Sunday, February 19, 2012 / 4:23 pm
FUCK YOU! ! ! !
Why I love cussing.
I taught my children, by example and by lecture, that cussing was the way to keep one's freedom of speech.
I never cussed when I taught. I was afraid of getting fired. Actually, I may have said “hell” or “damn” once or twice as I was just getting ready to retire. So I understand your reticence of taking up the banner of Freedom of Speech. You could lose your job!
Anyway, back in the 60s, when I was a lass, I fell in love with freedom of speech. And cussing to me is an expression of that. And every time I say fuck you, I feel free all over.
I am still in love with Mario Savio. Look him up. He's dead now. Died unknown and unloved. But he is my hero. He stood on car roofs with a bull horn and blasted “FUCK YOU ! ! ” out over the world and I loved him til my I felt the way I feel after an orgasm. All spent and satisfied.
So FUCK YOU ALL and FUCK EVERYTHING.
And I love you all and wish you FREEDOM OF SPEECH.
Go into the world with your tongue set free, my dear fellow human beings.
I love you all.
(Written under the intoxication of a martini while sitting on my hilltop overlooking Chigger Lake and thinking of my daughter.)