I sat here waiting for my firefox browser to get its arse in gear and load up and it occurred to me how much I like the word cunt. I think I actually like it more than the word fuck. It is one of the few swear words that still possesses a lot of power and when used as a prelude to sex with the right person it can sound so god damned sexy. I say the word and I instantly think of cunnilingus — my tongue almost tingles with anticipation. My head is leap-frogging around now and I am thinking about a recent passage that I read in Rant by Chuck Palahniuk about oral sex between Rant Casey and the girls of his village. And now my mind, having let the word cunt out of the bag bounces around to all those people whom the word just seems to sum up better than others — that chorus line of ex-employers and untrustworthy friends who proved themselves to be worth nothing but contempt. I say the word and it feels like a celebration and a declaration. Cunt. Hmm. I suppose people might report this post as being offensive but is it? I have friends who believe that there are no bad words and I agree to a degree. It is the intent behind the word that can be bad — it is the person using it that can be bad.
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