THESE Socks
Fall 2022
This series was very emotional for me to make. It’s very personal and intimate. All these socks I was gifted by past boyfriends, years ago, when I didn’t know I was queer.
Why do I still have these socks? Why am I holding onto them? Scattered around my room, fogging up my mind. They’re unraveling, dirty, stained. I’m wearing them every day. They are wearing me down. It’s like I am walking in someone else's socks. These socks aren’t me anymore. That person who wore them with hope, love, and excitement, is no more. They are weighing me down. I don’t want them in my path any more. These socks do not matter any longer. I don’t wear these socks anymore. I won’t.
Why do I still have these socks? Why am I holding onto them? Scattered around my room, fogging up my mind. They’re unraveling, dirty, stained. I’m wearing them every day. They are wearing me down. It’s like I am walking in someone else's socks. These socks aren’t me anymore. That person who wore them with hope, love, and excitement, is no more. They are weighing me down. I don’t want them in my path any more. These socks do not matter any longer. I don’t wear these socks anymore. I won’t.