It looks like the voyeurists have it- 57% were A-okay with being immortalized on video as long as you retained full custody of the tape (wait, are they even tapes nowadays?). And what can I say? If you like it, I love it. So by all means, go ahead and get your Paris on. I think it’s fantastic that your self esteem is that unshakable. Just please be sure to try and tone those soft and squishy parts before hand to avoid unnecessary jiggle (if it’s a spontaneous decision- dim the lights), DO NOT look into the camera (nothing says faked orgasm like having one eye open), and for god’s sake find a safe hiding place for the memory cards (I’m thinking a bank safe deposit box is probably most appropriate).
In the meantime, until I completely forget all the hometraining that Elsa painstakingly instilled (with a very wide leather belt), I’m sticking with the 42% who don’t need physical proof of our ability to turn it out. First and foremost because I genuinely believe memories are the best pictures (isn’t it funny how you never remember the cellulite when reminiscing on good times?). But also because, as many of my friends know, I tend to be a bit of an overachiever. Which is fine when you’re talking about work and team sports (who doesn’t want to win?). But for something like this, not so much. Knowing myself, I’d wind up overanalyzing instead of appreciating the whole act. I can hear myself now: Do you think my back was arched enough? Does that color bra makes me look fat? Are my knees ashy?
Sigh, it’s way too much pressure.
