Why I Love The Word Cunt

Olga Wolstenholme's picture

Someone recently told me that they love the word “cunt” above all other words referring to the same beautiful thing. He wasn’t quite sure why, perhaps he said “it’s because it’s a one syllable word”, in any case “it’s an instant turn on”. I agree, it’s a damn wonderful word. I prefer “cunt” over “pussy”. “Pussy” doesn’t feel like it belongs to me, it belongs to someone else who wants to use it for its warmth and wetness, but never its strength. A “cunt” on the other hand has muscle, it pulls you by the gut and holds on.

I call it cunt. I’ve reclaimed it, “cunt’. I really like it. “Cunt.” Listen to it. “Cunt.” C C, Ca Ca. Cavern, cackle, clit, cute, come – closed c – closed inside, inside ca –  then u – then cu – then curvy, inviting sharkskin u – uniform, under, up, urge, uhg, ugh, u – then n then cun – snug letters fitting perfectly together – n – nest, now, nexus, nice, nice, always depth, always round in uppercase, cun, cun – n a jagged wicked electrical pulse – n [high-pitched noise] then soft n – warm n – cun, cun, then t – then sharp certain tangy t – texture, take, tent, tight, tantalizing, tensing, taste, tendrils, time, tactile, tell me, tell me “Cunt cunt,” say it, tell me “Cunt.” “Cunt.”          – Excerpt from The Vagina Monologues

Crossposted from Cuntlove.

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