Inspired by The Dirty Pink Underbelly The Pink Goose is going black for the month of October. Breast cancer isn’t about boobies, tatas or tits with pink happy nipples. It isn’t about lacy bras or pink fucking ribbons. It is about women and men poisoned with chemotherapy, mutilated by surgery, burned by radiation, and dying.
Autumn is a time of transition, of reaping what has been sewn, of preparing for the sleep of winter. Nothing in nature is pink right now and cancer never has been.