Roller Skates & Rink Rash
They arrive with gym bags and day jobs. Teachers, nurses, office workers. Then, they become something else entirely. Knee pads over fishnet stockings. Fierce names painted across backs. What draws me to this isn't the speed or even the collisions, but the permission these skaters grant themselves—to take up space, to fall hard, to sweat without apology, and pick themselves and each other back up. The bruises fade. The community doesn’t.
