The Foul-Mouth Philosopher Manifesto
Who the F*ck I Am & Why You’re Here
🗣️ Who the F*ck Is Talking
My name is Joshua Van Leuven and I’m the Foul-Mouth Philosopher, and this is the Foul-Mouth Philosopher Manifesto.
Not a guru, not your life coach, not here to sell you a juice cleanse or some weak-ass “good vibes only” t-shirt.
I’m a human who’s been through the ringer; betrayal, broke, angry, tired, confused, still standing, still swearing, still learning.
Still laughing.
Writing is how I survive.
Laughing is how I fight back.
Humor is how I don’t choke people out at the gas station.
⚡ What I Believe
- Life is brutal and beautiful, often at the same time.
- No one taught us half the shit we actually need to know.
- Miracles are real but they aren’t always polite; they’re often loud, messy, and usually show up late when you weren’t paying attention.
- Self-care isn’t all bubble baths and massages, it’s learning how to not hate your own fkn reflection.
- I tend to speak Truth. Truth that burns sin, not skin.
- Vulgarity is sacred, too.
- Laughter is a battle cry.
- Words can be weapons.
💥 What You Can Expect Here
- Essays that punch like a shot of whiskey and might burn like one too.
- Series that dig into real gaps in life nobody covers:
- Sh!t No One Ever Taught Me (That They Probably Should Have)
- The Foul Mouth Road Trip
- Why Aren’t You Touching Yourself, You Dumb Bastard (Not like that, perv; Therapeutically)
- Riffs & Rants: everything from bullshit with police to small-town gossip to the miracle of your dog not pissing on the carpet for once. Maybe a visceral recounting of experiences with the divine.
- Rituals & Reflections: because rage alone doesn’t cut it; you need tools. I’ll share what I have found.
🚬 Why I’m Doing This
For myself.
Because if I don’t write this shit down, it just rots in my head.
Because there’s probably someone out there who feels like a dumb bastard for not knowing how to clean their kitchen, or who thinks they’re alone in losing their temper, or who secretly wants permission to laugh while learning.
Because I want to prove to myself that a foul-mouth, broke-down, miracle-hunting bastard can still build something sacred out of scraps.
Ultimately; I am writing to myself. For myself. Because someone is gonna see the beauty in all this bullshit, even if it has to be me.
🖤 Final Word (for Now)
This isn’t a safe space.
It’s a true space.
If you stick around, hopefully you’ll laugh, maybe you cry? Ideally, you feel called out.
Seen.
But you’ll also get a little more free.
Welcome to the Foul-Mouth Philosopher.
Grab a drink, pet the dog, and let’s f***ing go.