A good friend saw this, and thought of me.

What’s in a Word?

I’ve never been offended by words.

As a gay man, it’s practically required that you can discern the intent of someone’s words.

If someone says…”Hey fag!”…I have to quickly figure out if:

1. 1. The person is addressing me with an affectionate slur
   2. The person is ignorant that the word can be used offensively and requires education
   3. The person is being hateful and I need to defend myself in some way

In the same way, most swear words don’t trigger an automatically negative reactions…in fact, quite the opposite…I’m rather fond of profanity, and I use it often.  Another benefit of not having children is I have never had to restrict my words.

There’s an oft-cited quote – “Profanity is the last refuge of the truly ignorant.” – there are others that insinuate that profanity is a lazy person’s way of using language, but I couldn’t disagree more.  I think limiting what words you use, restricts how expressive you can be.  And in fact, if you’re too lazy to discern the intent of another’s profanity, I would say you are the lazy person…not the one using the profanity.

Current Knitting

With the completion of the fine-gauge crochet cotton bag, I’ve been focusing on the niece blanket.

I’m very happy with the progress I’ve made so far.  I only have a couple more balls-worth (is that considered profane?) to do to finish the blanket.  It’s beautifully soft and warm and has a great, wrapping comfort to it.