This month is Gay and Lesbian Pride Month and the Annual Gay Pride Parade in Boston was held this weekend. With so many people donning pink, it brought back to my mind a story from early in my relationship with Angry Joyce.
I am somewhat color-blind. I can see basic colors but certain shades of color can throw me off. I have a hard time with distinguishing between shades that border between blue and green and blur between blue and purple but I was fairly confident in my reds. Until the subject of a pair of my underwear forced me to re-evaluate my view of pink.
I had a pair of red underwear that I wore for luck on dates. I had noticed that if I wore this pair of drawers, they worked like magic in the getting lucky department. One day after Angry Joyce and I had moved in together, she asked me why I had a pair of hot pink underwear. I argued that they were red. But after a consultation with an impartial judge, I had to concede that they were pink.
In order to successfully pull off wearing pink underwear one must either be gay, very confident of their masculinity, or colorblind. I really can't say why these pink drawers worked such magic and success with the ladies. Maybe they made me seem sensitive, or maybe they exuded confidence, or just maybe things are truly prettier in pink.
*** I love the description in the link of the Women's Block Party, with the Ho-Down in the City. You have to admire that sort of humor.***