Cunt.
Women tend
to love or hate it, but usually more hate than love.
Granted,
i'm not a woman, but i'll tell you why i like "The C Word".
I was involved
with this woman many years ago. We were a great couple, but we had two
things going against us... her job kept her away for weeks at a time
and she knew from the very beginning that i have no intention of ever
having children. The former we could deal with, but it was the latter
that would eventually drive a stake into us.
Because
of her prolonged absences from Austin, when we did see each other, we
usually devoured each other like the sex starved weasels we were. She
was a beautiful, giving, half Italian, half Cherokee woman with expansive
hips, a beautiful face, a nice voice and an ability to be honest without
being hurtful. It was one of those sloppy winter nights in Texas where
a cold front had just come through, drenching the ground and leaving
eddies of winds that careened off the house at odd times, then falling
silent for a time. She'd just returned from a three week or so stint
in Las Vegas, helping her company at a convention.
We'd been
seeing each other for three or so months at the time and we were at
this horribly awkward point where we had to decide how much this relation
was worth to us... did we stop then and cut our losses despite the fact
that we had this huge passion for each other, or did we try and see
how far it could go? We'd started off being just lovers, two adults
making each other feel good, but we graduated from that and though i
didn't know it at the time, i was very much in love with her.
We sat
on my bed in silence, trying to talk this thing through. We wanted each
other but we needed to know where we stood as a couple as well. It was
during one of these awkward moments of silence that she spoke. She said,
"Look... you have your cock and I have my cunt and in case you
haven't noticed, they work very well together." At that moment
a light went off in my head. This word that had been verboten all my
life was used by a woman and used by a woman to describe her sexuality
in a way that wasn't degrading. I was inches away from one of the most
sexually confident women i'd known [even to this day] and as soon as
that light went off, our mouths met and minutes later, my cock and her
cunt began that dance that we did so well together and it was absolutely
beautiful.
There was
no degradation, there was no shame, there was no guilt. There was only
the freedom that two mouths, a cock and a cunt could make. It was the
type of spiritual and emotional freedom that religious fucknuts fear.
Unfortunately
that relation didn't make it much longer past that point, but that was
a matter of circumstance as well as where we wanted to go with our lives.
A few weeks afterwards, she got involved with a coworker from where
she worked and i think they married. I met my ex, "M" and
found a passion for her that made the heart of the sun seem like a dark
spot in hell. And unfortunately, that ended as well.
Then in
a blessing and curse, i met a woman i'm still friends with. We were
lovers first but the timing was wrong. Well, it was more wrong for me
than for her, but if the time isn't right for one, it can't be all that
great for the other. Again, she's a very strong, liberated woman whose
unafraid to take control of a situation to attain whatever level of
pleasure she desires. She was the first woman i'd known who liked being
talked dirty to in bed. She loved the way i described her cunt, the
way i told her how i loved my cock to be in her, pressed against her
deepest places, or the way i described how she made me feel when she
used her mouth on me. Again, it was liberating to use the "C"
word because just as in the previous situation, it was a word that
brought power and honesty to the situation. And that's what it came
down to... when used in the context that it's supposed to be used in,
cunt is one of the most honest and pure words that our language
has to offer.