Cunt.
Power and ownership through reclamation
I’ve always liked this word.
What stronger word to express my strongest feelings?
To some, an insult of the highest degree, called nasty and vulgar.
It shocks people.
It wasn't a way for me to own a part of myself.
Until I started to love that part of myself.
Until that lead to me loving my whole self.
Until now.
Cunt.
So strong, loaded, juicy.
Ripe with promise and power.
Say it again.
Let it slide from your throat over your tongue and fly from your lips.
Men get hard words:
Cock and dick and prick.
Men get strong words:
Rod and staff.
But women?
We get soft words:
Pussy slides between my teeth, hissing and powerless.
We get silly, trivializing words, to remind us we are not to be taken seriously:
Vajayjay and punani and pink taco.
Women get words that sound like insults spit from your mouth in accusation:
Slit and snatch.
I say, give me a word with power.
Don’t get me wrong, I'm not saying you shouldn't tell me I have a nice pussy.
A cute pussy.
A pussy you want to stroke and touch.
But if you're going to fuck me, fuck my cunt!
We let this word be taken away.
Given to others.
Turned to an insult, as if being a woman is the worst thing, the weakest, nastiest, most undesirable thing.
It wasn’t yours to take.
I'm not insulted.
Cunt.
Say it with me.
It isn't nasty.
Say it louder.
It doesn't hurt me.
Shout it!
It is intensity.
It is strength.
It is a compliment.
It is womanhood in every way.
It is mine, and I will speak it, and I will show you power.






