Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," cheating death on the New Jersey Turnpike edition! I'm your host, Anne, home from a rain-drenched excursion to scenic Union, New Jersey... if the term "scenic" includes a post-apocalyptic landscape of smokestacks and chemical plants, that is.
A friend of mine was musing about the fact that some Pagans seem bothered by the "f" word. The friend wondered if this was a carry-over from Christianity, from which most Pagans have escaped at some point in their lives.
You may have noticed, if you stop by here, that I rarely use the f bomb. Doesn't mean I don't like to f. In fact, I rather love f-ing. It's a fun way to spend the hours, depending upon partner and circumstance.
I just think this is a word that has gotten away from us to the point of absurdity. It's thrown around as an insult, it's combined with other gentle words, like "mother," as an insult, and except for occasions where it is used in private moments of sexual rapture, it's just not appropriate for the instances in which it is used.
The f bomb has definitely cornered the market on insulting and over-used words. When I was a kid, you very rarely heard it from anyone. We cursed, of course, but f*** was not the epithet of choice. (Trust me, my mother used every curse word in the English language except ones that included the f bomb.)
Therefore, I would say that my aversion to the f bomb stems not from the act which it is purported to describe, but rather to the way it is used in conversation. Which is way too much and for all the wrong reasons.
Let's ditch the f word for a term that could be coined to describe the act of love in all its wonder and beauty.
"Make love" is too long. "Fornicate" is too clinical. "Sexual intercourse" sounds Medieval.
You know what I like? "Lay." As in, I wanna lay you, baby! Sounds nice and relaxing. And we aren't chickens, so no one's going to expect a nest of eggs to appear in the satin sheets.
Everybody, go get laid! Leave the f word out of it.