2/4/2012 - Photo

This almost, nearly, very almost, makes me admire pink… maybe one day, just maybe I shall wear something pretty for Master in pink and see what He has to say about it… rolledtrousers: Oh how easy it is to decry pink, to label it as childish, immature, unintelligent. To push it into a grey corner with a snide derision, to stick to your reds and purples, or, for those more conservative among you, your pale, tertiary pastels.  Now, I wouldn’t wear pink myself, because clearly that’s not the kind of man I am. I have neither the inclination, nor the somewhat confusing urge to beat my chest and declare what a man I am because I wear pink. Surely the confident thing to do is to neither actively avoid or actively partake in a colour you don’t particularly have any strong feelings towards wearing? I digress. On a submissive woman, though, I can’t think of something I like more than the varying shades of pink. If there ever was a colour that was resolutely submissive, then it was pink. Acquiescing to the stronger reds, the pure whites, it’s between, supplicant to both. Soft, utterly feminine, and just… lovely. I think that’s it. It’s lovely. Completely, resolutely. Perhaps that’s what polarises people so. They need a bit of sophistication to their niceness, or some edge to their pleasant nature. But with pink, it’s just… that. Just lovely. Nothing more, nothing less. 

This almost, nearly, very almost, makes me admire pink… maybe one day, just maybe I shall wear something pretty for Master in pink and see what He has to say about it…

rolledtrousers:

Oh how easy it is to decry pink, to label it as childish, immature, unintelligent. To push it into a grey corner with a snide derision, to stick to your reds and purples, or, for those more conservative among you, your pale, tertiary pastels. 

Now, I wouldn’t wear pink myself, because clearly that’s not the kind of man I am. I have neither the inclination, nor the somewhat confusing urge to beat my chest and declare what a man I am because I wear pink. Surely the confident thing to do is to neither actively avoid or actively partake in a colour you don’t particularly have any strong feelings towards wearing? I digress.

On a submissive woman, though, I can’t think of something I like more than the varying shades of pink. If there ever was a colour that was resolutely submissive, then it was pink. Acquiescing to the stronger reds, the pure whites, it’s between, supplicant to both. Soft, utterly feminine, and just… lovely.

I think that’s it. It’s lovely. Completely, resolutely. Perhaps that’s what polarises people so. They need a bit of sophistication to their niceness, or some edge to their pleasant nature. But with pink, it’s just… that. Just lovely. Nothing more, nothing less. 

(Source: musandmus)

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