Last week, I finished listening to the audio version of the 20th Anniversary edition of Cunt: A Declaration of Independence by Inga Muscio. It has not only reframed my relationship with word, she’s freed up river of hopefulness inside me, that one way or another, we will create a cuntlovin’ world.

I have no idea what the way will look like from here to there, but I am (finally) all in.

If you’re anything like me prior to my personal cunt-inspired independence day, my talk of hope and a cuntlovin’ world probably sounds like intellectualizing bullshit. I’m not going to try to convince you. I’m just sayin’ that the book affected me, and I recommend it.

Why let words, or anything, rule us?

Say what you want. Sticks and stones. I’m going to seek out the conversations and movement forward that we need to get through this version of society that was not built for womxn (yeh, I’m gonna adopt that frame, too)  and hold my head up as I go.

I don’t know about you, but I have spent way too much time letting a culture of bullying women into silence undermine my ability to simply show up for myself, for what I believe in, and want for us.

My hope is real.

“Every girl and lady who is strong and fighting and powerful, who thrives in this world in a way that serves her, is a rockin’ cunlovin’ babe doing her part to goad the post-patriarchal age into fruition.” [excerpted from p.21-22 of the original 1998 version of Cunt, which I bought when I first started on vagina vérité, but did not read]




Looking forward to hearing what you think!

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