Cunt

Let us praise the word. I’ve always considered it to be so much more apt (and a lot less ugly) than any of the euphemisms or anatomical terms that are used in it’s place. It has an honest unashamed, earthy quality, It is unapologetic. And it carries a strong magickal erotic charge.

Besides, if it’s good enough for Chaucer, it’s good enough for me.

For certeyn, olde dotard, by your leave
You shall have queynte right enough at eve ...
What aileth you to grouche thus and groan?
Is it for ye would have my queynte alone?

From Cantebury Tales - The Wife Of Bath’s Prologue

‘queynte’ is a middle-english version of cunt. Many translations of Chaucer into modern English change it to cunt. It has been suggested that the word ‘quaint’ meant more or less the same thing back then. Quaint, meaning ‘pleasant’ or ‘charming’ eventually took on a life of it’s own. So you can have a quiet smile to yourself next time you hear something described as quaint. And it might not be bad idea if we were to think of ‘cunt’ as pleasant or charming. Which it certainly is.

Most women, in my experience, are not happy with their cunts. A pity, I think. A woman openly and proudly displaying her cunt is one of the great magickal archetypes. Email a photo of your cunt to the person of your choice, ladies, It will lift the spirit.

“If you’ve got it, flaunt it’ as the man said.