I grew up seeing only pink and blue defining things such as sex, roles, clothes one should wear, personalities commonly shared, length of hair, and everything the majority care; living through what's supposed an individual as a pink and blue do.
She was a teen when she first learned cooking rice in a pot and cleaning the floor from dust. A teenager they started to familiarize of doing different household chores step by step. From the first thing to do in the morning to the unending list of things to take care of. Things a she like me was expected and were held responsible to. For my sexuality is painted in pink.
When she've learned it, relatives teasingly commented she could get herself a husband already. Told her when she grows up, she were to change diapers and serve her husband best as she can. She was ordered to stay at home and settle herself on the couch like the world revolves around the corners of the house.
If not, a sit was the only available space for her outside. Asked to hand over a coffee on her boss' desk, fix the schedule, and run errands for him.
Pink has always been the least of priority, have less opportunity, belittled and looked at as a weak being.
While he, he was raised to be strong to build a family of his own. To be able to protect them and provide their needs. That he should work, expected to do heavy jobs and stumbling down in every ground hiring for a position. Doesn't really matter what as long as he could earn a living and makes sure they have at least a plate or two on the table to feed.
At every occasion, he needs to sit behind his elders drinking and laughing and boasting who's more what, blabbering life advices they can't preach, and all other stuff you can hear from a drunken mouth where a he like me should learn from and carry with for it is part of the tradition, the culture we preserve, we value.
But too loud this stereotype to just let it stay and lay with us on our comfort zones. I've had enough of this blue and pink to be the only clothing starting from my generation to embrace while all other colors are banging on our doors waiting to be welcomed. I will never get used to closed windows, I won't never be okay watching tradition be tradition and culture be culture.
I am neither a she or he, believe me, I am more than what it stand for.
I am me.
And I strongly support every breath to inhale that.
xiv. color series: pink&blue
