Vulgarity is an abuse of language that serves multiple purposes: to emphasize meaning, attempt to impress (or oppress), and offend. People have often been shocked when they've witnessed me using colourful language; they don't expect it from me. I was surprised myself when I found that many autistic advocates swear in their blogs (verbal and nonverbal alike). Maybe a part of it is because I internalized the infantilization of autistic people. Being gullible, naive, and even good-hearted doesn't equate to innocence. By definition, maturity is the loss of innocence by gaining the knowledge needed to make it out into the world. Though people may not always be the delicate flowers they appear to be, that doesn't reflect on character. The truth is quite the opposite: there's a consistent positive relationship between profanity and honesty. Bad words used to make me uncomfortable but as I got older, they helped me spot trustworthy people. That's not to say that people with a clean vocabulary aren't truthful. Good manners help build relationships and get along in society, but "all that glitters is not gold" (J.R.R. Tolkien).
When I think of words I dislike, I don't think of the ones that get censored on tv or bleeped out in songs. The words that hurt the most are used in everyday conversations and usually don't grab anyone's attention: loner, reject, and loser. The negative meaning behind a socially acceptable word is more hurtful than the crudest word ever spoken. The cruelest word ever spoken is also the kindest: friend. I hated the word. It offended me. I couldn't use a word I didn't understand. Friend. I always wanted a friend. Just one. I always lied through my teeth every time I'd come home from a new setting and my mom asked me if I had made any friends. A word that brought joy to others brought me great sorrow. Friend was like a cruel joke that I wasn't getting. I don't get friends, I don't get the joke. I never got into trouble in elementary school for using the F word because I had no friend to say it to. It seemed like the other kids bonded over things they weren't supposed to say or do and disliking the same things and people. Counter-culture was the "it" thing, still is, and probably always will be. Depending on the motive, the "it" thing can reflect our lower nature which prevents us from reaching our highest communicative capacities. That being said, I understand the occasional need and/or slip-ups of releasing verbal tension between F words.
Sometimes life just gets on your effin' nerves.