The word “cunt” perks up the ear. Its use in spoken language triggers an emotional response, sometimes one of outrage, other times arousal. I prefer the word “cunt” to any of its synonyms. “Vagina” seems so clinical. Not sexy at all. “Pussy” sounds sophomoric, playful but lacking in power. No, “cunt” fits me just fine. It’s a strong word. Short, percussive and provocative.

My cunt is the central point of my pleasure. Even when other parts of my body are stimulated, it is my cunt that gives me the ultimate reaction. Lick my nipples, plow my ass, or fuck my mind, it is my cunt that throbs, throwing orgasmic waves all over my body.

This past year I have been exploring a whole new universe in my cunt: that of being a life tunnel. Eight months ago, my lover planted a seed through my fertile hole, and now it has grown inside me. In just a few weeks my cunt will open up and bring this new creature into the world. I don’t know how much pain will be involved in the birth of our child, but I know it will be yet another profound experience I would derive from my cunt.

No other organ in my body tells me I’m alive more than my cunt. “I think therefore I am?” Some people live their lives like a brain in a jar. My cunt is the center of my physical self, and the center of my soul. Religious doctrines and medical journals seem flimsy in the face of the awesome mystery of the cunt. I am a cunt, and proud of it!