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If I ever have a daughter..

If I ever have a daughter, after she crawls I will teach her to walk a tightrope between a goddess and a humble monk. She will learn that her light, like the sun glows and grows the world. In the darkest nights of her life I will be there to remind her that the moon is above her.Both have the ability to cast shadows upon us, or beautiful illumination.

I will shun colouring books. The world is her canvas to paint her dreams upon. When she lashes out at me, I will hug her harder. When she cries, I will let her taste how salty this world can be.After which I will bake her a chocolate chip cookie to remind and comfort her in knowing there is sweetness too.

When it comes to boys? Pssssh. I will laugh. “Hunny, I have a PhD in bad boys and fixer uppers.” I will know every excuse,every elaborate sneak out scheme. I know what she will say and every reaction. Being my daughter? Jesus,what a reaction that will be. However,like my instinct to breath, as certain that the moon will rise and set. I will love her and listen to her as if it’s the first time I’ve ever heard it. I promise to never say,”I told you so.” Don’t get it twisted though, I’m a mama bear and you’re my cub,so I will want to rip out his throat. I promise to try to show restraint….try

While she will be my daughter, she will be her. Whoever that is,and whoever she wants to be. I will teach her not to exist,but to live. To undeniably be herself,Truly and completely.regardless of how many times this world knocks her down,which it will. I will be her net if she needs catching,a push when she wants one and a raw dose of reality if she needs it.

If I ever have a daughter,I hope that she knows I’ve loved her before I will ever have her,before I’ve seen her,before I knew my own name and will for as long as the stars shine.

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Why I’am proud to be a cunt.

Yup. I did. Bringing out the,”Big Guns.” Some,frankly,most people consider this to be one of,if not the most offensive word you can call a woman. Like a sucker punch to the gut. Throwing to the ground and shattering some moral compass. Why?
A word,by definition,is” A Combination ¬†of sounds,or representation in writing or printing,that symbolize and communicate a meaning.” Generally speaking,in the Western world, a “Cunt” is either: 1.) A highly derogatory word used to describe a woman,using shock or vulgarity to represent woman in a degrading light. 2.) A use of slang language used to describe female genitalia.
As a person,as someone born with female genitals, who identifies as female and as a twenty-four year old. The idea of,”Cunt” being a verbal weapon to me is comical.
My “Cunt” has come in handy if I do say so myself. Quite enjoy its company. The ability to receive and give pleasure, and lastly and most importantly to have the privilege to be able to deliver life to the world.
Yeah, You’re fucking right I’m proud to be a,”Cunt.”