A rare serious post from me...about profanity.

[ismnotwasm]

50. Well said.

The interior language of my marriage is full of swearing. We were both poor and uneducated and swearing was a big part of how we knew to express ourselves. I got an education. I no longer “have” to swear to express myself.
He got multiple sclerosis and has been a stay at home husband for years. Our marriage works, and works, and works well. It’s not that his vocabulary is limited, in that he hasn’t learned new words, it’s that he never got the opportunity to adjust his language in sustained environments.

What interesting, is how we modified our words. All homophobic language has long since been removed, including the one implying preforming fellatio, especially while male, is a bad thing. We scour our language for leftover racism. We don’t use the ‘n’ word of course, but casual racism can be expressed by saying “I ran in to this black guy”, when race has nothing to do with the encounter. Now it’s “I ran into this guy”

I enjoy swearing. I enjoy words. I was telling a friend a long time ago how fascinating I find words and their impact on culture and he told me to go watch “The Aristocrats” a kind of focus out comedy without limits. I did. Damn.

(While I was typing this, my husband just got one of those scamming calls, the first question was “How are you” My husband “Real fucking good, why are you calling me motherfucker”

I have to laugh)