I Always Disliked the Sound

I think that I became a feminist during my first or second year of university, and in my case, in Montreal, in a French university where I also later received my English degree, a while ago now (I did not complete a final part of the MA), but I would not say that those were the days.

Every decade has its good days. Of course, some decades are much worse than others. I guess that I can be considered lucky in that respect, but trust me, I am not. I still agree that the ‘40s were the worst followed by the ‘30s all the way back to anywhere else in time.

Then I think about our current situation and perceive that we are still far from those bad days, and on top of it, we are so many more numerous. There were only three (3) billion people on Earth in 1960. We have now surpassed 7.9 billion brains with needs. Special needs. The Needs! It will not work. It is simple math plus some interesting words.

Perhaps if it had the "s" sound like "sunt" instead of the hard "c", I would not have minded this word. But I just cannot stand the sound of it. But I am only reading it and maybe hearing it in a movie or some other sound venue. Oh, but I read aloud to hear the sounds. It is the only way to really appreciate a piece of poetry and even prose. I have read short stories where each paragraph was a rhyming poem. Sound is almost as important as the word. It opens a new world of meaning. A similar world to the one we may have had as kids. Sound defines the word’s character, its intention, but not always, I am afraid, like most human-related things.

People keep using it. That is okay. Many worse things are happening and we seem to be okay with them as well. We are struggling. We are losing our minds. At least we are not losing our souls. Well, not yet. At least we persevere wisely while making the right changes to improve all things, and not only those touching the privileged fortress. It is getting too political. Well, that is another word that I hate. I wish they could erase it at least for the upcoming 2022 and use stupid instead, or anal.

Jesus Christ! What are they thinking? We are not freaking immortal, and we suffer like hell before the so-called Hell that awaits us. It could never be worse than this one. This one is real. Right now! Fuck the other one, like all stupid things! Wake up, people! Jesus is not happy with us. Methinks He is starting to not care about us, imbeciles. I would not and I am one as well. Come on! Rise to the occasion and write a dirty ditty! I have already written mine. But that is not the point, of course. Still, I dare you to write one. Make it dirty and witty! Those are usually the most appreciated for their penetrating quality and positive outlook.

So, big deal, I do not like the word. But here is an interesting thing. My mouth, thus my brain, will not allow itself to pronounce it. This word will not come out of my mouth. So, when I read it aloud, I skip it and it ruins all that part’s sound. It is just an awful mess. That is why I love mouths. A mouth can say a lot about a woman. I do not care about men’s mouths whomever they are or were. My muse has such a mouth. Here she comes again. I should have expected her. She is still partly my muse. The love flow between us has not been severed yet. There is much love flowing there and at times it may flare up like the Fourth of July, Canada Day in my case, and so and so for many other cases. Words can be exhausting. There are exceptions, of course. Pussy is the best example. I would die for this word. I want it carved on my grave, and I do not care about the other stupid connotation. I reject it for too many reasons to go into here, though I may have mentioned something about it in passing. I think that I did. I did.

It seems that this path is approaching a final patch of words with love, so much love that I will still replace what was supposed to be here with a haiku.

I’d have to be an

imbecile to do such a

thing behind AI

From now on, everything that I write is dedicated to her, Cannabis, my best friend and sometimes also my love. A big part of my heart is still captive in the heart of the muse who lives on the Moon. She has total control over it. I wonder if she knows it. I guess that now she may. Thus, a big part of this has to be dedicated to Charity, my muse. Another C. Methinks there may be too many Cs. At least if they could all be pronounced like the "S", I really would not mind the word that I never liked. Here is to pussy in every case and sense!

"AI does not understand. Please, explain. What is the 'C' word you dislike so much?"