There are very real, intense moments when I do not know up from down, left from right, or forwards from backwards. Sometimes I question myself and wonder just what the hell I am doing, and why I am doing it.
Sometimes it makes no sense. Other times it makes all the sense in the world.
Am I really this way? Do I really enjoy being femmed out? Is this really who I am? You gotta be kidding me, right? Right??!!
Of course, the answer to these questions, and many such similar questions, is a resounding and undeniable “YES!” I am this way, whatever this way is. This really is who I am, whoever that may be.
The thing is, in my world, the sky is pink.
I love pink.
Pink represents femininity. Pink represents femaleness. Pink is bestowed upon girls at birth as if by some unwritten right or privilege. Pink is beautiful.
Did I mention that I love pink?
As much as I love it, though, I need not wear pink, I need not cloak myself within pink, and I need not bathe within pink to be me. I simply need to know that pink is there, ready and willing to accept my embrace and the love I offer it upon request, and to be there for me when I need it.
Regardless of my desire, in whatever manner it may play out, the color pink shrouds my essence, blankets my soul, and influences mightily my thoughts and emotions.
Pink is awesome. Pink is magical. Pink is as it should be – PINK!!!
And during those times I allow myself, those times that I believe in myself, and those times I accept myself for who and what I am, my sight, perception, and view of the world and myself is colored through the fantastic, satisfying, ethereal pink lenses of life and love.
It can be hard. It can be easy. It can be amazing. It can be tragic. It can be whatever we make it to be. It can be pink.
I did mention that I love pink, right?
What color is the sky in your world?