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tangible, such
     as the moon, earth, sun, water, birth, death and life. A spirituality which was undetectable
     to any of the human senses was considered incomprehensible.
    One imagines victims of the Inquisition were not hard to come by. Women who owned
     anything more than the clothes on their backs and a few pots to piss in were religiously
     targeted by the Inquisition because all of women’s resources and possessions became
     property of the famously cuntfearing Catholic Church. Out of this, the practice of
     sending “missionaries” into societies bereft of savior-centered spiritualities evolved.
    Negative reactions to “cunt” resonate from a learned fear of ancient yet contemporary,
     inherent yet lost, reviled yet redemptive cuntpower.
     
    Eradicating a tried and true, stentorian-assed word from a language is like rendering null the
     Goddess Herself.
    It’s impossible.
    Ancient, woman-centered words and beliefs never, like, fall off the planet. Having long done taken on a life of their own, they—like womankind—evolve, and survive.
    Chameleon style.
    For women this has involved making many, many concessions, such as allowing our selves,
     goddesses, priestesses and words to be defined and presented by men.
    Many words found in woman-centered religions, such as cunt, bitch, whore, dog, ass,
     puta, skag and hag, along with the names of just about all goddesses—over time—assimilated
     bad connotations. As matrifocal lifestyles became less and less acceptable, “cunt”
     survived, necessarily carrying a negative meaning on into the next millennium.
     
    Words outlive people, institutions, civilizations. Words spur images, associations,
     memories, inspirations and synapse pulsations. Words send off physical resonations
     of thought into the nethersphere. Words hurt, soothe, inspire, demean, demand, incite,
     pacify, teach, romance, pervert, unite, divide.
    Words be powerful.
    Grown-ups and children are not readily encouraged to unearth the power of words. Adults
     are repeatedly assured a picture is worth a thousand of them, while the playground
     response to almost any verbal taunt is “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but
     words will never hurt me.”
    I don’t beg so much as command to differ.
     
    For young girls in this society, coming into the power we are born with is no easy
     task. As children, our power is not culled out of us as it is for boys. Still, culling
     power is—above and beyond all social conditioning—a very surmountable task to which
     womankind collectively rises higher each day.
    But we need a language.
    A means of communication demands and precedes change.
    I posit that we’re free to seize a word that was kidnapped and co-opted in a pain-filled,
     distant past, with a ransom that cost our grandmothers’ freedom, children, traditions,
     pride and land. I figure we’ve paid the ransom, but now, everybody long done forgot
     “cunt” was ours in the first place.
     
    I have lived the past couple years of my life writing a book called Cunt. When people ask me what I do, sometimes I bypass the whole conversation and say I’m
     a taxidermist. Reactions to a book called Cunt always lead to an intense grilling. Ain’t never encountered ambivalence. At this
     juncture, I am still absolutely unable to gauge reactions to this word.
    Living with the title of this book as such a huge fixture in my day-to-day life has
     been a very weird anthropological study unto itself. “Cunt” is a bad, bad word, but damn if it don’t intrigue people when it’s the title of a book instead of a meanspirited expletive.
     
    Since everybody already knows that the diabolization of “cunt” is an absolute reality
     of our language, nobody has to waste time and energy defending its honor.
    A cunt by any other name is still a cunt.
    “Cunt” is a highly satisfying word to utter on a regular basis.
    Every girl and lady who is strong and fighting and powerful, who thrives in this world