Why I Curse Unapologetically

Hey there I'm Kayla and I have the mouth of a trucker.

When I was a kid, I never ever even considered using curse words.  Not only that, but I was so sheltered that, if asked, I wouldn't have been able to list more than 5 curse words total, and the words that I listed would have been completely, naively inaccurate.  For example, to me "the S word" was "stupid" or "sucks." So, aside from my growing older and learning new taboo vocabulary, what changed?

To put it simply, I went through a mountain of shit.  My life completely fell apart right before my eyes, and I realized that I had more important crap to worry about than using proper language.   Not only that, but swearing gives me a small amount of control in a life that has, for the most part, spiraled out of my grasp.  Using curse words, I am able to express myself in language that I feel fully and accurately encapsulates the nature of my life.  Cuz let's be real, my life is a fucking mess.

Being able to express myself never used to be difficult for me, but as my life began to go in a less than desirable direction, I found articulating not only the gravity of the situation, but also the pain and agony I felt, to be incredibly difficult.  Expanding my vocabulary to include society's harshest language was a way for me to put my reality into words and begin dealing with it.

This is why I refuse to apologize for my language.  I will occasionally warn people about it if I have a feeling that they will be offended, but in the grand scheme of things I need to prioritize myself.  If people are offended, that's on them and not me.  I'm doing what I need to do to cope with the life I lead, and I am doing so without a filter and without looking for acceptance from others. 


  1. Hell fucking yeah, cursing is great. Though saying heckin' sometimes just makes me giggle, nothing will truly get my feelings across as much as saying allllll the profanities


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