Black
In support of good causes, people ask for things all the time. Money. Endorsements. Time. Organs. Various fluids. More money.
To support the Jena 6, a friend of mine asked me to wear black today.
That's it.
Details here.
And so I had to ask myself (as I usually do when confronted with questions that cross ethical/sartorial boundaries): "What would Johnny do?'
Turns out the answer is
pretty unambiguous.
To try and "carry off a little darkness on my back" today.
Doesn't seem too much to ask.
So I'll drag out the space bag labeled "angsty writer" and pull something together.
And to the Libidinous Liberal Lasses out there, please note that black can include all
kinds
of
interesting
alternatives.
10 comments:
black panties? not a problem, honey.
Black Is Beautiful!!!
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black
johnny cash
thanks, drifty
My mood today is black. Is that sufficient?
Hey, I wear black everyday!
A former lover of mine (a bookstore owner who moonlighted as a dominatrix... it's a long story...) had a pair of shoes almost exactly like that. I asked her once how she could walk in them.
"Walk?"
Black is the new Black. Doncha know?
I passed your suggestion along to my wife.
She slapped me.
Sexy panties with Tinkerbell on them?! If I were about to get into bed with someone and I found out they were wearing those, I'd run in the other direction. Likewise, if someone wanted me to wear those, I'd dump them, post-haste...
Children's cartoon characters = not sexy, and further, intellectual property belonging to giant evil corporations hellbent on extending copyright to eternity plus a day to protect same = even less sexy...
I have a recurring fantasy of forcing Tom Wolfe to slowly eat one of Johnny Cash's old black shirts while this song plays in endless loop in the background, and 30 million Americans tune in to watch it live.
But I know it's just a fantasy.
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