Quiet Rebel Writer

Welcome to Word Porn! Time to indulge that geeky love of words that you try your hardest to forget, that all consuming desire for the feel of a new word on your tongue, that yearning and burning for the stimulation only a delightful mix of syllables can provide…

Goodness, where did that come from?? It’s getting hot in herre, evidently. This week we fully embrace the naughtiness of our moniker, with some tantalizing new verbiage that sounds just a little bit sinful. I’m the kind of girl that occasionally indulges in adolescent sniggering when I hear “wood” or “titillating.” And when I do, it reminds me I haven’t grown up so much that my mind is completely out of the gutter. A little victory over the onslaught of time. Rock on.

Without further ado, here we go into the wilderness of pervy-sounding prizes:

Morass

Heh heh heh. Despite my initial thought (and fervent wish) that this word might refer to a nymphomaniac’s mental refrain, this word actually means something that traps, confuses of impedes. Int-eresting. May we have the word in a sentence please?

“’Quite a morass we find ourselves in, eh ladies?’ the man with greasy hair, a wandering eye and grabby hands said to the trio waiting in the long line for the club. His wink did nothing to further his case for credibility.”

Homonymous

I grew up in a state where the first part of this word was regularly lobbied as an insult, and for the past six years I lived in a part of Chicago where that word was cooed in endearment. Progress! Rather than anything to do with lovely girlongirl or boyonboy action, this word actually refers to having the same designation, or being homonyms. Nifty! Let’s try this:

“Dave and Dave gloried in their homonymous union.”

Cunctation

Veers awfully close to the word many women run from in fear. I rather like it, and have the perfect coffeetable book dedicated to the word and its anatomical counterpart. Anywho, cunctation actually refers to a simply delay. Hmm. I can just see it:

“When the judge attempted to admonish the female lawyer for cunctation in the case, the jury gasped as he tripped over the syllables and missed a crucial few letters.”

Woo-wee, that was fun, kids! Tall Friday cocktails to you all.

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