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I am not surprised to hear the suggestion that a lot of men wish to wear high heels but so few men do out in public. I am a person that tends to seek out percentages on things and read recently where 47% of men have tried on what is considered feminine clothing at least once in their life. That is a lot, but I think it shows what we know: fashion curiosity is a human thing and not a gender thing. Heck my wife is constantly wearing my shirts and I can never find my jacket she wore and left somewhere. Just as an example to this though, I was a competitive swimmer in my youth, and for faster swim times my swim coach had men and women do shaving parties before tournaments. This gave me a huge dislike for body hair, so I have always been almost fully shaven. I was so self-conscious about this that I have said for years that I have a condition where little hair grew on my body. I flat out lied. I shaved and I have for years. Well come to find out, I am hardly the only man that does. A very personal part of me that I shaved 30 years ago that few men ever did, now a whopping 66% is shaven now by men. And a man that shaves his legs is up to 15%. Over time I see that percentage increasing even more as other men find out, we are not so different as we thought. My point here is that what people do privately might astound people in the higher percentages than they ever imaged. I mean, who would have ever thought 15 out of 100 men you see have shaven legs under their pants. I came here because my wife LOVES high heels and I love that she wears them, but I admit I have tried them on. I have never worn any out in public though. But as a lover of history, I know that high heels were historically for men, then taken over by women, and now reverting back to men’s wear. I am glad to see that reversal. I think over time high heels worn by men will be far more common place. And it has happened. Keds was the first shoe ever designed entirely for women in 1916. Now in 2024 a fashionable shoe for men is a type of shoe that looks very similar to Keds. While a bad example because they are not high heels, it does prove that even in shoes; fashion styles transcend genders. Who is to say it will not happen with men wearing high heels?

I've been browsing this site for a long time. But after my most recent escapade I knew I'd have to share. I want to make a post detailing my history a bit as I've found other smiliar stories and experiences informative. In the meantime though I will share my boldest public outing. So the plan was simple go out in the early AM in flats. Walk to a remote area change into heels, walk around a bit. Change back, walk home. Easy. My biggest problem though is what pair of heels? I bought some bright pink mary Jane's with a slight chunky heel and a nice t bar strap. About 3 and 3/4 of an inch tall. I only intended to wear them at home because they were so blatantly feminine and bright. But they fit well and I can walk in them comfortably, they also can be walked in without being incredible loud. That is if you walk with good technique. I figured that I wouldn't even see anybody and for some reason I picked them for my walk. So I got dressed. Threw a hoodie on slipped into some old ratty sneakers grabbed my heels and head out the door. This was nerve-wracking. But I tried my best to bolster my confidence. Why would I a man be walking holding a pair of bright pink heels? Maybe my GF left them at my house and I'm dropping them off, who knows. These are the mind games I play so I don't feel so awkward about the whole thing. As I walked I ended up at a small stair set. I sat down and took off my sneakers. I slipped my heels on. I took a couple steps and they sound alright and I can walk alright. However I began hearing voices coming closer and closer. I panicked. I frantically tore my heels off and just in the nick of time I was able to get my sneakers back on and as they rounded the corner I began to walk away. At this point my mission felt fubar. For some reason there was a relatively high amount of activity for that time of night. I began to feel discouraged. I also grew paranoid that it was some kind of security and they'd follow me. Thankfully I kept walking and they didn't. I wanted to call it quits but I couldn't turn back and possibly run into whoever that was, so I kept marching forward. Again I saw a man perhaps leaving a late shift or arriving for one. Again the activity scared me. But I doubled down and kept walking. I had now made it to a large parking lot and I knew that there would be nobody there. So I found a big set of stairs sat down and put my heels on. I left my sneakers sitting there and begin to walk. If I walked either heel to toe or tried to land my foot evenly my heels weren't too loud on the concrete. I felt my confidence begin to return. I felt comfortable walking and with my jeans partly covering my feet I felt reasonable safe. So in a spur of the moment decision I decided to go back for my sneakers, but not to change back. I picked up my old sneakers and found the nearest trash can and tossed them. Now I couldn't chicken out. I'd have to walk the mile back home in heels. Well unless I wanted to do the walk of shame and walk barefooted on the wet ground. I felt relatively confident, I knew the area well and I could navigate the quiet darker places and I'd only have to risk one section on the way home. So things went smoothly, well besides the fact my feet already hurt and I was was only a quarter of the way. I couldn't change my mind now! So I was beginning to reach the tricky portion of my walk. I knew that this was a sort of choke point between two sections of town and I would be more likely to see somone there. Surprise surprise as I was thinking this I rounded the corner and a young man was walking right my way about 20 feet ahead. I had no time to panic or hide. I just kept walking. I even instinctively made eye contact and nodded but they just stared straight ahead and kept walking. I was a hooded dude in jeans and pink heels I wonder if he even noticed haha. Either way I survived and the rest of the walk was uneventful. My worst case scenario happened and it was fine. So that was my little adventure. I have more to share in the future. If any of yall got questions id love to hear them. Thanks for reading. Also I've never been very good at writing so hopefully I conveyed this story decently enough and any grammatical stuff wasn't too egregious. -Goose

I have been waxing my legs for 8 years so that I can use KT tape on them to play sports. Only a few times a year. I now have very short light-colored hair, and almost no hair in places. But I still need to wax them, because even a little hair intefers with the actions of the tape. The women that wax my legs are jealous of how little hair I now have. I hate stubble when shaved hair grows back, so instead of shaving a region before an operation, I will now get it waxed. It only hurts the first couple of times......LOL

Goose, as you will find out the more you wear heels, the more you'll want to wear them. I love wearing heels and my wife it totally OK with it. I'm not at all concerned about wearing my heels out to be seen. I even have some women friends who are always looking to see what kind of heels, I'm wearing and get compliments many times. So don't be afraid to wear your heels out and about. I do!!!!!!!!! Happy Heeling, bluejay

It has been 10 years at least since I started shaving my legs. I have been shaving the tops of my feet since I was a teenager. No one has ever mentioned a thing about it except for my wife. If someone ever does mention it, I have the perfect comeback prepared. "Because hairy legs with Daisy Dukes look terrible!" Which is simultaneously the whole truth and kind of a smartass answer. My construction buddies would appreciate it.

A century ago pink was a masculine colour - seen as merely a paler version of martial red. Blue on the other hand, the colour worn by the Virgin Mary, was seen as a girls colour. It was an American department store in the 1920s who reversed this, for reasons of their own and which I can’t remember now. So yes, these things can change

That is so awesome, and thanks so much for sharing. What you did is really a life lesson; sometimes in life we just have to know ourselves and defeat us. Tossing away your sneakers forced yourself to do what you really wanted do. It is how we explore, get out of our comfort zones and really enjoy life. I once heard, If something scares you but also excites you... do it! I climb high tension lines, sometimes hundreds of feet in the air and with 345,000 volts and while it ALWAYS scares me, it makes lief exciting too.

Happy anniversary and Happy Thanksgiving! Yes the site has certainly become much quieter in recent years but the people who are here and active are all worth knowing and I’m glad to be a member

I think that is a thing that is fading with time. I knew a lot of older ladies who didn't like their size number to be too high, but I've never known a young woman who cares at all. The most hilarious thing about it is, it's not like the size is stamped on your forehead. Who would ever know whether you wore a size 4 or size 10 dress? Having had to go through a lot of physical therapy over the years has helped you, I'm sure. Since I've never had any injuries or problems that have required medical intervention, I had to invent my own physical therapy to address feet that were killing me. I've actually expanded my "physical therapy" as of late to address my achilles tendon issues. It's not a miracle cure, but it seems to be doing some good, rather than any harm.

In the end, I think the reason we are so good at it is because we really want it, and want it in a way that very few women do. I have no idea what must go through a 8 year old girl's mind when she's begging her mother to let her wear heels. Something then happens in the subsequent couple of decades, and by the time that girl gets to be 28 years old, the bloom is off the rose and those strong desires are pretty much gone, other than wistful thinking. Why doesn't this happen to us? I can't imagine there's a man among us, absent traumatic injury, who will wake up one day and say, "I just can't wear heels anymore."

I think there is a figurative “high” and a literal “high” and they are not the same. From what I’ve read in the fashion magazines high heels start at 4”. But if you’re a guy wearing anything over two inches with even a hint of feminine styling you’ll be “accused” of wearing high heels. I too fail to understand how anybody can have troubles wearing three inch (usually block) heels, find them painful and intolerable to walk in after a couple of hours. I just don’t understand

I think if I wore my 3” ankle boots with boot cut jeans they’d go unnoticed - but with skinny jeans their heels and feminine styling are quite apparent. There re does seem to be some overlapping areas, especially with block heels

I agree weith 2"; I wasn't meaning to suggest otherwise. I have three pairs of men's boots with Cuban heels of around 2.6", which I certainly consider to be 'high heels' (and have been described as such by others, albeit not in a censorious way). I have a similar pair with heels of 1.4" which neither I nor anyone else has said to be 'high', and I come to the same conclusion as you that 2" is probably the borderline, at least for a man presenting as such. I don't really feel that I am in 'borrowed territory' until I go above 3" in a block/Cuban/cowboy heel - my avatar boots (2 7/8") go unnoticed when worn under normal jeans.

I quite agree - any rise above the standard half inch or so could rightly be called high heels - although I also think you would need to be approaching two inches before eyebrows started to be raised (if you’re a guy) and the term “high heels”, in its feminine context, would start to be applied. By three inches you’re definitely in heels! Good point about the style of heels - a two inch kitten heel is definitely “high heels” A cowboy boot of similar heel height would pass muster itd quite an interesting study in aesthetics, fashion and taboo