Depending on your disciplines, black could be the appearance of a substance that absorbs all spectrums of light and reflects none, as in the pigments of a painter's pallet, la... moreDepending on your disciplines, black could be the appearance of a substance that absorbs all spectrums of light and reflects none, as in the pigments of a painter's pallet, lamp, bone, char or ink. Or it could be what you see when deep within a cave, the total absence of light. Either way, black is full of poetic resonances, it's meaning shifting like a chameleon, to signal according to its context.So what is black to you?
I’m referring to situations wherein l know absolutely that no one else is going to see my underwear all day long, yet because I always match or blend the colors of my clothin... moreI’m referring to situations wherein l know absolutely that no one else is going to see my underwear all day long, yet because I always match or blend the colors of my clothing and/or the accessories worn with my clothing, I often make sure that the color of my underwear matches also. It occurred to me this morning that as a now lifelong habit that started in my teens, why do I do it? As a young single man, sure, there was always the thought, the hope, or the probability/possibility that I’d get to strip down in front of some young lass and impress her with my choice of hue-appropriate briefs. Now as an old married guy who hasn’t been with any other woman or women for decades, it’s still an accustomed behavior, but why so deeply ingrained in me?P.S. This is not about the presentability of one’s underwear, such as cleanliness, not ripped or torn or frayed, etc., its not about the style or type of underwear, it’s only about selecting the color of the underwear.~ less
