Let's face it: in the real world, profanities are as common as clouds on a spring day. Certainly, in my day-to-day professional life, swearing has never been a strange bedfellow. I'm not, however, without an understanding that for some people, swearing - and in particular the good old 'F-bomb' - is anathema. For some of us, bad language is all but intolerable, and to be avoided at all costs.
I understand that - at least to a degree. I won't, for example, drop the 'F - bomb' (wait a moment...what the hell am I doing? I mean the word 'fuck'!) in front of my kids, even though they're all at an age when they've been fmiliar with (and no doubt enthusiastic users of) the word for a number of years. There is, however, something about the word 'fuck' which crosses a boundary when used in the home. Perhaps I get that sense from having dealt with too many domestic duisputes when I was a cop, but I know that I also inherited some of that from my parents, whose worst word was always 'bloody' - at least in the home.
I don't mind that my kids have been swearing for years now; my own swearing career began when I was a mere nipper of eleven years old, and I attended secondary/high school. Until then, I'd hardly ever heard the dreaded word being used, let alone spoken it out loud - but the first time that I did so freed me from previously unacknowledged and cunningly invisible bonds. Using the word 'fuck' allowed me to extend myself into a hitherto unknown world of expression. Expletives - having used one of the very worst - were suddenly and magically avilable to me, and what a revelation it was! Suddenly I could satisfactorily emote!
So liberating was this feeling, I embarked upon a period of 'emoting' every other word, almost exclusively using the word 'fuck' for emphasis and at times as a punctuating device. I could have, for example - by way of an illustration, finished that last sentence with 'fuck' by way of a full stop or period, but I didn't because I am not entirely insensitive to your sensitivities. Also, you'd have been wondering what the hell I was talking about. Fuck. See? It doesn't always make sense.
As a kid I all but wore out the word 'fuck' with my enthusiasm, but I'm pleased to say that it remains firmly entrenched in my lexicon as a most useful way of communicating emotional emphasis. Of course, these days I am far more controlled, and I employ profanity only when I feel that it's safe to do so (for example when my conversational partner has dropped an expletive of similar nature), and when I feel that the occasion truly warrants it. The fact that so many people freely use the word (and so many of them use it the way that I used to as an eleven year-old) emboldens me to continue - plus I think that I'm getting a little old to worry about stuff (shit) like that.
So; if you're offended by swearing, my work may not be for you - but bear with me here; I don't write expletive-laden 'gangsta' stuff. It's not that I use swearing to excess, but I will, for the sake of accuracy, include it in conversational quotes (in memoirs) , or if appropriate include it in the verbal interchanges of my fictional characters. I do so because it's real, and to avoid doing so would be unreal. Listen to how people speak on the street; there is a lot of swearing going on out there (much of it entirely pointless, I agree), but to deny that it happens would be fucking silly of me. Oops, sorry, that one crept out...
In the meantime, while you breathlessly await the release of 'Signs Of (a) Life' (please breathe; you can't buy it if you're dead) be reassured; I rarely use profanity in my narrative; I mean, why the fuck would I?