I love words. I love knowing their intricacies and their subtleties and their deep meanings. I love knowing them and choosing them and stringing them together to make something true and beautiful and raw and real. I love the magick they hold and the power they wield.
Violence; physical force, extreme or uncontrollable force especially of nature, fervor, intensity of feeling or expression, aggression, ferocity, strength, force, passion, might, fierceness, power.
Predator; a carnivorous animal that hunts, kills, and eats other animals in order to survive, any organism that behaves in a similar manner, extremely aggressive, determined, persistent, wild, untamable.
Perversion; the changing of something good, true, or correct into something bad or wrong, or a situation in which the change has occurred, a sexual practice considered unusual or unacceptable, falsification, distortion.
The words that make us uncomfortable are powerful. Many have meanings that evoke very negative feelings, and many of those words have other meanings. I object to the subjugation of words to only their basest meanings, and I choose to reclaim them and to use them because by definition they are the most accurate to express my thoughts.
Slut; an insult for a woman whose sexual behavior is considered immoral.
Because I do not consider sexuality to be immoral the word itself is meaningless to me, it holds no power. It invokes no emotional response. That is not to say that there are no words that are emotionally powerful to me. The word beautiful is incredibly powerful and being called a “good girl” can reduce me to shreds.
Discovering which words have power for me, which words make me angry or uncomfortable, which words I find important to reclaim, and which words have no meaning, no power at all, is an exploration into my identity and my deeper self.