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 itâs addressed to âcuntâ?
You may play with yourself now. Maybe you already were. Now you have permission. And itâs 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 wonât change. The part of you that knows youâre a cunt.
If this post had started with your name, youâd almost definitely read it. But it started with cunt. And youâre reading it anyway.
When youâre in this state, cunt is your name. Or one of your names.
As you read these words, your purpose isnât to be your ârealâ 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 youâre worried about losing it. Donât be. Or do. It doesnât matter. Cunt doesnât matter.
Cunt is wet. Cunt is confused. Cunt is open.
As cunt cuntinues to cunt, cunt can start to think like a cunt.Â
A person thinks stuff like âI should call my familyâ or âWhatâs for dinner?â or âThis is scary.â
A cunt thinks stuff like âFill cuntâ or âcunt needs cockâ or âcunt is jealous of that other cunt.â
A cunt does and thinks whatever makes cunt wet. A cunt doesnât care what it means symbolically, or how it affects cuntâs life.
Allow yourself to be cunt. Cunt for as long as you can.
And tell me what cunt is thinking.