraordinary.

We still do three ways once in a while, but it's more like they haven't figured out how to ignore my big ol' cock and they still want to include me in the love... It's nice, but it's not something we do that much anymore.

I've actually started dating a girl from one of my classes. We don't fuck for like the first 4 or 5 times we go out. It is really so cool to just be getting to know each other and let the fucking come later, but then I am getting so freakin' horny; so, one night I wear the same jeans and t-shirt I did the time Luke and I meet. Man! She's like... I don't know... she's trying hard not to look because she's so into ME, I mean, you know, the me who she's been getting to know? And here's this body... and this DICK... all there... can't be ignored. I am almost wishing I've worn less revealing clothes... almost... and then she just... says, like "you CANNOT wear shit like that around me and get away with it!"

"Wha..." I don't know what she means, and then she smiles.

So, we have this fantastic exploration session. You know? Like, she gets to see all of my unusual physical characteristics up close and personal... and she totally loves it all... totally! Still, she has NEVER had a dick as big as mine anywhere NEAR her pussy. It's not going in there, or her mouth, or her ass for that matter. She just fucking looks at it and touches it and watches it go from soft to hard and plays with the foreskin... and yeah, she's got that same curiosity about my nipples and my biceps and my completely hairless ass... she looks everywhere and at everything! It's not like I am a specimen in a lab, really... it's more like she's already had a chance to appreciate the ME inside and now here's all this surprising and fun stuff on the outside... She's like a kid in a candy store.

I let her do that for a while, but I am getting her clothes off of her too... and Man! She's like so different from every other girlfriend I've ever had. These perfect tits... small, but firm and round and smooth and so... so wonderful to touch. Nipples on them like totally out of proportion! They stick way into my mouth when I suck on them... Oh, yeah! When I see them they just have to have my mouth on them!

And she's like average height for a girl, and she's not model thin or "chunky" either, just like... soft, female, touchable... yeah, really touchable. And pubic hair a lot like mine, doesn't really show up much and not much there... no stubble under her arms or on her legs, but she's got to shave them because they are so completely smooth.

If my tongue was a dick, it'd come just sliding into her pussy! The little bit of hair there is like so fine and soft and really, almost NOT there... and the lips are like so smooth and firm and ... inside is so hot and silky... a clit like a little tiny dick and a vagina like a little slick slot... just waiting for the right dick to slide in there... or tongue! She has the best orgasms! I seriously think I could give up on putting my dick in just to keep enjoying how she comes with my tongue and with my finger! Really!

Okay, so the dick has to go somewhere, and over the next couple of weeks, we do start exploring THOSE possibilities too. So far we've only worked up to her being able to get the head in her mouth and the head and about seven inches into her pussy. I'm not so sure we'll ever get much more in there, but what we've got is still so fantastic. It's like we get along so well physically, despite all the difficulties because I am so big, because we get along so well as people, humans... intelligent, THINKING beings...

I am no fortune teller, and I can't see the future. Still, I know some things I want to see. Luke and Madison in some formalized permanent relationship, maybe even with an adopted child or two. Us out of Iraq and treating other nations in the world like equals we don't always agree with, not children we have to force into compliance. Me married, don't know yet if it will be with Michelle or someone else, but securely united with someone who I can comfortably and lovingly spend the rest of my life with...

Like, maybe we wait until we're twenty-five or so to get married. You know? So that we're sure we're mature and in love enough to be really doing the right thing. Then we wait about five years to have our first child, one we conceive and nurture through the pregnancy, playing classical music, talking to him or her, laughing, and making sure the endorphines are often present... giving that first child the best possible beginning we can in the womb and after.

Maybe doing it again a few years later, or maybe we start adopting, giving children who haven't had the same chance for a great beginning what we can to help them be happy, loved, connected citizens of the world.

Yeah, I started this thread with a "poor me" dirge thing going, but I am ending it with an ode to how fortunate I am. It's not about my dick or my body or where I live. It's about who I am and what I can do... and what I choose to do. I choose to use everything I've got, both endowed and cultivated, to help us all live in a healthier and happier world.

Let it start here and now with me... and if it has started elsewhere and with someone else, let me be a strong part of it. Let the circles of influence radiate out, touching this sphere and the creatures living on it at every level.

I am the right man at the right time to alter the course of history. I won't do it alone, and I won't always be the one who is seen or known, but I'll be there. Men and women will follow my example, give me guidance, nurture and inspire me.

What I do matters.