Fuck is my favorite descriptive word, just anyone who knows me knows that about me. If I don’t season a sentence with the word fuck then I am not living my truth. The only real challenge that lies within is that people’s beliefs about the word FUCK will inevitably come into play and try to fuck things up for me; nice try, they never do. Saying the word fuck whenever the fuck I want is a natural consequence of living bravely. 

I find the people who are offended the most are the ones that don’t realize that Fuck flows effortlessly out of their mouths. I know it rolls back to the perception, which is projection giddy up! They ride in on their horses with all the judgments, beliefs, and disdian for the most descriptive word in the dictionary.

Words, as ethereal as air and as dynamic as vibrations, exhibit remarkable flexibility. Humans infuse these sounds with profound meaning, harmonizing them with definitions authentically representing their beliefs. Nonetheless, the meaning of the F word will likely shift and grow as time progresses. I certainly hope so. Who needs a vanilla vocab when there are so many sprinkles to season it with? 

It is crucial to support freedom of speech and acknowledge that people’s interpretations of the word “fuck” are insignificant in the broader context. This demonstrates the power of linguistics, as the word can change over time and across different locations, acquiring new meanings, sounds, and associations. Let “fuck” be a prime example of this phenomenon. Whether it is “fuck you,” “fuck me,” or “fuck us,” the fact remains that nobody cares, and if they do, then they can ​FUCK OFF