In real life, I am very introverted. Borderline shy. I spend a lot of time in my head, and I’m very quiet. I used to be self-conscious about how quiet I am, but the more people I meet, the more I notice that people can be accepting.
I grew up in a very socially conservative family. As a child, red nail polish = whore. I remember thinking I wanted to wear red nail polish when I grew up only to subsequently feel guilt. I didn’t want to be a whore. Of course, at that time, I didn’t know what it meant but I knew it wasn’t anything good.
Which brings me to my topic: Pussy.
I don’t know what it is about that word. It’s not that I hate it. It’s just that, hearing it in my own voice, it’s followed by a squishy noise. I don’t believe I’ve ever said it with another person in the room (in my mirror, alone, as I slay dragons with my quick wit and sharp tongue, many times) and even writing it, I get flames going up and through my body.
On the flip side, I kinda love it. I love hearing it when it’s connected to baritone or asked in the form of a, ahem, question. But know that, each time I put it in a book, I have to step away and meditate for a few minutes until my face stops being flushed.
So, what do you guys think? Is pussy a bad word?