Let’s Call a Cunt a Cunt!
And, let’s not perpetuate the usage of a perfectly good word for one of our body parts as an insult
The infamous C-word recently came up with my partner after we cloned our privates in plaster.
—I want to clone your vulva, he told me.
—You want to clone what???
I wasn’t shocked by his suggestion as much as I was by the word he chose to refer to my lady-parts. Sure, vulva is the correct term, it’s neutral, politically, and anatomically correct. But, it’s also a very clinical term, and it doesn’t sit right with me in this setting. I never look at myself naked and see a vulva. I don’t gently stroke my vulva to have an orgasm. I don’t spread my vulva for my lover.
Nope! In those cases, I either say my pussy, or, whenever I need a word that is less sweet—something stronger—I use cunt.
Cunt packs a punch!
—Isn’t cunt a bad word? boyfriend hesitated.
—Only because we made it one, I insisted back. I like the word cunt. I’m going to take it back!
Cunt has an unapologetic ring to it. There’s nothing neutral about cunt; a cunt doesn’t take shit. Instead, she knows what she wants and goes for it.
