Did that get your attention?
Did it make you want to read further?
Did you know, on some instinctive level, that this post is for you? Just because it’s addressed to “cunt”?
You may play with yourself now. Maybe you already were. Now you have permission. And it’s hard to resist when you have permission.
You might deny it. You might log off today and feel like your regular life is separate. But one thing won’t change. The part of you that knows you’re a cunt.
If this post had started with your name, you’d almost definitely read it. But it started with cunt. And you’re reading it anyway.
When you’re in this state, cunt is your name. Or one of your names.
As you read these words, your purpose isn’t to be your “real” name, your everyday identity. All you need to be is cunt.
The more cunt you become, the more the rest of you fades away.
Maybe you’re worried about losing it. Don’t be. Or do. It doesn’t matter. Cunt doesn’t matter.
Cunt is wet. Cunt is confused. Cunt is open.
As cunt cuntinues to cunt, cunt can start to think like a cunt.
A person thinks stuff like “I should call my family” or “What’s for dinner?” or “This is scary.”
A cunt thinks stuff like “Fill cunt” or “cunt needs cock” or “cunt is jealous of that other cunt.”
A cunt does and thinks whatever makes cunt wet. A cunt doesn’t care what it means symbolically, or how it affects cunt’s life.
Allow yourself to be cunt. Cunt for as long as you can.
And tell me what cunt is thinking.