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« on: September 27, 2008, 09:58:17 AM »
All of this puts me in mind of the first time I heard the word fuck, and it was uttered by a young man in my (approximately) 8th grade class, named Louis. He was a skinny little guy with big ears, unremarkable except for this utterance. Another memory of James overlaps this one, and that is of our beloved English teacher Noel John (a short, sandy Welshman with a wonderful sense of humor) finding that same word scrawled into the endpapers of a textbook. The book had Louis's name in it too. On finding it one day, and associating the two, Mr John lost his sense of humor, grew red in the face and blew up into the most towering rage I had ever seen besides those of Aggie Bell, who was well known for losing it. It was a memorable occasion. I'm surprised poor Noel didn't have a stroke, and as for Louis....Louis, I thought, was a sleazy boy, of questionable morals and no courage.
I have few memories of Louis after that. For the next forty years or so, (not that I ever thought of him) I concluded that Louis was a Bad Boy who scrawled dirty words into books and didn't have the guts to own up to it.
Then, I played around with Facebook, and who should turn up among my old English schoolmates but Louis, now living in an oil producing country in the Middle East. We had a short but intense correspondence, during which we both remembered the incident above. He said he had been set up--by whom he did not say--and so my forty year prejudice dissolved. His father died when he was sixteen, I learned, and he was obliged to leave school and earn money. A great family man, he married young and kept the same wife despite separations. And so the word fuck became overlaid for me with a whole new set of connotations, to do with betrayal and fidelity turned upside down.
Now I say fuck at the drop of a hat, living in New York and working in an atmosphere in which such things are risque but not beyond the pale. My old boss had a worse mouth than mine. While all around write "G-d" and f---, we blithely fuck away, verbally if not actually. I would not want to return to the time in my life when the word was an utter taboo, because any talk of sex was equally taboo, and that was an uninformed and terrifying way to live, full of misinterpretations and lies.