An Unspeakable Word Is the Word That Has to Be Spoken

stfumarrieds:

My cunt is awesome. It is a thing of wonder and beauty: labia, clitoris, and vagina inclusive. So are the cunts of my mother, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, aunts, cousins, daughters, and sisters. All of my sisters, even those from countries where war has been declared on the clitoris, or countries where possessing a cunt is seen as an invitation for a war-crime.

Cunts are a powerful thing. Nothing can stop a cunt from creating life. Nothing can stop a cunt from giving pleasure. Cunts are flexible and soft and powerful all at the same time. Cunt is an insult. Cunt is an endearment. Cunt is a symbol of all that is woman and all that is feminine. No amount of misogyny and hatred and prudery can kill my love for all cunts. Cunt is harsh. Cunt is lovely. C-U Next Tuesday is unutterable. Cunts won’t be silenced. I will chant, “Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt!” until the joyous cry has been taken up by all.

I would happily live at 355 North Gropecunt Lane. I would be proud to reside at 123 Scratchcunt Place. If only our society would stop being so fucking uptight about the female anatomy.

The pussy is most powerful!

(I really hate the word pussy but I wouldn’t ever stop people from using it. Nor would I demean that word by saying that there’s something wrong with it.)

Special thanks to my cunny friend Christine for sharing this cuntastic article with me. She’s a right proper example of a loopy, daft cunt.