Amy Venezia

 

 

Immortality, chivalry, ravenous sex, soul mates, romance, valor, protection, magic, mystery, desire, passion, loyalty, mindreading, diving into the depths of one’s own darkness just to be saved by one’s own light in the nick of time….

 

Bella, Edward, Bill, Sookie…

 

Is there really a question as to why Vampires have stolen the hearts of people across this suppressed country?

 

 

What woman doesn’t want her man looking at her like he can’t cross the room  quick enough to devour her?

 

What man doesn’t want the innocent yet, passionate woman who is in utter adoration towards them…in such need of their protection.

 

Obviously, the vampire story is nothing new. The Vampire story plays on the very basic and primal needs in both men and women.

 

Being wanted and needed? The basic nutrients and miracle growth needed to a male ego.

 

Being faithful, loyal, protective and having ‘eyes only for you’…can’t help myself, it is in my basic makeup to want you and only you? Everything a woman has ever wanted in a man.

 

Having an excuse or free pass to have neck twisting, explosive sex (had to watch True Blood to get that one)…walking a constant fine line between love and hate…acting on your every urge and passion…if, even just for a day?

 

Could go on and on…

 

There are so many reasons this is sweeping the nation…

 

But, the number one being…they are literally hitting a vein in our world right now. The irony in it all is instead of being bloodsucking villains, vampires are helping put the blood back into a dry and becoming heartless, society.

 

I was in Borders books the other day and one of the cashiers asked me what I thought about the whole Twilight series…

 

She was young, maybe just in college. For some reason, she felt I was the one to make conversation with.

 

I stood there as she looked at me, waiting for my answer.

 

I looked at her and said, “It comes down to what we all want. Chemistry so powerful with another; connection so deep it is almost psychic. Passion so strong it is like a force in its own. Love so true, it is eternal. And, some kind of bond between each other that no matter what another does; you will always come back to that bond. ”

 

What a relief…pressure all off. Knowing you can make a mistake. Knowing no mistake is big enough to break it. Nothing can separate you from the love of the other. It is destined. A sure thing. It is forever.

 

I am going to get really deep here…try and come with me:).

 

If there is such thing as a Higher Power, if you believe at all, no matter what your beliefs. Isn’t that what we are all trying to get back to every day? Feeling that nothing can separate us from that love? There is no mistake that will make that love turn away. The feeling that no matter what we choose, what path we end up walking, we won’t be forsaken. We won’t experience loss.

 

Maybe that is why we search and long for it so much in another person. Because, there is this whole in all of us…a part of us that wants to acknowledge the shadow side of being human, as well as the light and be loved for it all. No matter what.

 

Or, maybe we’re just fascinated…;)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thought I had heard them all…

 

 

But this takes the cookie-

 

 

One of the things that I hear the most from women about what drives them nuts about men, is this-

 

 

The inability to take responsibility when caught doing something “wrong”.

 

 

Now, “wrong” has a lot of variations according to the one judging.

 

 

But,  in most cases and with a lot of men, the “wasn’t me” excuse seems to be an innate reflex.

 

 

In other words, it is always someone or something else’s fault.

 

 

 

“Why didn’t you call when you said you would?”, she asks. His response?- “ Because my cell phone battery went dead and the charger in the car all the sudden broke and then a pack of gorillas stole all my friends phones and none of the pay phones would take my change and the phone at the bar got struck by lightening and….”

 

 

How about an “ I forgot to” or “Didn’t feel like it”? or “ Because I was too busy talking to the hot girls standing next to us?”

 

 

Why is it so hard for men to state the obvious? And why is it so easy for women to pretend fake belief in the excuse, all the while keeping a mental check list of white lies in the back of their minds for future use and weaponry?

 

 

The “WASN”T ME “ Syndrome- a vicious cycle that both sexes equally play a part in.

 

 

 

Now, this especially comes out when men are caught in the act of cheating.

 

 

 

You could literally walk in on them in the act and they will still cling to the “wasn’t me” like a man overboard clinging to a life preserver.

 

 

 

I thought I had heard some pretty creative excuses-

 

 

However, I have to say, the excuse I am about to talk about made me reconsider…

 

 

 

In the news today, there is a story about a singer who has just been “caught” having multiple, what he calls, “spiritual” relationships with women other than his wife.

 

 

 

Spiritual a.k.a. sexual.

 

 

 

His excuse?

 

 

 

He is blaming his religion-

 

 

 

Yep, stating that his faith allows for multiple wives/partners and this has caused him to cheat.

 

 

Although, his wife was completely oblivious to the loop hole in their religion.

 

 

 

Really?

 

 

Blame it on alien abduction or someone put a gun to your head and said that if you didn’t cheat on your wife you would never see your family again…I could have more respect for these than blaming a religion that you choose to follow and then all the sudden need to make a scapegoat of your hormones.

 

 

 

What has happened to inner integrity?

 

 

I am not talking about morals. I am talking about choices and responsibility going hand in hand.

 

 

If you are going to choose something- choose it with all your heart, mind and body. Back up that choice with bravado

Or, don’t make the choice at all.

 

 

Inner integrity takes balls.

 

 

Men wonder why they are not understood and not accepted for how they are by women.

 

 

You have to show your true face to be truly accepted. With the infidelity rate sky high. With overwhelming surge and success of porn.

 

 

Why can’t we acknowledge the elephant in the room?

If, instead of facing the breakdown we have in relationships in the area of sexuality with fear, we can face it with eyes willing to see and ears willing to hear? If we can take it apart brick by brick to see what both of us, men and women, are choosing to contribute to the mess? Maybe then we can begin to understand and accept ourselves.

Then comes acceptance of each other.

Then comes real LOVE. Transparent love. The true definition of intimacy.

 

 

MEN LOVE SEX and are not made to only think of  and desire ONE woman.

 

 

MEN ARE NOT HAIRY FEMALES!!!

 

 

Even though women want them to be just that- think and feel like women in a masculine body.

 

 

I could write a book on this alone…

 

 

Oh wait, I am doing just thatJ

 

 

 

Stay tuned…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is it a curse or a blessing to be young and single in the year 2009?

 

 

 

To walk the line between obligation relations of my parents generation and instant gratification relations of my generation.

 

 

 

Sometimes I envy the days when there was no text or email to add to the delusion that hormones and endorphins already provoke in attraction.

 

 

 

As I sat talking with a friend this morning this is what came to mind…

 

 

 

My friend has been texting and emailing every day with someone who is in a committed relationship-

 

 

 

I have been there, same boat, over the last couple years. Thinking you have a foundation of a friendship or a connection that is growing-

 

 

 

But then, just like the erase button on your phone or the delete button on your email- you find that the foundation was about as solid as a cloud.

Now, I am not talking about people you are doing business with or talking with for other reasons than personal…

And personally, I don’t really like  talking on the phone. I much more prefer to talk through text or email unless it is a conversation that needs that kind of attention.

 

 

 

Anyway,  here is my friend, starting to have feelings for a person that shares a home and dogs and bank accounts and life with her boyfriend- yet has this little communication going on everyday through text and email.

 

 

 

My friend really diggs this girl…and their growing friendship…

 

 

 

However,

 

 

 

 

 

In the realm of communication, I have come to learn this truth-

 

 

 

 

 TEXT always equals NEXT…

 

 

 

Next please!

 

 

 Next filler in line, next thrill…next high….next person to pass the time.

 

 

 

I told my friend to watch it…guard his heart.

 

 

 

To me,  a person who is in a committed relationship, that is texting and carrying on communication on a daily basis with someone other than their partner-

 

 

 

That person is an intimacy junkie.

 

 

 

Period.

 

 

 

Now, that doesn’t mean that they are to blame. The person on the other end of the text makes the choice to take the bait and stay on the line.

 

 

 

But let’s face it-

 

 

 

There is about as much substance in text as there is in a piece of celery-

 

 

 

 You are basically gnawing on a stick of water…

 

 

 

Now, maybe if you were in the desert- a stick of water a.k.a. celery would be like a slice of heaven to you…

 

 

 

And maybe, in the desert of a committed, yet unhappy relationship- text “relations” is that slice of heaven to a person?

 

 

 

I think though when it comes to your heart-

 

 

 

All should text with caution…

 

 

 

Knowing- that just like anything else that comes with a warning label, sometimes there are risks and one should proceed with caution.

 

 

 

Intimacy junkies are those who need a fix of faux intimacy. While they play house with their girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands and wives.

 

 

 

They don’t get it from their own connection with their lover, yet they are not at a place yet with in themselves to face the truth and make the hard choices that might, just might make them happy.

 

 

 

We have all been there at one time or another in life.

 

 

 

I wonder what it is going to take for all of us to get real? When all around there are options to stay unauthentic?

 

 

 

The moral of this little Monday morning story?

 

 

 

TEXT always means NEXT.

 

 

 

Make sure you have other forms of communication, such as an actual physical conversation on the phone, a long hug- eye to eye contact and conversation…before allowing your heart to ponder sweet nothings…

Next time you find yourself texting someone on a regular basis, ask yourself what you are wanting out of it-

And if it is not to build connectedness, respect, value and friendship- check yourself:)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fillers…

 

I have never been the “filler” kind of girl.

 

I was speaking with a friend yesterday- a guy friend- who has been in a relationship for a few years.

 

I sat silently- biting my tongue, sitting on my hands- doing whatever I could to just listen and not interrupt.

 

First off, it is none of my business.

 

But if someone were to ask me my outside synopsis of what I saw in their relationship over the years? I would have to give my two centsJ-

 

 I am gonna imagine someone asked me in this post-

 

So, back to our conversation.

 

He was telling me how he feels he is going to “need” to get married someday soon. To her.

 

I sat there and stared blankly at him, listening while thinking  how odd that sounded…

 

Kind of like, I am gonna need to make a dentist appointment soon to get my teeth cleaned or I am gonna need to have my prostate examined soon…because it just is about time for that.

 

We’re talking marriage here…

 

I asked him why? Why does he feel he is going to “need” to marry her.

 

He went on with a list as if he was holding a clip board in front of him…

 

They have been together for a while, he needs to make her an honest woman, she has been there for him through thick and thin, he knows she is going to eventually give him an ultimatum…she really wants it…

 

WOW…again I stared at him .

 

I had observed their relationship over the years…never quite got it. There is a special bond, yes. That was obvious. But they always seemed like great friends or brother and sister. Void of passion.

 

So I went off of my observation and asked him how passionate he felt about her.

 

He went on to say he loves her.

 

I said, “That is not what I asked.”

 

He said, “If you are asking if I have had this incredible ‘you’re the one I have to be with’ feeling, I would have to say no. I have never felt that. But she is good to me. I am grateful for her and I love her.”

 

As he was speaking I thought of a conversation I had with another friend of mine last week sometime- he was talking about the same thing- just about someone else not him…

 

What is going on?

 

I see it all around me.

 

People who refuse to let themselves believe they can have it all.

 

People who stay in relationships that are missing gigantic pieces of the puzzle, but they stay none the less. Because there is one or two pieces present?

 

I am not saying passion is everything- it is not.

 

But it is the equivalent of me waking up everyday- passionate, on fire, in love with my purpose and spending my days living out that beauty every day.

 

Or- waking up everyday going to a job that doesn’t fulfill, a job that doesn’t challenge me, a job that doesn’t make me feel alive or inspired- spending my days living out my life in this way.

 

Is there any comparing? Yet, a huge percentage of society does both. In work and relationship.

 

Where is the self love? Self love is believing you can create and will create a life without limitations and will give yourself and open yourself up to the possibility that all things are possible.

 

I asked my friend- finally had the guts to- why he would choose to commit his life to a relationship like this. I asked him to be honest, with himself before answering me.

 

At first he was defensive…but he knew I wasn’t judging him…I was simply stirring the pot a little. To get him thinking and asking the tough questions that he obviously had been ignoring.

 

He went on to talk about how he would rather be with her, a friend and companion than to be alone- if the truth would be told.

 

I said, “ What you just described is a roommate.”

 

He laughed and said, “ Well, most roommates don’t have benefits.”

 

WOW…again…so it comes down to the intimacy of having someone there to spend your time with. Sleep with. Depend on.

 

I am not judging at all- but to me? That is a lack of inner integrity.

 

As if you are selling your soul out in exchange for a filler.

 

A filler of time, that will keep the silence at bay.

 

A filler of answers that will keep the tough questions from being asked.

 

A filler of faith, so you don’t have to take a leap and actually demand from life that you have it all.

 

A filler of love…

 

Why can’t we love ourselves enough to take responsibility for our level of happiness? Why would we choose a level 4 or 5 when we can have a level 10 if we choose?

 

Why are we so scared to be ecstatically happy?

 

I get people asking me all the time how I could be single.

 

As if it is a disease.

 

I answer short and sweet.

 

My soul knows there is its counterpart out there.

 

I will not sip from Korbel- when I hold the taste of Kristal in my mouth…

 

Both will  take you to the heights of ecstasy you are desiring…but for me and my heart?

I will not have a counterfeit in exchange for the security of knowing I am not alone.

 

I want the real thing.

 

No fillers or additives please.

 

Natural, whole,  pure and organic kind of love.

BTW,  I was given permission from my friend to speak my mind and write this post.

 

Tough subject that I am sure will step on some comfortable toes…

 But then again, isn’t that what I write for? J

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, I hear from the women!

 

 

My post, “Do you or someone you love suffer from APS”, received a lot of response from both men and women.

 

 

But the emails I got the most were from women asking me just what I suggest women do to “help” things.

 

 

A lot of women, I find,  seem to think they are the innocent victims in almost all relationship dysfunctions..

 

 

In that post, where I asked “Who will take responsibility first towards a real connection?- The woman or the man?”-

 

 

I found that most women honestly had no clue as to how they might go about that…

 

 

And so they emailed me-

 

 

Well, I can only speak from my relativity. Here, in no particular order, are the basics I start with when it comes to Men 101…and I do mean basics.

 

 

What does it mean to show up a little and take responsibility for your half of the relationship women?

 

 

For women it means GAME ON! Not GAME OFF!

 

 

 Snap out of it!

 

 

 Every day live in the moment and never, I do mean never, take for granted that he is yours.

 

 

 Listen…truly listen.

 

 

 Buy a Maxim and read what men are saying and how they think, as men- this doesn’t change when a man falls in love!

 

 

He still wants you to shave your legs and put a comb through your hair.

 

 

Or want to do something exhilarating instead of sitting home to watch your favorite shows on any given night.

 

 

 He still wants the porn star to come out once in a while- like Halloween.

 

 

 You can still be a saint-

 

 

He still wants SEX….

 

 

And compliments instead of nagging reminders.

 

 

He needs praise-

 

 

 He needs a buddy and a lover.

 

 

That is just skating along the superficial level of things…

 

 

Most women never recognize or acknowledge the tap dance routine men do on any given day…

 

 

 

 Look at what men do…

 

 

 They have to act like they enjoy greeting cards-

 

 

And that they really do want to open up and “talk about it”.

 

 

 They have to act like they actually have a clue about how important romance is -

 

 

They have to endure Hugh Grant movies with you and act excited about having a cat as a pet.

 

 

They have to listen and know they are going to be quizzed aka drilled later on…

 

 

They have to pick out the paint for the living room and act attentive when all they wish is to be sitting at home with a beer watching the game.

 

 

They have to go against their basic grain so many times simply because they do want to love you and be with you.

 

 

We both, men and women, have to give in order to meet in the middle.

 

 

 To go deeper.

 

 

 

And these examples are the equivalent to putting your toes in the water…

 

 

Are your toes in the water today? Or are you in LA LA land somewhere up on the shore convincing yourself you are in the deep?

 

 

Just a question…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“From the times you chastise us for leaving a wet towel on the bed to those nights you rip through a pint of fudge ripple without stopping to breathe, we file each incident in a mental folder labeled “Evidence She’ll Change for the Worse.”

 

Woke up this morning and checked my emails…

 

This was sent to me from an article about why men bail on even the women they are really into…

 

Brutal…

 

The whole article.

 

But refreshingly honest.

 

I have to say my favorite part of the article is the “timing is off “ reasoning…

 

Basically, it states a guy can be dating a girl for 2 years…and if one little part of his life is undone~ he won’t settle down with her. He could break up with her and start dating someone else though and end up engaged to that chick 6 months later-

 

The only difference between 2 year relationship girl and 6 month dating girl? TIMING.

 

I have learned this over my years…

 

I don’t know what it is-

 

I call it APS-

 

The Auto Pilot Syndrome in men.

 

A man can literally be living with a woman for a year, maybe two- telling her everyday he loves her. Eating dinner and doing the dishes with her.

 

They can have little rituals together, like he makes coffee and she brings him the paper…

 

Going to the dog park to walk “their” dog…

 

Nicknames like butter biscuit or lover…

 

And one day, after two years of living with this woman and going through all these motions- the guy is in the shower-

 

And somewhere between the shampoo and the shave? It hits him…

 

“I think I really love this girl.”

 

After two years…

 

730 dog walks, 730 dinners, hundreds of kisses, maybe 300 nights of mind blowing sex mixed with a couple hundred nights of this is as good as it’s gonna get sex…

 

And suddenly the actions line up with an actual feeling or conviction.

Now that is not to say the man didn’t “feel” love during those two years.

 

I am talking about the deep emotional tie that tows the line-

 

Between ‘I am in this until it ends…to I am in this and hope it never ends.’

 

This is reality-

 

Where we get off track in relationships?

 

Women just buy whatever they are being given at the moment as long as it continues to feed the fantasy rather than shatter it…

 

Wonder how our relationships would shift if women took a moment to really tune in and see their man-

 

Really SEE him.

 

Past the actions, past the box of conventionalism, past the auto pilot?

 

Who will take the responsibility first towards a real connection?

 

The man~ being truthful with where he is at and what he needs?

 

Or the woman~ willing to see the man in true light- as is- without expectations.

 

Either way? An honesty so deep would be the end result-

 

And when a man and a woman can connect and communicate on that level?

 

That is the tie that binds…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“What exactly is ‘self-love’ to you Amy?”

I leaned back in my chair-

I had my laptop in the little covey of my living room window.

Candles lit and with the dim light of the computer screen, I could just barely see my reflection in the window.

It had been a long day. My hair looked like I just rolled out of bed…eye liner slightly smudged from the work out prior to the checking my emails.

I just sat and stared at my reflection and well….reflected.

I was being asked this question by a reader who had seen a comment I had written about “self love”.

Well, it certainly wasn’t what I was feeling looking at myself in that moment. All I was feeling was a shower coming on…

What a good question to ask…I thought to myself.

That is why I love to get correspondence from my readers- sometimes you make a comment or ask a question that gets me thinking and coming from a new angle.

Self-love has been an evolving thing to me over the years.

And I can only answer what it means to me from my place of relativity. For everyone it is different.

It is almost as difficult to put into a box or definition as “love” is.

When you begin to think about it or try, it is like pulling a thread from your favorite sweater…

You unravel the mystery enough to lose the tangible, solid form you were holding in your hands that you could pinpoint and say “Yeah, that is a sweater”- to a handful of thread that you can now do what you please with- make and mold into anything you want.

To me, this is what happens when I try to break down what self-love is to me.

When I get silent enough- the core of it means to me that I acknowledge the universal truth of who I am and who every other human being is too.

There is no human who has ever been born or who will ever be born who is devoid of the need to be loved when arriving on this planet.

We all want to be seen- we all want to be heard.

We all want a second chance- and a third and a fourth.

We all want our goodness to be acknowledged and our weakness to be accepted.

We all want to be forgiven seventy times seven and again…

If you think about it- this desire we have is the built in compass we all carry inside of us.

Some of us just have so much “junk” accumulated we can’t get to it anymore.

So the day I got to the core of this within myself- I realized that the reason I desire all these things, just like every other person on the planet , is because deep inside I know the “TRUTH”.

That I am a brilliant work of art- no matter what my spiritual beliefs are-

Even scientifically. To think of the perfection of this body, of all its parts, of my personality, there is never ever going to be another ‘me’ on this planet.

Never has been and never will be. Blows my mind.

Clarity, creativity, compassion and peace of mind are always present when I remember this truth.

So to me,  if it feels that good and the results are that positive- this must be a good road to travel down.

I have never, since I was a child, understood judging another human being.

I have gotten wrapped up in it at times. I have expressed criticism to those I love the most. I have lashed out and I am sure made someone feel less than loved at times.  

Every time I have ever caught myself lashing out like that has been a time I could visibly point out the pain I was in or the fear that had come up for me in that moment.

Always about me, never about the other person.

Every time I have ever done this, I have felt the sting come right back to me. It doesn’t feel good to blame and criticize- To judge and demean another. To automatically assume how someone might be off of their “personality” traits.

So, first I come to realize that just as I need love- so does everyone else around me. And when I extend love I get it back. Period.

Next, painstakingly I have come to accept my flaws.

That is a tough one. Letting go of the perfectionism.

When it comes to how much I have beat myself up over the years? I would make Mike Tyson look like a purring kitten…

As I was that hard on myself- guess what? So was everyone else around me.

In 35 years I have accepted the fact that what I give is what I get.

Period.

You can call it metaphysics or la la land new age-

Call it what you want but it is a scientific fact. A law of nature.

When I show myself love? Patience? Light heartedness? When I can laugh at my mistakes and give myself the benefit of the doubt?

I find that is what I am met with in my day from the girl who makes me coffee, to the banker taking my deposit to the dog I pass on the sidewalk.

You ooze love – love finds a way to ooze back to you.

Self- love to me is when I plan out dinner and go to the store excited and put just as much effort into as I would if I was making it for my lover…nice music. Light candles…beautiful bottle of wine- yet it is just me attending. That is self- love to me.

Self- love is when others want to keep you down over a mistake supposedly made- having the guts to get back up off the ground and move on as if nothing even occurred.

The guts to let go of playing victim…of any belief or thought that undermines the totality of the miracle it is to be HUMAN.

Self- love is taking responsibility for my life and how I react to the ups and downs.

Self- love is not taking on another person’s opinion of who I am or what I can be.

Self -love is the only love that I will 100% have in my life until the day I leave this earth.

There is no other love outside of myself that I can say that with.

People come and go, relationships come and go, friends come and go, love comes and goes.

Self- love?

Forever…

 

Everyone feels good when they are considered to be a “good lover”…

 

Here’s a little tip…be a “good self lover” and you will never go wrong in that department:)

 

Are you satisfied with your ability to be loved and to love?

 

Or do you live in a world that is hostile and harsh in tone? Where love is always a gamble? Where there is always the underlining sense of a need to protect yourself from the elements of hidden agendas and false promises?

 

I go back and forth.

 

Some days I walk around as the “Ultimate Lover”… the one who is in the flow of give and take and with head held high feel like the master dodger of the pendulum swing of lust and love.

 

Other days I am a scared, broken down mess.

 

Kind of like today.

 

Where I feel I know nothing. And life has been a series of “bad” choices that just knock me down the moment I get my breath to stumble to my feet again.

 

That is only in my half empty moments… that thankfully, do not last for long.

 

Some days, love feels to me as if to be the ULTIMATE gamble.

 

Like being at the roulette table where you keep hitting it. You are on a roll- a crowd has gathered. You are flying high- but somewhere in the very back of your mind, you are well aware that eventually it is going to have to end.

 

In this analogy- you have the same choice in life. Do you count your blessings, gather your winnings and walk away while you are still on top?

 

Or do you blow a kiss to the dice and throw one more time to fate. Not taking into consideration what the loss might cost you- placing everything you have on the possibility of one more time…

 

As adults, we are taught to think thoughts slathered in realism-not follow whims anointed with the heart.

 

As children, we are given permission to have faith, that in later years is considered Peter Pan syndrome…

 

I, myself, have learned and am learning that love is not a “thing”- therefore it is not lost when given. The beautiful Leo Buscaglia said that…

 

Love doesn’t end, it only changes.

 

To me, I have learned that if you go up to the “table” of love and you throw the dice only concerned with where it lands and what you might win, instead of the fun, thrill and experience of playing…you will be disappointed and walk away disillusioned every time.

 

IT IS ABOUT THE JOURNEY…not the outcome.

 

Just some thoughts… 

 

 

 

 

Watch my interview with ‘Neon and Waltzes’ creator and producer, Kristopher David Irizarry-Hoeksema…

 

 

 

In it, I talk about what it is like to blog about relationships and sex in the South.

 

As well as discuss my book, Aphro-ME-siac: A girl’s guide to the ultimate aphrodisiac…

 

http://blip.tv/file/2513856/ (click on this link)

Body image.

It is an epidemic in the United States.

 

I know this because my natural chested girl friends, myself included, are becoming the minority compared to my friends who have enhanced themselves.

 

A woman can be with Brad Pitt and he can be the best lover on the planet- but if she feels self conscious or insecure about parts of her body? She will be a scene out of “When Harry met Sally”…

Most the time a guy can’t tell if her climax is real or if she deserves an Oscar.

 

Either way- body image plays a huge role in a woman’s ability to experience pleasure.

 

Take a listen to my new VTalk episode, in which I discuss with my guest host John Frazier of http://www.outsidethecubicle.info , body image and how it affects both men and women when it comes to the DEEDJ

Enjoy and let me know your thoughts of body image!

 

http://www.amyvenezia.com/radio-show/ (click on this link and then on track #1- Body Image)