#Everyone uses frocio

[laststandx3]

What the hell are you guys talking about?? People outside the lgbt community use FROCIO don't you remember it being an insult?? The pope isn't using queer millennial slang. Frocio was here before millennials reclaimed. And the fact that you hear it only in queer spaces just means that people who are in fact homophonic but know it's not as social accepted anymore use, gay. Frocio was an insult. The fact that it got reclaimed doesn't mean it's not amymore. Frocio is a common word, it's fun for the meme that the pope magically learnt it yesterday but he's an old man, homophobic and misogynistic and all the shit the head of the church can be. So yeah it's a fucking insult. If you're an Italian queer who only ever heard frocio in friendly terms I'm so happy for you. But the pope was using it as an insult.

[liesmyth]

Pope overheard the Swiss Guard talking shit, asked what they meant by that phrase, they lied, and now it's everyone's problem

the Swiss guard WOULD... tbh frankly in my experience most people in Italy who say “frociaggine” are in fact froci themselves. I choose to believe one of these seminaristi froci grew up to become the pope's assistant

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[hacash]

for the word meme: Meyer and Charlie with Ayurnamat?

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Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.

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It’s fucking hard to breathe here. He thinks it’s the Florida heat, close and sticky and as far from the streets of Grodno as it’s possible to get. Then he thinks it’s the smoke - sometimes it gets hard to take a draw, tightness to the lungs, God knows, they say some crazy shit, these doctors… But it’s not. It’s none of that. It’s the empty space across the shitty hotel room, where Charlie should be.

(You develop a reputation around the old neighbourhood as a steady thinker, a steady hand at the card tables, as cool a head as you could hope to find. ‘That Meier,’ the old men say, ‘he moves slow, but he thinks he’s going places fast.’ You ignore them.

You ignore people a lot, in the early days. You let them think you’re ignoring them, at any rate.)

He has to admit, he’d thought the ultimatum would be enough to make Charlie back down. Listen to reason. He’d forgotten: all those years playing poker alongside A.R’s cronies, Charlie never had the patience to back down before a bluff.

He pours a drink, slow. (You’ve seen too many gangsters succumb to the same stuff they peddle; it makes for clumsy hands.) Takes a long swig. It’s the first time in over ten years, he realises with a queasy lurch, that he doesn’t know what Charlie Luciano is going to do next.

That’s a problem.

(You come back from school that first day with a bloody nose, eyes so swollen you can barely see straight. Jake curses. Luckily your mother’s not around; it’s only your father, who dabs at your bruises with arnica and ruffles your hair ineffectually.

“Some older boys. Their leader said he’d beat me if I didn’t give them my money; so I didn’t.”

Your father smiles, that gentle milk-and-water smile. You want to slap it from his face, and you’re ten years old. “Well. You’ll go back to school tomorrow, yes? And they’ll have had their fill, they won’t come after you again.”

He likes to see the best in things, your mother tells you. That’s something to admire. You want to point out, what’s best in leaking roofs and mould on the walls and landlords that snigger when you say you can’t afford repairs. What’s best in jokes about blood, money, the same tired old shtik that was supposed to have been left behind in Poland, like a pair of forgotten shoes. What’s best in five dollars a day to break your back for someone who spits your name like it’s too much effort to keep it on their tongue. What’s best about living they way they want you to live, crouched out of sight in the shadows they make?

You shake your head. “No. He’ll be back tomorrow.”)

He wonders, coolly detached and lighting his second cigarette in so many minutes, if it might not be worth warning Petrochelli that some dumb two-bit low-life meshuggeneh (alright…maybe you are angrier than you let on) might come around and try to blow his head in. On balance, likely not. That sort of thing doesn’t make for mutual trust amongst business partners. Petrochelli’s a grown man, after all.

Besides, Nucky wouldn’t like it. Best to keep him sweet. He can handle Nucky.

“I was surprised to hear your partner dropped out so soon after coming all the way down here,” Atlantic City’s former treasurer remarks the next day, when everyone else has cleared out. “It’s not like popping round to Park Avenue for you boys, after all.”

“You know Charlie. He does what he wants, when he wants.” He slips silk into his voice.

“Funny,” Nucky says, the little avuncular twinkle in his eye. The frightening thing is, he really thinks the old bastard means it. Personally, Nucky Thompson is the world’s friend: a hundred dollars slipped to the frightened widow, a cheeky aside to the bellboys in his hotels, paternal advice to every down-and-out and hoodlum who passes his door. Personally, Nucky Thompson loves them all. But when it comes down to brass tacks… “Always thought the two of you were joined at the hip. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.”

He doesn’t know – or care – who they’re supposed to be. “Gotta move with the times, Mister Thompson. Nucky.”

Petrochelli is still alive by the time he leaves Florida. You’ve got to look on the bright side.

(You’ve known all along: you and Charlie, there ‘til the end.

It’s not as if you haven’t heard what people say – frocio, pillow-biter – and they don’t measure up. It’s not like there haven’t been women – haven’t been men, to be honest – but at the end of the day, it’s you and Charlie. It’s never bothered you. You’ve never tried to define it; it is what it is.

The thought of that no longer being the case frightens you. You used to tell yourself you weren’t easily frightened.)

Petrochelli isn’t the problem, not really. Neither is the deal. He can handle those. Business is business, and at the end of the day business is easy.

What’s not easy is the flash in Charlie’s eyes as he gets to his feet, the way his hands twitch as if aching for the feel of a gun. The bile in his voice as he speaks, spitting out poison. You sly little -

He already has a list of people he means to kill, and people who speak like that to him are top of that list.

(You don’t worry about the future, because you know, know, how it’s going to pan out. No point in worrying about things that won’t change. Some things just have to come to pass. Massaria’s smug face split asunder, his mouth that so easily spills insults now filled with blood. Eli Thompson’s hands, that once so readily held a gun to your head as he barked – dig –now shaking when he sees his son.

Nucky’s knees, creaking – getting on in years now, yes? they all get old, and they don’t expect to, they don’t plan for the future like they should – as he kneels in the dirt. Stares up at you. Blinks. Pleads.

No point in worrying. Some things are just meant to be.)

On the train back to New York he takes himself through it, the list of things that are beyond his power. Life, death, the forces of the law and government. The powers of New York and Atlantic City bearing over him. And Charlie Luciano. He can’t do a damn thing about Charlie Luciano.

Despite everything, he finds himself repressing a hint of a smile. These seem like good odds to him.

(You’ve always been sure of yourself, in a way that unsettles people who don’t know you better. Short, unassuming, Jewish, foreign. You ought to be tripping over your own feet just to beg for the privilege of waiting at the table, let alone taking a place at it. You ought to be frantic with desperation, eagerness to please. And the fact that you’re not…it scares people.

That Meier. Moves slow, but you watch him. He gets places fast.) 

Can’t worry about things that can’t be changed, he tells himself as the train slowly, surely eases him back towards home.

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[fabiochampioraro]

I spent 5 days in Rome with my younger cousins and, even if i hate to complain about youngsters and my family, they’re the perfect example of kids with too permissive parents who are only good at shouting at them for futile things but spoil them too much without teaching any actual manners.

They were never curious or awed by anything, after 30 mins they wanted to go away from historical places and were only interested in luxury shopping (they constantly talked about going to Gucci or Armani), but then they complained for an 8€ pizza bc they wanted to go to Macca’s or bc our aunt asked them to share the grocery shopping expenses. They’re also constantly making fun of me making me feel insecure and unwanted, also they seem to use very often “frocio” (“fag”) as an insult and laugh at every mention of someone being gay. But that’s what you get when you don’t give your kids any culture inputs but instead they teach them to have anything they want whenever they want and that who buys more luxury stuff is better than anyone else, and that they’re the best of the world.

I usually try not to be bothered by this stuff, as i was victim of bullies for all my life, but fuck i feel like crying even if love them bc my social anxiety makes me think that i’m hated and so awkward that everyone loves to make fun of me.

[uppy-lun4]

FINALLY THE TERM “frocio” (fag/faggot) IS PUNISHABLE IN ITALY

After decades finally here in Italy using the term “frocio” (fag/faggot) is a punishable crime since it remarks an injuri to personal identity and meaning of dejection to the targeted individual, in this case the defense of the accused had to pay 30k euros of fines. There are so many leftovers from the fascism days and really slowly they are being removes, this is a small step to make this whole land a better country, I send my thanks to everyone who supports the right of every human regardless of gender, ethnicity or anything.

More info: https://www.tgcom24.mediaset.it/cronaca/cassazione-dare-del--frocio--e-sempre-diffamazione_32795467-202102k.shtml

[liesmyth]

does "frociaggine" have any other meaning in italian other than "faggot"? like, in portuguese the word "viado" technically means "deer", but everyone uses it for pt version of "faggot". is frociggine something like that?

NO, frocio quite literally only means "faggot", at least in Rome where it originated as slang, knowing how wildly varied Italian dialects can be, it might as well mean something else elsewhere. I looked it up and wikipedia tells me it used to mean "nostril" although I can't find any citation for it. Anyway, it has no other meaning except as a slur (currently very popular as a reclaimed slur, all derivative words — i.e. frocia, frociate, frocerie, frociaggine, frociarola, frocetto etc. are used within the community and I personally never hear them anywhere else.)

We also have "finocchio" that literally means "fennel" and it's also a derogatory word for gay men. Also, "checca" (kind of a nonsense word) and "ricchione" (may be a corruption of the spanish maricon idk) that, again, are 100% purely slurs, reclaimed to some extents but way less than frocio / frocia has.

By contrast there's a lack of slang words / slurs to denote other sexualities under the queer umbrella, and tbh that's probably why frociə is so universal within the community.