My favorite color from four years of age through my early twenties was black. I don’t know why. It was an awesome color in my eyes. I could never understand why my mother would not allow me to paint my room black. It wasn’t until high school when I understood the scientific reason why that may not have been a good idea, but I was still in love with black.

Black became my fashion statement in the mid eighties through the late nineties. Don’t get me wrong, I am still crazy about it, mostly because I look good in black. My dark brown/black hair and pale white skin can complement a black outfit with a little splash of color.

As I grew older and expanded my color interests, red became my favorite color. Ah red…a power color. Red became important in my life as I struggled to find my place in the world. I also began exploring my role as a submissive. Coincidentally, about the same time I began heavily training in the martial arts, dark blue was added into my repertoire. It wasn’t until eight months ago that my niece and nephew asked me about my favorite colors. The conversation occurred like this: My nephew asks, “Aunt A, what is your favorite color?” “Well, I don’t have one favorite color.” “Aunt A! You can have more than one favorite color!” “Okay, my favorite colors are dark blue, red, purple, and black.” Suddenly my niece says, “Those are the colors of bruises.” Holy crap! She was right! How did she know about my secret life? She didn’t. She knew about my love for sparring and breaking boards. The kids study a different martial art from me. Martial arts is one of our common bonds. Kids are perceptive and know more than we give them credit for. Can they really see the secret side of me? I hope not.

These days my predominant favorite color is purple. Purple represents passion and royalty. I am a far cry from royalty but I am a rare breed. I know I’m different. Let’s focus on passion. It’s a subject I will address in further detail in a future post, but in the meantime I will clarify what I mean by passion. I’m not talking about sexual passion, but a passion for life. Sexual passion may be included in this category but it isn’t the entire make up of passion. Recent decisions and changes in my life have led me to open my eyes and realize I wasn’t loving life. Once that realization was made, changes in my attitude and perception began. I remember the woman I was so long ago and almost want to kick myself for my lack of observation. I can’t change the past. I can only live in the present and hope that I don’t lose the passion in the future. Purple has become the new black. Black will always be my first love, but love changes and the same feeling that attracted you to it in the first place can never be what it once was. I look great in black, fabulous in red, confident in dark blue, but spectacular in purple. Be passionate about the life you live.

A Mac