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As a kid, I really loved the color pink. Something about it made me smile then. Something about it makes me smile now.
But I was a boy, and I was told by one too many people that little boys shouldn’t like pink. Even then, I knew these people were asshats and full of crap. It’s just a color.
Thankfully, neither of my parents were in that group. Mostly.
My dad didn’t like being told what to do and wouldn’t allow others to tell me how to think and what to do. His view was if it’s not literally hurting anyone, do your thing.
And if my liking pink bothered them or hurt their sense of what’s right in the world, they deserved to be bothered and hurt. I was lucky to have him on my side.
My mom, though, was a lot more…complicated. As one of the world’s biggest people pleasers and worrywarts, she would have would preferred I didn’t like pink—or at least not like it (or wear it) publicly. What WOULD the neighbors think?! Clutch them pearls.
So I learned early on to keep certain things about myself...to myself.
From liking the color pink to liking boys who also liked the color pink, as I got older, let’s just say I got really good at telling the truth without telling the whole truth. I think most LGBTQ+ folks share a similar story.
I’ve been doodling and noodling about how telling these kinds of half-truths has impacted not just me personally but society at large.
Even after over 25 years of being “out” and “proud,” shame in all its forms is a mfer and continues to rear its ugly head and make me want to run for the hills.
As extremists across the political spectrum weaponize our differences (including which Pride flag we like best to who we hang out with and know) and use them to con and grift their way into power, I do my best to keep it all in perspective.
History is a pendulum swing. So many trends have come and gone in my 50+ years that I do my best to remain ignorant of their presence…until after they’re gone. Easier not to miss them and learn the lessons without wasting all the time and energy.
For the record, even though I have many opinions about the current state of the world, I’m not here to tell you how to think, feel, or live.
What the world doesn’t need is another “expert,” “guru,” or “influencer” trying to tell you they have all the answers…and you can too for 4 easy installments of $19.99.
I’m just a creative guy who makes and posts art and videos on the internet. I’m just a gay/queer dude who’s old enough to “know better,” but doesn’t know any other way to be and/or live. I’m just a man trying to make it all make sense for myself. Human.
Feel free to agree/disagree. But please keep in mind the first rule of Collide Press: Be Kind…Or Rewind (Elsewhere). Same rule applies on all platforms. Civility and kindness are basic human rights. And I reserve the right to block, mute, remove those who can’t or won’t understand that.
learned early on that I was born coloring outside the lines. Sometimes with a pink crayon in hand. Sometimes by seeing other guys I wanted to “color” with. I still wish I could just like pink (and men) without feeling like I have to defend or explain myself.
Collide Press has become my online version of living out loud (and proud) and connecting with others who likely have a similar history and perspective.
And where our histories and perspectives differ, I hope we can all agree to remain kind and reasonable. It’s not always easy. That’s why I keep this Dolly Parton quote handy in case of emergency:
“When I meet someone, I look at their eyes and their smile and seek out the good first - it's easy to find when you're looking for it. You let a person shine with their own light and try to connect it to yours. As soon as I say hello, I go right to that light and I don't care who you are! I know we're all pieces of the same thing - I go for that common light because I know it's in all of us.”
Dolly Parton
Besides being a national treasure, Dolly Parton inspires me personally because she also loves the color pink…and men.
Namaste..GAY!
Clint
P.S. Hopefully that wasn’t too rambling. I started writing about one thing and quickly got pulled into a different direction. Muses…can be amusing. Or annoying, depending on your pov. Thanks for reading.
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I have about twenty or so years on you, I imagine. I got a double whammy at birth: I'm surely enough a homo, but I'm also Aspbergian. High functioning autistic. Undiagnosed but truly unmistakable. I never "got" what people were up to, even friendly ones. I've been gradually sorting through the rubble over the years. I've done a lot of pretend hiding over the years too, for all that I was part of the original Gay, Lesbian, etc. group at my southern university in the early 70's and migrated to San Francisco as soon as I could get there. Thing is, I don't think anyone but me was much fooled by all that performance art. Silly rabbit. So, pink? What a fun color to have in your toolkit.
Forgot to mention.... For centuries pink was only for boys/men and blue was strictly feminine. The swap happened a little over a hundred years ago and the only thing I remember about it is that it was one of the first recorded societal changes engineered by modern advertising.