Purple

We were given prompts. The prompts I chose were - ‘The man and the woman are different colours and I am both of them’ ‘Over the telephone’ and ‘You specialize, and it’s survival.’ 

This was the result (not autobiographical (only maybe 20% so))

The man and the woman are different colours and I am both of them. The man is blue and the woman is pink. I am pink on the inside, right through like a grapefruit, but on the outside I’m all blue. I am supposed to wear the pink exterior, but my grapefruit womb and my pink, floating ovaries cannot stop me – I feel like a man. My voice sounds pink, though – velvety. Over the phone I am ‘Miss’. And that’s okay; you have to have that balance – the pink and the blue. They both come out, and sometimes they even mesh so that I’m purple, a different colour from a man, a woman. You need to get them all right to know how to wear every colour, and like a perfect palette, know what they make when they mix. You’re a colour specialist. You specialize, and it’s survival. 

- 2012