07/06/2025 18:16:46 by Alix
I first began to experience sexual impulses toward socks around the time I became sexually aware. Back in elementary school, when my father would toss his black socks onto the sofa, I couldn’t help but feel an urge to smell them. Later on, when my classmates wore black Nike socks, I felt similar desires—even though I didn’t yet realize that I was attracted to boys.
For a while, I dated girls, all the way up until just before college. It was only then that I began to slowly understand that I was actually more drawn to men. This realization was deeply significant for me, but even more so was coming to terms with my fetish. Over time, I learned to accept it as an integral part of who I am—something that makes me unique and, in a way, special.
That said, this part of me also makes it hard to find a long-term, stable relationship. I’m not particularly into anal sex, which is often expected in gay relationships, and that mismatch can make it challenging to find someone who is truly compatible with me.
