Poofta

What he said was that he thought it would be a shame to ruin looks like hers, and allowed she might continue working, if it was for him, ‘And your little poofta friend and all. Not that I like that sort of thing. But if he′s working then it has to go through me. I don′t want to hear nothing else.’

/he stared hard at me and for the first time noticed my hair. We both remained staring at one another for a few seconds. Then clasping both his ham-sized hands to his face, the man wheeled round and staggered back into the cell. “They′ve sent ma a bloody poofta!” he howled. “A bloody poofta!” My companions stared at me in wonderment at the reaction my few words had produced.

2010, Mohamed Khadra, Terminal Decline, 2011, Read How You Want, page 253, ‘ […] I got into a lot of trouble when I called the physicians “the pooftas of the profession”.’ He smiled again, as if to say I shouldn′t have done it, but God it felt good.