I threw out color. I’m autistic. Red was a problem. Whatever dye they use makes me explode with hives, and you will swear, you feel like bees are attacking you. I do not know about dyes. All I know is I cannot wear red anything. I do not know why black works for me. Black is all the colors. I started wear all black when I was analyzing how homo sapiens sapiens, react to someone in black. It’s night and day. People are much more threatened by someone wearing all black. I don’t live in an urban art community. This is Appalachia. People are very wary of me. Especially in all that black. It’s attitude. It’s kinda disrespectful. Lending vibes that play with authority and confrontation. I have no idea how or why but black gives me a permission to sit silently, and say nothing. Gen Z from K-mart allows us to wear black Chuck Taylor Converse shoes, but the look has become so suburban, it only looks good at the mall. Unless you are Kara Swisher. The best black comes from Harley Davidson. Those tall (knee high) motorcycle boots constitute the image Wow Where Did You Come From. I have two words for folks who tell me they hate black. Eat me, I live here. I once painted my apartment black. Black walls. Black ceiling. Black bathtub. The whole nine yards. Why. So people would be intimidated. Black is imbued with voice. So many people wanted to see the apartment, I had to move. All my motorcycles have been black. For me, wearing black projects power. It says: I have no need to be you.