GLORY! (hole) 2025

Walsingham Abbey

These images aren’t about voyeurism. They’re about history. For many men, places like this were some of the only spaces where desire could exist if not safely, then quietly.

A hole in a wall became a workaround for shame, danger, and social policing. A small act of resistance. A way to connect without being exposed.

These were taken in the public toilets at Walsingham Abbey, a site of pilgrimage and religious authority. That context matters. There’s something loaded about queer intimacy carving out space beneath centuries of moral control.

Seeing the hole sealed up feels symbolic. Not just maintenance, but erasure. It makes me wonder what happens when even our hidden spaces disappear. What traces of our culture remain, and who gets to decide which histories are allowed to stay visible?