This is a community "for all cunted creatures, created or by birth". It is for all cunt lovin' womyn, women, grrls, bois, boys, guys (this is all inclusive here) to talk about things such as feminism, current events surrounding our rights, other cunt lovin' womyn, cunt lovin' music, cunt friendly men, and anything else of the like. The only rule here is that you have to speak your mind and opinion. And I ask that even if you're dissagreeing with someone, you are respectful to their beliefs. Thank you, and enjoy!
Reviews of Cunt Bust:
At its core, Cunt is a metaphor for unconditional self-love, a gentle call for women to embrace all things sacred and essentially female. And that’s not just lip service. Cunt does for feminism what smoothies did for high-fiber diets—it reinvents the oft-indigestible into something sweet and delicious. —Ophira Edut
The picture above is our beloved author of Cunt: A Declaration of Independence,Inga Muscio.
I’ve decided to start Cunt Cuntry! Write our own Cunstitution Let our liberated clit bells ring out: The Cunts are coming: It’s the Cunt Revolution! I’d cut through my panties, I’d shake my pube hair loose, I’d sign my Jane HanCunt in cursive with Cunt juice. I’d declare the Independence of Clitoris to Shining Clitoris, Proclaim the Emancipation of all Cunts-- and tell Dicks this: You’re being drafted for the Big Solution: Stand Erect, Be Proud, You’re part of the Cunt Revolution! Defending our slick, silky, vaginal turf For all cunted creatures, created or by birth. And they’d wear buttons with fists raised, that say: Patriarchy! I survived! Now this Dick’s fighting the Good Fight for Vaginal Pride! And kids in school would learn the Her-story Of the Boston Tea-ch Party, When Cunt-Liberators tossed Cunt-Traitors into the sea, Finally felt what it meant to be free. And they’d learn how color complicated the win, How White Cunted Creatures had to sacrifice Privilege, Re-focus Vision for a Real Revolution to happen. And kids would have weekly field trips To the Museum of Un-Natural His-Story With display glass jars of rapist dicks in all their shriveled glory. And Behind velvet rope, ancient relics of the past, like: Female Guilt, Circumcision knives, Certificates turning whole people into Wives.
And there’d be torture chamber exhibits with tall, skinny heels Inviting little girls to: Try this, and see how this feels— Cunted Creatures wore these to work or to anywhere formal: This Pain was called Sexy. This process was called Normal! And there’d be old collections of posters like: Keep Abortion Legal- with a plaque: Not much is known. But these come from an era when Insecure Ruling Dickheads thought of Bodies as something to own. We’d pledge allegiance to P-Flag With stars like you-- and crooked stripes! We’d carry passports made from a giant Cunt Mold In all pubic colors: Gray, Auburn, Ebony, Gold. We’d ban all commercials of: Are you not so fresh? Is your vag repulsive? Do you stink like fish? And instead, we’d conduct a Cunt Taste-Testing Session, Get used to the smells of Blood, Yeast, and the Ocean. And Hothead Paison would lead Alison Bechdel’s Dykes: Watch out for the Cunt Cuntry Army on Bikes! There’d be an Esteemed Office called "National Astrologist" And Cunt Commander in Chief would be… a Gynecologist. And Michael Moore would be Vice-Pres… Cause the Cunt Cuntry Court of Legality says: Possessing a Cunt matters less than possessing the Cunt Mentality. And daughters would laugh at old-fashioned terms like Virgin and Bitch and Whore As they checked out the newest inventory of vibrators Sold at the corner store. Because daughters would be freer and dykes would be Freer and dicks would be freer If we stood up and sang: My Cunt tis of Thee My Cunt tis of Thee Because Cunt is the latin root of Kin and Country But see, somehow some of our countrymen forgot they had Sisters, decided to treat us as unwelcome visitors, Made it hard to have a cunt in this country. Made it hard to have a cunt in this country. So, we are starting Cunt Cuntry. Not out of rebellion, Or unexamined sisterhood, Or some sort of Seventies Separatist Revival. We are starting Cunt Land For that which it will stand: One Nation Under Survival.
when i was four years old they tried to test my i.q. they showed me a picture of 3 oranges and a pear they said, which one is different? it does not belong they taught me different is wrong but when i was 13 years old i woke up one morning thighs covered in blood like a war like a warning that i live in a breakable takeable body an ever increasingly valuable body that a woman had come in the night to replace me deface me see, my body is borrowed yeah, i got it on loan for the time in between my mom and some maggots i don't need anyone to hold me i can hold my own i got highways for stretchmarks see where i've grown i sing sometimes like my life is at stake 'cause you're only as loud as the noises you make i'm learning to laugh as hard as i can listen 'cause silence is violence in women and poor people if more people were screaming then i could relax but a good brain ain't diddley if you don't have the facts we live in a breakable takeable world an ever available possible world and we can make music like we can make do genius is in a back beat backseat to nothing if you're dancing especially something stupid like i.q. for every lie i unlearn i learn something new i sing sometimes for the war that i fight 'cause every tool is a weapon - if you hold it right.