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in a way that serves her, is a rockin’, cuntlovin’ babe doing her part to goad the
     post-patriarchal age into fruition.
    “Cunt” is the crusty, disgusting bottle in the city dump pile that is bejewelled underneath
     and has a beautiful genie inside.
     
    Here is a nice story about the transformation of destructive negative, crap-ola into
     constructive, positive brilliantiana.
    Once upon a time, civil rights activist Dick Gregory went into a restaurant and ordered
     some chicken. Three or four men who wore pointy white hoods for their nighttime fashion
     statement presently came into the restaurant and said, (I’m paraphrasing here) “Yo,
     boy. Anything y’do tah dat chicken, we’re gone do tah yoo.”
    Mr. Gregory looked at the chicken on the plate before him and was silent.
    The men repeated, “Anything y’do tah dat chicken, boy, we’re gone do tah yoo.”
    Everybody in the restaurant stopped what they were doing and stared.
    Mr. Gregory sighed, picked up the chicken and gave it a big ol’, sweet ol’ kiss.
     
    Perhaps, as some “historians” may have it, I fabricated the historic considerations
     in reassessing the way we presently perceive “cunt.”
    Even if “cunt” were simply four spontaneous letters someone strung together one day
     ’cause his wife didn’t have dinner on the table when he got home from a hard day’s
     labor offing witches or indigenous peoples, it is still our word. Demographically, the women who have no chance of negatively being called “cunts” throughout life can be found in totally cloistered
     nunneries and maybe Amish communities.
    Based on the criteria that “cunt” can be neither co-opted nor spin-doctored into having
     a negative meaning, venerable history or not, it’s ours to do with what we want. And
     thanks to the versatility and user-friendliness of the English language, “cunt” can
     be used as an all new woman-centered, cuntlovin’ noun, adjective or verb.
    I, personally, am in love with the idea.

Part II
The Anatomical Jewel
    () n.
    an eentsy kit of math
     
    If it were my job to mathematically figure out which women despise more: being called
     a cunt or having one, I’d be hating life.
    I’m glad that is not my job.
    Instead, my job at present is to discuss some of the different ways ’n means women
     learn to hate our cunts, which still isn’t the most savory task on earth, but it is
     attainable.
    Women comprise over 50 percent of this country. Women comprise just over 50 percent
     of this planet. There’s plenty of power in numbers. If we don’t have power, it can’t
     have anything to do with mass.
    I conclude it must have to do with some stuff inside ourselves.
    To know oneself truly is to love oneself. Whereas women do not learn the veritable nature of ourselves
     in this culture, the likelihood that we love ourselves and/or one another is highly
     suspect.
    All cunts belong to all women.
    The responsibility sits between our legs.

Blood and Cunts
    One fine spring day, after the lunchtime recess in sixth grade, Miss Cothran announced
     that all the boys were to join Mr. Rogers out on the playground for a game of softball,
     while all us girls were mandatorially invited to accompany her to the cafeteria.

    My friends ’n me knew what was up. We had heard about the infamous Period Movie around
     fourth grade. Most of the boys were no less familiar with this legendary film and
     teased us relentlessly as they filed out to the softball diamond.
    In the cafeteria, the girls from Mrs. Wolffs class, Mr. Rogers’s class and mine assembled
     into tittering rows. The school nurse stood in the front of the room, between the
     pullout movie screen and a table displaying all of the various disposable bleeding
     paraphernalia we would one day come to know so well. She explained the ways to affix
     pads to our panties and dabbled a little into tampondom; then the Film Projector Monitor
     was called to do her duty, and the Period Movie