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Oh dear, that doesn’t sound good! I’ve been some good indoors practice this week. On the subject of height in heels, I fielded a funny question this week from a passer-by (those of us who live in narrowboats are objects of great curiosity to non-canal folk) who wanted to know if it wasn’t rather tiresome having to crawl around inside all the time! He thought that the height of the cabin was what he could see above the gunwales and that living aboard was like living in a tent. I explained that the ceilings were quite high and that even a six-footer such as I could stand upright in high heels. He believed me about the ceiling height, but assumed I was kidding about the heels.

Hi, I've been following this forum for more than 8 years, but only now have I decided to also share my life story in high heels. Heels have fascinated me since childhood. I remember taking my grandmother's heels and playing in them. Then, at the beginning of puberty, I would take my mom's wedding heels and secretly walk in them when no one was at home. A little later, I even started making them myself out of wood (wedges), leather, etc. After that, I would secretly wear them at home—until my mom found out, and she didn't like it at all. She was afraid I might be gay, but I tried to explain to her that even though I liked wearing heels, it had nothing to do with my sexuality. When I was about 18, I finally gathered the courage to buy my first pair of heels. I remember telling the saleswoman they were for a graduation ball, as a kind of joke—but in reality, they were for me. Later, when I got my own payment card, I started ordering shoes online. My mom knew about my interest (although she didn't really approve), but no one else did. At that time, I started going for walks in heels in a nearby forest. I was always unbelievably embarrassed whenever I happened to meet someone. At 21, I met my girlfriend. Just three months into our relationship, I confessed my love for heels to her. I knew she needed to know as early as possible, because if she wanted to stay with me, it would inevitably become part of her life too. At first, she didn't understand the importance of heels in my life. Once she started to realize it, it shook our relationship a bit. But she decided to accept me as I am and try to get used to it. Around that time, I also decided to take my passion public. I started wearing high ankle boots with heels every day to university, and I told my extended family and friends as well. Nobody had a problem with it—on the contrary, it was mostly met with admiration (except my mother, who even after all these years still doesn't like it). Gradually, I replaced all my winter footwear with high-heeled ankle boots (I find pumps too extravagant for summer). My girlfriend eventually got used to it too, and even discovered some other advantages of heels in our sex life. Now I'm 27, I work as a hardware developer, and I go to work every day in heels. At home, I usually wear my Pleaser Sultry boots, and as far as heels are concerned, I'm living the life I've always dreamed of. That's my story in heels. Thanks for your attention.

Coming in at No. 4 are my BCBGirls Bonny beaded wooden mules (pair No. 2). I often say that these are my favorite pair of shoes ever. I don't know in my heart of hearts if that's really true, but at least in a certain category, it is true. The downside to loving these shoes is that they're not super durable. I've owned six pairs of this exact model and color (I don't know if it came in any other color), and so far I've been through four, with two in reserve. What happens is that after about 100 miles or so, the shanks break. I managed to coax 115.6 miles (186 km) out of pair No. 2 before that happened. Ironically, I was feeling energetic one evening back in 2022, and I decided to take the Bonnys out for a 5 mile spin, which I'd never done before. The route I chose was largely on a bicycle path, so the plan was to walk 2.5 miles linearly, then simply about face, and come back home. Unfortunately, about 1.5 miles into the journey, something began to feel quite mushy and strange. Yes, the right shank had snapped in half, allowing the heel to flex radically. I had to limp home very slowly, and that was the end of Bonny No. 2. I posted about it if you want to scroll back in my "Ruminations" thread far enough. I love wooden heeled mules, and I have quite a number in my collection. Why this should be my favorite, I don't know. They aren't super tall, effective steepness being less than 4 inches (10 cm), and they tend to get worn looking fairly rapidly if you wear them like I do, but they've always had a appeal for me.

Indeed very supportive from your girlfriend, that's a good thing.

That’s nice that she’s supportive even while not wearing heels herself

Unfortunately, my girlfriend doesn’t wear heels — she’s shy and doesn’t like to draw attention to herself. But at the same time, she says that everyone should wear whatever they want.

Welcome from far away in the USA!

Welcome to the forum! And greetings from England! How wonderful that you have found your nerve and are wearing your heels. were quite a friendly welcoming community here - and I’m sure we’ll all look forward to hearing more about you and your life and styles.

Hi and welcome from your neighbouring country Germany! Great to see that you wear your heels now as you always wanted to 🙂 Do you and your girlfriend wear heels together or is it just you?