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Betty

Betty

Published August 26, 2024

Betty, oohh Betty, sexy generous and cool Betty. That goddess introduced me to a community, to Carlin, to love and respect, to generosity and security. She taught me that time is important and it’s not. She taught me how to become an abstract body that is no longer sad or depressed, nor tired of being strong and brave. I learned to be fragile and to ask for help, to have a community, a family around the world. She saw me, and was the first person to use the word admiration towards me.

She gave me my body back. This body is mine, and I inhabit it, take care of it, and sometimes damage it. She taught me to embrace my abuse and let it out of my body, to talk and not give a fuck. I did it; her body wasn’t here, but she is every woman in this family that makes me feel sexy, hot, smart, sensitive, and beautiful.

It’s not always divided or dissociated; it is recognized and beautiful, joyful, angry, and present, setting every boundary that needs to be shown—not just being, but also showing. Many times, it is still scared of the past, but it understands that it is not about today. It’s a body that is heard, that does not want to disappear, that has already died in life and is slowly being rebuilt. A body that is inhabitable, huggable, sensitive, and fuckable.–

So fuckable and so eager to fuck everyone in this world. Love and respect

“FUCK being your normal”

Raffaella is here and she is herself.
Raffaella di Girolamo

Raffaella di Girolamo

Santiago, Chile

Website:
www.raffaelladigirolamo.cl

Contact:
bodysexchile@gmail.com

Languages:
Spanish, English

Raffaella is a certified Bodysex Coach

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