Magickman

I am sympathetic with men who find that family considerations limit their self expression. That is one of my reasons for remaining perpetually single. Wearing heels seems to me to be a harmless hobby. To me, it would be unacceptable to have a wife or children issuing me footwear orders. As a consequence of my individuality, I have avoided family life. That has not been a sacrifice for me, because marriage and children were never on my to-do list. Over the years, I have not had any long term relationships. Relationships, yes, but always temporary. If things became uncomfortable, I was always willing to walk away. It was a low threshold. The escape hatch always had to be open. If I was dating a woman, and she strongly objected to my heels, I would wish her well, and move on. I don't need someone who wants to tell me what to do. No wife and no kids was my plan, and I stuck with it. I place very small value on family life. Too much trouble, if you ask me.

Here is a new link for the Nine West "Vanished" booties:

http://www.endless.com/s/?ie=UTF8&keywords=nine+west+vanished&tag=googend-20&index=aps&hvadid=5710465847&ref=pd_sl_5ahxjwa01e_e

Shoe shopping yesterday at the Mall of America, in suburban Minneapolis.

My find was at Nine West, where I bought a pair of ultra-cute booties.

They are black leather, lace up, with round toes and 4 1/2" stiletto heels.

These will be great for ballroom dancing!

Take a look:

http://www.ninewest.com/Vanished/5497596,default,pd.html

I stumbled accidentally across this article about anti-stiletto laws in New Zealand. A recent survey highlighting the dangers of wearing high heels has resulted in a raft of further calls for action to regulate the sale of stilettos in New Zealand. The British-based study of 3,000 women aged between 18 and 65 showed that injuries such as broken ankles, wrists and teeth were regular occurrences for stiletto-wearers. 89 per cent of those surveyed also claimed that painful shoes had ruined a night out. Penny Last, spokesperson for New Zealanders Against Stiletto Heels (NASH), claimed that the study was further vindication of her group's fight to have the sale of high heels more tightly regulated. 'For years NASH has been advocating for evidence-based national action that contributes towards reducing stiletto- related injuries and deaths,' she said during a call for further funding and more studies. A spokesman for the Labour party said they were 'gravely concerned' about stiletto-related injuries and proposed a number of ways to curb the sales of high heels, including: -Banning retail stiletto displays. -Requiring all stilettos to be sold in plain packaging with brand names in uniform lettering and large health warnings. - Progressively reducing the allowed height of stilettos. - Requiring stiletto retailers to be licensed, and gradually reducing the number of licences. - Regulating, and progressively reducing, stilettos imports. - Annual stiletto tax increases of at least 20 per cent. A spokesperson for the National party, while noting that, 'National stands for freedom, choice, and independence,' claimed that although they supported most of Labour's measures 'in principle,' they were outraged that Labour proposed to ban all stilettos from bars, restaurants, pubs and parks by 2013. '2015 is the earliest we believe that we can implement such legislation,' the spokesperson said. Meanwhile the Maori Party said the issue of stilettos was of particular importance to their people. 'Maori are over-represented in stiletto-related accidents and therefore we call for a 'High-Heels Help Hotline and Website,' and for culturally safe counsellors to be available to Maori to help them free themselves of the stiletto scourge,' a spokesperson said. In a statement today, The Association of New Zealand Footwear Manufacturers and Retailers said, 'We believe in engaging constructively with all our stakeholders' and that they recognized some sort of stiletto regulation was 'inevitable.' Meanwhile, the 60 per cent of women who agreed ' whatever agony a pair of heels caused, they would keep wearing them if they won compliments,' remain mute.

Never, is how often I see other men in heels. Here, in Minnesota, it is simply not ever seen. Yesterday was a major snowstorm. I was wearing boots with a 3 1/2 chunky heel. They kept my feet out of the slush. But I was the only one. As always. Heels for men are, to say the least, an extreme rarity. But, what the heck, it is fun to be different.

The other (younger) sister was Pam. Pam did not take up my offer to purchase a leg feel. And... Pam told me she has two teenagers at home. I told her I am childfree.

I never go to weddings, because it might be contagious. Really. I have never been to a wedding. They are so depressing. And I don't want to be mistaken for the bride. Instead, I go to singles dances, where I usually meet married women. Last weekend, I got dressed up, and went to a big dance, with about 1,000 other people. Dressed up; denim mini, black tights, 5" stiletto boots, magenta manicure, two pair of silver hoop earrings, Cover Girl ice blue pink lip gloss. At he ballroom, the female bartender asked me if I was having more fun, now that I am sooooo blond. Among others, I danced with two sisters, neither of whom will ever sleep with me. (Don't I wish) I have long held an erotic fantasy about two sisters, but you don't need to know about that. Then I told the blond sister that for a quarter, she could feel my leg, half a buck for both legs. Honestly, she dug out fifty cents, for the two leg feel, and murmured "Oh! My! God!" while she did it. I asked her not to stop, but to no avail. Her name was Susan.

This post is directed to folks who will wear their high heels only in the house, or out on a lonely dark street. Ordinary places are just fine for wearing high heels, without danger or distraction. By ordinary places, I mean at the supermarket, discount store, hardware, bakery, tavern, or library. In other words, any place you might frequently visit. Many high heelers seem to live within a culture of fear. But really, there is nothing to be afraid of. 3", 4" or taller, it matters little. Other people are wrapped up in their own concerns, and don't have time to worry about your shoes. If you enjoy the wearing of high heels, why not partake of your passion, and wear them out and about. Nobody else cares. Really.

I would be very,very surprised, because I have never seen a man in high heels.

It was at a Target Store, in Minnesota. I was just buying a few things, and pushing a cart. Nearby were a mother and her young daughter, also shopping. but I wasn't paying them any attention. Then the daughter spoke, "Mommy, Why is that boy wearing girls shoes?" The shoes, by the way, were Bandolino black ankle boiots, with 4" heels. The mother didn't answer, nor did I volunteer. From the mouths of babes. Has this ever happened to you?

Spring landed hard in Minnesota yesterday. The snow has almost all melted away, and I saw a bank thermometer that displayed 65 degrees. With weather like that, I could not go out in winter boots. Instead, it was time to bring out my Nine West 4" stiletto ankle boots. With a pair of blue jeans and my leather jacket, I was ready for Sunday afternoon out and about. There were a few stores I wanted to visit, while enjoying the balmy, spring day. So, out and about I went, click, click, click, across parking lots and sidewalks. It felt really good, to be able to wear my stilettos outdoors again. In the stores, several of the shop girls told me they could not wear shoes like mine, because such high heels would make them fall, or hurt their feet. My feet were floating above the ground, more or less. When spring finally arrives, does it make you want to wear high heels outside?

Saturday night found me on Valentine's eve, without a date. So, I got cleaned up, and decided to head out to a singles dance party. Grabbed a pair of Nine West, 4" stiletto heel ankle boots, and hit the road. Contrary to the worry warts, nobody bothered to beat me up. In fact, once I was inside the ballroom, an attractive woman walked up to me, and said, "You are looking very nice tonite." Of course, then, I asked her to dance. Twisting and turning, spinning around, high energy stiletto dancing. She was one of several women I danced with that night, and none of them complained about my stiletto boots. You high heel loving single guys out there might discover that many women are very accepting of a high heeled man. I rarely get negative female feedback, myself. Would you go out dancing, while wearing tall stiletto heels? And if you said no, then why not?

In my case, it was a nasty accident, a fall, in fact. What I did was, I fell down and broke my male stereotype. The recuperation was lengthy and difficult. And, in the end, my male srereotype was irrepairable. So, here I am, a bachelor of middle years, without a functioning male stereotype. Naturally, this has produced some serious consequences. Without the stereotype, I am unable to consistently wear boring men's shoes and clothes. My nails are usually painted, and I am unable to drink beer. My life has been turned upside down. What I have to say to other men is, "Be Careful out there. Protect your stereotype, at all costs. It is the only thing protecting you from complete anarchy and total confusion."

My feet fit nicely into size nine high heels, of most brands and styles. No, I don't think that is remarkable. The remarkable thing is that many women look at my boots and say, "You have little feet." Size nine is not so little, is it? What is it about my (not so little) feet?

"Most women want their men to be men." I told the woman how I would look. She just didn't believe me. "To be the man," means a lot more than the superficial veneer of clothing and footwear. That is style, and not gender. Admittedly, my style is unusual. But I carry myself proudly and with confidence. I enjoy the projection of my personality, through the medium of my personal style. It is something I have fun with, and at least some of the women enjoy it, too. Oddly enough, women strangers frequently give me unsolicited compliments on my style. Believe it or not, they tell me how much they like my heel boots and how cute they think I am. Lots of times, "You look better in a skirt than I do." Always, those exact same words. Even in heels and a skirt, I can still be the man.

It was. It truly was one of those nights. I had been flirting around, on the Internet, and looking for someone to go dancing with me. That didn't quite work, so I made a blind date to meet a woman at a local tavern. On the phone, I told her that I would be wearing my boots with 4" heels, and that I would be dressed up. She didn't believe me. She didn't believe I would wear heels, tights, and a skirt, or that I had a brightly hued manicure. "You're not serious," she said. "Yes I am," I replied, but apparently without sufficient conviction, to convince her. Anyway, we met at the tavern, and she almost fell out of her chair, when she saw me. The poor dear simply could not get past my outfit; the heels, the nails, the skirt, the tights. She was unable to wrap her mind around it. "I thought you were joking," she told me. "I could never date someone like you." "You're on a date with me right now," I said. "No," was her retort. "This is not a date." OK. Then it was an undate. Yes. An undate it was. She ditched me, shortly after, and left me to my own devices. It was a rare evening of live music at the tavern. The place was soon packed. And the crowd was mostly women. My heels and outfit were serving their intended purpose as a chick magnet. Lots of the women were flirting with me. There was one, a very tall brunette, who stopped me to say, and I quote, "You're so cute. You're so cute." Unfortunately, she was there with her husband. I did get to dance with a number of the gals, and it was a good time, late into the evening. It was, in fact, one of those nights.

It was like this, After nearly a week up at the cabin, shoveling dirt, digging out rocks, and doing landscaping work, I was back in town. Yesterday, then, came time for grocery shopping and a haircut. Naturally, after getting a cut and style, I had to venture out in the wind and rain. There were tornadic storms jumping around town, though luckily the tornados skirted my area, but there I was, heels to the wind, in the storm. It wasn't really so bad. The wind did not blew me over, nor pick me up and toss me in the air. Out in the thunderstorm I was, in 4" heels and a denim skirt! The emergency sirens were blaring a warning to take cover. It was a briefly frightening moment. What would you do, if a sudden and unexpected weather emergency found you out in public in a skirt and high heels? Would you dash for the safety of home, or would you join the huddled masses in a public shelter?

Yes. Where Are The Heely Guys? Because I certainly haven't seen any. I keep my eyes open, and try to be aware. But I have never, ever, seen another man in heels, out in public. Very frequently, I am out and about in a variety of my own high heels. Different styles, but mostly boots, from 3" to 5". I get a few looks, and some comments, mostly positive, usually from women. But the other heely men are notably absent from my sight. The consequence of this is that I have begun to wonder. To wonder, that is, if I am the only one in the American midwest. Even if there were only a few men in heels, it seems as if I ought to have at least an occasional sighting. But it has not happened. Set me straight, please. Are there men wearing high heels in public? Or am I the only one?

Only a few men wear high heels in public. I have never seen any of them, myself. So, at the very least, it is unusual. Women are hardly all in agreement about much of anything, no more than men are. Most women probably don't ever see men in heels. Among those who have, some women can appreciate a man in high heels, and many others don't like it at all. Underlying the question posed by this thread, is a desire for approval, that is common among both men and women. Since men in high heels are not a usual style, most folks are not fully comfortable with it. Men who seek broad approval, might be better off with more conventional footwear styles. On the other hand, guys who actively enjoy nonconforming styles, and who are unconcerned with other's opinions, can wear what they like, and be happy doing so. I guess that is the price of fashion.

Summertime is great for 4" strappy wedge sandals. Bright color pedicures too. And short skirts.

I keep my high heels in the shoe room. There is a big set of shelves, holding shoes and boots in the original boxes. Hundreds of them.

Nice sandals! I wear similar sandals with capri pants or a denim skirt, and always with a colorful pedicure.

My latest idea is to integrate miniature digital cameras with high heeled shoes. Thus, the Shoe Cam. Has anyone else thought of this? This seems like a concept for the hardcore techies and cobblers among us to collaborate on, and give us a shoe's eye view of the world. I'm not kidding. I think the world needs the Shoe Cam.

Shy about heels, does not describe me. I let them show. Wearing heels of 3" to 5", out and about, is common for me. Most men ignore it, but women often say they like it. When I go out socially and for dancing, it is usually in stiletto boots of 4" or 5". The women love the boots, and are always trying to get me to dance while I am wearing them. Except in rain, snow, and mud, I normally wear heels for business, but sensible styles of around 3" or 4". For those who are concerned about the adverse consequences of wearing heels in public; Don't worry. Nothing bad happens. Out in the world, folks have their own problems and priorities. They don't care what shoes you wear.

Public reactions are closely related to the vibes we radiate. Since I am peppy and confident about my footwear, most people react positively. An example: This week, while I was at Walmart, I was approached by a pack of the dreaded teenage girls. They did the usual look and double take. Then one said, "I like your high heels." Waiting for the other shoe to drop, I replied, "Thank you." That was it. They moved on. And so did I. Mostly, reactions are positive. Women like my heels. Many are even envious. "I can't wear heels that high," is something I have heard a hundred times. That, and, "You have beautiful nails." Some guys have all the luck.