Both my Ts cursed frequently. They never cursed at me or cursed in a way that could be misconstrued as name-calling or remotely sexual or angry. Just cursing in the way many people, including me, curse in their self-talk or with their closet friends. It helped me get down to the nitty-gritty of rude thoughts and strong feelings I'd been keeping buried. But it was done delicately, with sensitivity, if cursing like a drunken sailor on shore leave can be called sensitive. (With apologies to all sober non-cursing sailors.)