Purple is the gayest color. Only last year did I learn that, but I suspect I always knew. Which explains why I never wore purple. Even once. Newly aware of this, I had such an urge to reverse my internalized homophobia. Perhaps a coincidence, perhaps not, a purple t-shirt appeared in my used clothing pile, almost immediately. It was new and perfect in every way. Maybe I had seen it before, but it had been invisible.
Thank you, Mimi McGurl and Farm Arts Collective for your art talk on queer gardening, where you helped me embrace purple, and gay up my garden. It has never looked better.
Pride month is winding down, but in light of recent events, let’s have a pride YEAR. Can we please? I have never felt gayer.
