Dmitry A. (SLE) - Profanity as a protest against rules; naturalism

Let’s talk about SLE-style naturalism. It’s simply a protest. I really liked — and still like — pseudo-obscene poems.

It seems like a poem is being read, but no swear words are actually spoken — yet by the rhyme they’re all implied, and everyone understands what’s meant. That’s exactly the protest. Why can’t I read these poems? There’s nothing to punish me for — I didn’t say anything, I didn’t utter a single swear word. What you thought is on your conscience; I just read a poem. But I know exactly why I’m doing it. I was teasing people around me.

<…> Parents should know that such children may swear. It gives them freedom — a sense of complete personal freedom. You have your rules, you live crushed by those rules, and I don’t give a damn about them. I’ll say things however I want, and I don’t care how people will treat me afterward.

This is a protest against rigidly structured rules. A rule is nonsense. Every rule has exceptions. I am exactly that exception. I’m for exceptions.

Often such children use words like “ass.” It’s easier. If you say “bottom,” it sounds too proper. Speaking in proper words feels uncomfortable to me. “Ass” is familiar, clear, simple, rule-free, straightforward. I’d have to be proper to say “bottom.” I won’t be proper. By breaking rules, I feel free.

<…> And this “I don’t owe anyone anything” is the protest — obscene ditties; I’ll say it however I want.

Pompous words always pissed me off. Oh, just shove your way of talking up your ass! Do you even understand what you’re saying?

If I have respect — real respect — I will never say a bad word, never say anything against that person, never argue back if I respect them. I don’t need grand words; they’re usually used falsely. And that always outraged me. If you want to convey respect or admiration, it can be done more simply, more down to earth. If I love — I love. I won’t use pompous words for it. What am I, an idiot or something? Speaking in “proper” words is outside my space. Outside my space is pompous speech: “Hello, children! My name is Auntie Motya!” In my space it’s: “Hi! I’m Auntie Motya! I’ve come from Africa.” That’s simpler. Auntie Motya said hi — that means she’s one of us, she’s in my space.