Once upon a time I fell madly in love with the color pink. I liked her vibrational positivity. I liked her girly-vibes, because we all know — that despite the fact that I’m a mega dyke — I’m the girliest-girl in girl-world.
I really loved that pink didn’t downplay her wild femininity. I liked that she still splashed herself all of over clothes, even when fashion legend, Karl Lagerfeld famously stated: “Think pink but don’t wear it.”
That’s what I’d think to myself. Pink was my ~chosen~ color.
Pink is is the girl I thought I was for a long a while. But at some point it seemed, I fell out of ~alignment~ with pink. Maybe it was because my sordid past didn’t seem to fit her historically virtuous narrative. Maybe too many *other bitches* had already claimed her as their own. Maybe she triggered some deep-rooted insecurities tucked away inside of me. Maybe I overdid her. Maybe I’m just your typical disgusting fuckboy. I took poor pink baby for granted. Chewed her up and only to spit her pretty pink energy out on to the sidewalk.
I don’t know.
But all I do know is that I was favorite color lost for awhile there. Which felt like an identity crisis. Which as someone who’s already sunk in the confusing seas of coming out of the goddamn, closet — identity crises are of no interest to me.
And then, like fucking kismet, I stumbled upon lavender. I was lost and lavender found me. Purr.
I felt so…seen.
And then I met lavender’s bitchy older-sister violet. Violet and I were instantly connected.
Then I met petulant lilac. I love a petulant child, don’t you?
Purple is the bad girl’s pink. I thought to myself.
Or is purple the sad girl’s pink?
Or is she the bad/sad girl’s pink?
Or is she just a color like no other; a moody beauty that makes my brain tingle and eyes flicker in a way that pretty pretty pink could only ~dream~ of?
Is purple a magnet for the sad girl/bad girl spirit because she’s gloomy and gleamy and glamorous at all at once?
I mean pink is cool and all and can light up a room (especially in the form of faux-fur) —
— but I think she lacks the soulfulness and precarious past of purple.
Pink poses; purple pouts. Pink waited till she fell in love to lose her virginity. Purple had a passionate affair with her professor. While pink played with dolls, purple smoked cigarettes with bad boys behind malls.
Pink is plastic,
purple is pleather.
Pink got good grades;
Pink is a pale couch you see on pinterest,
purple is a woman you could never own because she’s the most a peace when totally mother fucking alone.
(But you will never forget Purple because that one night when she came to your apartment for that party her violet wine spilled all over your pinterest pink couch but secretly you don’t really mind because a bitch like her comes along only once in a lifetime).
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1 thought on “Purple Is The Bad Girl’s Pink (Or Is It The Sad Girl’s Pink?)”
I love both pink and purple alot . Although when my hair was violet , I did dress moodier. So maybe it is a sad girl color .