Pink was a man's color before someone decided it wasn't. The decision was not unanimous. It is being unmade slowly, in colors that drip down shirts at parties no one was strictly invited to.

It is the color you actually are inside. Open anything that breathes and pink is the answer. We have known this for a long time and pretended otherwise.

The drip is on purpose. Nothing about this shirt was finished neatly. It is the color of a thought that is still happening.

Pink, but drippy.