~falling.fast~

I, personally, have a cunt. Sometimes it’s ‘flaps’ or ‘twat,’ but, most of the time, it’s my cunt. Cunt is a proper, old, historic, strong word. I like that my fire escape also doubles up as the most potent swearword in the English language. Yeah. That’s how powerful it is, guys. If I tell you what I’ve got down there, old ladies and clerics might faint. I like how shocked people are when you say ‘cunt.’ It’s like I have a nuclear bomb in my pants, or a mad tiger, or a gun.

…In a culture where nearly everything female is still seen as squeam-inducing and/or weak—menstruation, menopause, just the sheer, simple act of calling someone ‘a girl’—I love that ‘cunt’ stands, on its own, as the supreme, unvanquishable word. It has almost mystic resonance. It is a cunt—we all KNOW it’s a cunt—but we can’t call it a cunt. We can’t say the actual word. It’s too powerful.