I love the word ‘twunt’. It has a lovely feel in the mouth. It is, however, a term of abuse coined, as far as I am aware, by Jemima of the itsjustahobby blog. The reason for this is that she loves the word ‘cunt’ and does not see it as a term of abuse. I mention this because it reminded me of a beautiful recent post on The Lady Garden Project, a celebration of the word ‘cunt’.
I like the word too but I have my own favourite, the Polish ‘cipunia’ pronounced ‘cheepoonya’ which is a word of incredible warmth and softness. I am my cipunia. I am my cunt.
That is what I like about this blog, its joyous celebration of the cunt. No two cunts are alike but every cunt is beautiful, every one a source of delight to us and to our lovers, just as no two red roses are identical, but each makes the garden more beautiful.
When I finish this post I will lie on the bed in front of the mirror, speak to my cipunia in words of love and think of those I have the joy of sharing it with. And I will say a word of thanks to Anna for her writing and for putting such lovely thoughts in my head.