Cunt; One Woman’s Perspective

cunt |kənt| noun vulgar slang; a woman’s genitals. • offensive; a woman. ORIGIN Middle English : of Germanic origin; related to Norwegian and Swedish dialect kunta, and Middle Low German, Middle Dutch, and Danish dialect kunte. If you ask any woman what the most offensive word someone can call her is, nine times out of ten…

The Long Redemption

redemption |riˈdemp sh ən| the action of regaining or gaining possession of something in exchange for payment, or clearing a debt. • archaic the action of buying one’s freedom. A little over seventeen years ago, I walked out of Bayview Correctional Facility in Chelsea, Manhattan, a free woman. It’s hard to believe it’s been seventeen…

The Greatest Gift

As a child, like most, I loved Christmas and presents. Even though my mom was poor she always went above and beyond. I remember one year she put a pair of Sasson jeans on lay-away for what seemed like months. When I finally got them I was so happy – but I immediately tore them…

Till Death

by Cynthia Cone . I’m married, thirteen and a half years to be exact. Growing up, I never thought much about marriage. My parents separated before I was three and even my grandmother, the woman who helped raise me, was a divorcee. There were no married couples in my immediate family. Both my aunts were…

Which Side Are You On?

by Cynthia Cone On October 7th, 2013, I was arrested with members of Veterans for Peace at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in NYC. My arrest was not a surprise. As a matter of fact, I went to NYC fully intent on going to jail that evening. Ending the wars is a cause I care very…

Sunday Evening, 6:22

Sunday evening, 6:22… It’s been one of those rare weekends where I have accomplished almost all of the things I had set out to do on my mental to-do list. Cleaned the house, went out to dinner, had a couple of drinks, put out a shit-ton of interview requests for Dangerous Conversation, did the food…

We Are All Bradley Manning

Bradley Manning March. June 1st, 2013. So it’s 7:34 AM and I made it to the bus on time. I had to get up at 4:30 to catch the LIRR into NYC then walk to the meeting point from Penn Station, which thankfully was not very far. Luckily, I did not encounter any hiccups along…

Rave to the Grave

by Cynthia Cone If one good thing has come from my mother’s death, I would say that in the wake of her passing I have somehow managed to find a deeper meaning to my own life. My mother and I had a very complicated yet symbiotic relationship. Being the child of an alcoholic is not…

The Problem with Movements

by Cynthia Cone The problem with movements is that movements start to lose, I think quite often, sight of humanity, of human beings as individuals. – Ian Mackaye While I believe that the intended end results of certain social movements are necessary, especially in a world where evolution is constantly taking place, I also agree…