Flexing my toes in socks is one of my favorite things to do before going to sleep. I love the texture of socks: so soft and comfortable,and so soothing for me before resting. I especially like how my toes feel when they are gently gliding along the smooth surface of socks. Curling up in socked feet under the blankets is such an enjoyable pleasure. I don’t imagine that I would ever want to sleep without socks on my feet.
I have found it’s good to practice a gentle appreciation of the feelings of softness arising from socks. There’s also a fear in that it might be considered too infantile for an adult to have these kinds of tactile joys or pleasures. However, there is certainly no harm in the gentle appreciation of stocking feet, especially before bed time.
It’s very unfortunate that sometimes, for males especially, all of this kind of sensory warmth is considered either too childlike or too feminine. Part of the reason I am writing this blog is to destigmatize these urges and to stop putting a “gender” on socks, so that my inner conflicts don’t become overwhelming. If I am telling myself that something is comfortable and nice, and then telling myself that I have to grow out of it, I become very conflicted, and then it turns into a control issue. What would it be like if I simply admitted that I enjoy the soft comfort of socks, without that fact impinging on a sense of masculinity I have acquired from an early age? Once I start to accept my liking and appreciation of socks, a lot of the meaning I attach to socks might start to disappear, and they will simply be appreciated for their warmth, color and beauty.
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