I grew up cursing a lot. It felt natural. My parents told me to stop.
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I grew up cursing a lot.
I curse too much. I really do. I have a horrible cursing mouth.
I really love cursing a lot. But as I get older, I realize it's a little unseemly for women of a certain age.
My whole life growing up, both my parents told me not to swear like a sailor. After college, I recall there was finally a time where I swore, and neither one of them was correcting me, and I felt so relieved. I thought, finally; I can finally be myself and not get yelled at.
I'm not a guy who curses very much in my personal life. When I curse it sounds like a kid trying to be cool. But I think there are quite a few people, my father being one of them, who use curse words rather eloquently.
My definition of cursing is probably different from what other people's definitions are.
I'm trying to cut down my cursing.
The foolish and wicked practice of profane cursing and swearing is a vice so mean and low that every person of sense and character detests and despises it.
I don't want children cursing. I'm very strict on my nieces and my little brother. They have to listen to clean versions of music. Even my music.
Growing up, I never heard my parents curse, never. The first time I ever said a curse word was with my sister Kim.