tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31469764243486125842011-07-31T00:00:04.783-07:00betsy butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597419366129312537noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146976424348612584.post-75463342379089072772009-07-07T07:02:00.000-07:002009-07-07T07:07:02.494-07:00b4 i came out of the closet i was a caterpillar...here i was living in a cramped world who saw my life...me...as doing...living in a way they couldnt comprehend. how could i not want to be used by every slimy man or boy who came along...they saw nothing wrong with using me...my body in every possible way<br /><br />was i actually the bad person for limiting theyre natural ways...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146976424348612584-7546334237908907277?l=waschabad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>betsy butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597419366129312537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3146976424348612584.post-53499089679723706602009-07-07T06:51:00.000-07:002009-07-07T06:56:02.174-07:00its easy to look back and see the mistakes...but were they mistakes or the only way it was...like walking down a one way street without the ability to go another way...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3146976424348612584-5349908967972370660?l=waschabad.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>betsy butterflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03597419366129312537noreply@blogger.com0