Cunt…

So I started rereading my favorite book in the whole wide world, Cunt by Inga Muscio, today. I will likely be sharing bits of it with you guys as I work my way through this refreshing cunt loving book. This first bit is from the preface. Every time I read it I get this warm, tingly, happy feeling. This excerpt fills me with pride.

Women are blue-black as the ocean’s deepest knowledge, creamy-white ‘n lacy blue-veined, freshly ground-cinnamon brown. Women are Christian motorcycle dykes, militantly hetero Muslim theological scholars, Jewish-Chinese bisexual macrobiotic ballerinas and Chippewa shawomen who fuck not just lovers, but Time and Silence too.

Women are drug addicts, anti-abortion activists and volunteers for Meals on Wheels. Women have AIDS, big fancy houses, post-traumatic stress disorder and cockroach-infested hovels. Women are rockstars, Whores, mothers, lawyers, taxidermists, welders, supermodels, scientists, belly dancers, cops, filmmakers, athletes and nurses.

There are not many things which unite all women.I have found “cunt,” the word and the anatomical jewel, to be a venerable ally in my war against my own oppression. Besides global subjugation, our cunts are the only common denominator I can think of that all women irrefutably share.

We are divided from the word.

We are divided from the anatomical jewel.

I seek reconciliation.

~ by Tilley on October 5, 2009.