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Queen of the Jungle!

Last night I met fellow entourage heavies Wayne and Sterling and we had ourselves a mid-week night out.  We hit up Thursday Night Art Walk, where we drank wine and rubbed elbows with Hintonburg galleristas.  But I can only pretend to be sophisti-mus-cated for maybe two hours at a time – ninety minutes if I’ve been drinking – so after we got our art on, I was pleased to head downtown for some karaoke.

Twitter revealed that our regular karaoke host was at The Cock and Lion.  We are the entourage. We are twelve. Insert obvious cock/penis quips and raucous laughter here.

But amidst our tomfoolery, I realized the pub’s genital innuendo was in fact brilliant!  For years I’ve longed for a vulva colloquialism that bridges the gap between the non-threatening, but icky-sounding “pussy” and the socio-politically charged “cunt”.  ”The lion” combines the feline imagery of former with the raw power of the latter.

Testicles or “having balls” are synonymous with emotional strength and courage.  Now, I will say “Unleash the lion!” to inspire the kind of bravery that can only come from the one’s crotch.  I also plan to use phrases like “You can’t tame the lion!” and  ”Let’s take this to the Serengeti!” (I’m not sure what that last one means, but it sounds cool).

So thank you, Cock and Lion for inspiring some new naughty-bit nomenclature! I tip my mane to you!