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As I have said in the past I love to wear leggings with my heels. Ankle length in the colder months and capri length in the warmer months. I will not hide them under pants at all, as I love wearing leggings, with my heels boots or shoes. Happy Heeling, bluejay

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

As way of introduction on here, I thought I would tell the members of this site that my username “Crushed Vamp” has no particular funny story behind it, other than it seemed an appropriate username for a high heeled forum. If nothing else I guess, it tells people I know the various parts of a high heel. I have always liked high heels though, in particular combined with stockings, a dress or short skirt, and an ankle bracelet. Fortunately I have a wife that likes to dress up for most occasions and loves her high heels. When she was formerly married to a very short man inch which she would be higher than him in wearing high heels, he forbid her to wear them. Since height is not an issue with me, she has gone all-out on high heel purchases and has every style, type, color and variation there is with her 200 plus pairs. While less in number she has thigh high, knee high and booties with high heels and will wear them if the mood strikes her. It is enough that she has a walk-in closet just for her shoe collection. We affectionately call it her "shoe barn". Myself, I do not wear high heels although I am glad to see men wrestle the high heel back to our gender from its inception some four hundred years ago. My love of them is enough that on my bucket list someday is crafting a pair for my wife to wear. I am not a cordwainer by trade, but do have some woodworking, leather and metalworking skills so do think I could make a custom pair. Considering my love of high heels, I think that would be a gratifying accomplishment. I am not sure how they would fit, or how comfortable they would be, but it would be fun to learn a new skill I think and who knows, form a new hobby?

My leggings have replaced my sweatpants when I not working in my garden. And I wear them to run errands/ go to costco, etc. I especially love my Ultra-Luxe Velour Leggings from Felina. And I'm seeing more men in leggings all the time.

Crossing the Rubicon - in heels

For me it is not so much that male fashion needs to be more feminized or masculine, just that it is so darn boring. I am traditional in dress, but enjoy dressing nicely, with my wife and I being the most best dressed at a restaurant or other venue, but to "spice" it up for me, what do I really have? Typically, it is to wear socks or a tie that has a crazy color or pattern to them. Or, often I will wear a pink or purple button down shirt that kind of says, "that man has confidence enough to wear those colors". But that is it. Shoes, pants, shirts, etc; other than wearing a vest or some other article that is no longer considered vogue; men's fashion is pretty boring. How bad is it in the mens fashion industry? So bad that a few years ago a hispter sued a company for using his image on their advertising... except it was proven in court that it was not him! People were laughing because as new and different as the hipster movement was trying to be, it showed everyone hipster man wearing the exact same thing. I would love to see that change. In that way it only makes sense that men's fashion steals ideas from women's fashion because they are so much more options. Or maybe men's fashions should go back and steal from what women's fashion stole from us, namely hosiery and high heels? Myself I do not care where the creative ideas stem from, but man I would like more options then just whopping it up wearing crazy pattern socks and a wild tie.

Technically I should not answer this because the question is “who wears leggings with their high heels”? I came to this site because my wife LOVES high heels and I love that she wears them, but myself I don’t wear high heels. However, that is not the case with leggings. I wear them A LOT! About 10 years ago I learned that leggings under my jeans was much warmer since I work outside even in the winter. Long Johns made my itchy, and sweatpants under my jeans was too bulky, but leggings fit tight, but are not itchy, and are very warm. Since then I learned what most women learned a long time ago… they are super comfortable. Because of that I lounge in them at home now. In fact, as I write this I have a pair of leggings on. But I might also mow the lawn with them on, or run to the store with leggings on even though I am a little self-conscious about them at times. Having a wife and daughters, they have long learned that after work it is "soft pants time" and leggings is just what I wear around the house. Overall, I like the soft cotton type that are known as "inside leggings", and not the more nylon or spandix ones because those are too hot under my jeans. I find the kind I like at the Dollar Stores we have here, and while they are “womens”, they fit me well and are about $5 which is also nice. I have about a dozen pairs because I wear them 100% of the time from October to April, and lounge at home in them year around.

A very simple, but true story. Attending a conference with my coworkers, I wanted to make a statement with my professional attire. I decided to wear my prized Christian Louboutin Hot Wave heels, the iconic peep-toe Hot Chick. Knowing the allure these shoes hold, I aimed to turn heads. As I sat in the lobby of the Marriott Marquis, I dangled my foot, arching it just right to create an enticing display. Many men glanced my way (dozens), but one in particular stood out. In a rush, he excitedly pointed at my shoes and exclaimed, “I have them too!” He quickly flashed his own red-bottom dress shoes, also by Louboutin, before tripping over himself and hurrying off. Later that evening, during the inevitable happy hour, I was still rocking my 130mm Hot Waves. Seated at the bar, enjoying a bourbon, I crossed my legs to showcase the heels. Off to the side, a man was staring intently, clearly captivated. I continued to flaunt the shoes, emphasizing the arch and silhouette of the 130mm heel. He was so distracted that he barely paid attention to his colleagues. Before leaving with his group, he approached me and said, “Nice Hot Chicks.” Though he got the name slightly wrong, it was clear he was enamored with the shoes. Unfortunately, it was a missed connection. I never saw him again and have no idea who he might be. Yet, with his evident interest in these rare heels, I suspect he frequents the same communities and forums as I do (HHPlace, Reddit, etc.).