PINK

Something about embrace. Something about my interiority and how I am not perceived in the way that I believe I present, not just in a gender way, but in a person way. Something about men and what it means to be a man, and how pink was once a color for everyone. Pink lost itself. I found pink. Pink is form. Pink is texture. Pink is material - the material of home, the material of security, the material of anxiety, the material of my self. I am pink. You see my insides. The known parts and the unknown parts - all made flesh, all made pink. My desire, my striving for more, for better, for care, for warmth, for acceptance, for protection, all wrapped in the coral hue. Content comes from color, both formal and conceptual. Pink is not meek, pink is not assuming, pink is not unemotional, pink is not forward. Pink keeps my secrets.