My Life as a Laudryman
Posted in Anything Sexy, Family Affair with tags Female, Laundry, Male, Pink, Violet on 25 June 2008 by RichmondEvery morning, my father always put all the dirty clothes in the washing machine before going to work. He put soap and water in it and let the machine spin while I sleep. I do the rinsing hours after I get up. I don’t rinse our clothes using the washing machine since it doesn’t rinse away all the soap suds from the clothes. So I manually bring them to a huge basin and one by one rinse them by my hands.
Yesterday, when I took all the washed clothes from the washing machine I realized that my father washed the white linens; my T-shirt that I wear under my white nurse uniform, his white polo and countless whites fabrics, together with an ultra-red face towel. I think it was he might have indiscriminately taken the whole pile of whites in a bulk and put them all inside the washing machine at once, without him knowing that among the pile of white clothing, lays a really horrible looking, ultra-bright-red, old face towel.
I was rinsing the clothes and in a moment I thought it was trick of light that the clothes are tainted pink. So I went outside with one of my shirt and see. Sigh… to my dismay it wasn’t. Everything was colored pink; pink polo, pink shirt, pink worn out high school PE t shirt that I now use inside the house, pink… pink… pink.
Which made me remember of another nice piece of trivia that was told to us by our lecturer who told us about the amazing effect of missionary position. He said that the in biology, as a color coding scheme, pink is given to the male offsprings of any species, while violet is given for the females. This, according to the lecturer, is because of the respective color of genitalia of a newborn Homo sapiens. I think this is very accurate, since from what I recall, the penises of the newborn baby boys that I’ve handled were pink, while the vulvas of the opposite gender possess the striking color of violet.
He joked that this is why everytime he sees a man walking around in pink shirt he couldn’t help but think of walking pink penises and otherwise with girls wearing violet dress.
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When my father finally came, I greeted him by narrating what have happened to the fabrics of the then white clothes. He didn’t say anything but proceed to his usual cup of coffee. After a few minutes, the news has finally sink in and he said as he looked at the clothes neatly hanging outside, “Naging dilaw ba lahat?” (Have they all turned yellow?)
“PINK!” I corrected.



I sniggered at Lallaine and told her, “Yung babae tuwang-tuwa pang inaamoy sya dun.” (the girl seems to enjoy being smelled down there.)







