Magickman

Ever the wise guy, I believe that the best way for Getting High Heels for Men Off the Ground, is simply to lift my foot. That is another way of saying that by every instance of wearing high heels in public, we incrementally increase public awareness and acceptance of men in heels. Over time, as the general public sees this enough, it ceases to be unusual or strange, and becomes only another fashion style. The rest of you folks here can help this along, by regularly wearing high heels in your daily lives. It doesn't have to be stilettos at the building supply store, although that is OK, but public heeling in any form will advance our cause.

I don't call it the swagger. Instead, to me it is the high heel strut. Walking in tall heels, I do it without thinking, as the shoes take over my feet. The high heel strut makes me feel taller, more hip, and much more attractive to women. Believe it or not, the high heel strut is a chick magnet, that makes the women take notice. I use this for all it is worth.

For evening wear and social events, I wear 4"-5" heels and let them show. Make no effort to hide or disguise my heelboots. Clickety-click, clickety-click. Chunkier heels of about 4" for general use and daytime wear. No effort to go incognito.

Yes, There were vampires, witches, and zombies, cowboys and cowgirls, too. An Arabian prince, several princesses, a knight, some movie stars, a carhop, butterfly girl, a motorcycle cop, Cleopatra, and assorted characters from fact and fiction, including the Energizer Bunny. Don't forget the Dominatrix. Very successful, as costume parties go. I had a pretty loud costume, myself, near deafening to the eyes: Dangerous heels: sexy, black, 4" stiletto, lace up pumps, with pointed toes, A little denim mini skirt, from Target, Orange turtleneck, An old denim jacket, made sleeveless with a scissors, Orange and black striped tights, from Party City, Also the glow-stick earrings, and the glittery black nails. If that seems hard to picture, then you comprehend well the absurdity of the situation. One woman told me she had worn the same outfit the night before. I danced with the fantasy women, nigh unto exhaustion, late into the night, but didn't fall down once, in those dangerous shoes. Then there was a costume contest, and I took the plunge. It was judging by audience applause, and although my costume did not win, I was a semi-finalist. The MC called me a Munchkin. It was the Energizer Bunny who won. That is the essence of Halloween, leaving your workaday self behind, and surrendering to fantasy. Dreams and nightmares, woven into a tapestry of suspended disbelief. You had to be there, but, of course, you were not. So you will have to take my word for it. It was a stiletto Halloween at its best!

My question: Who needs an excuse for wearing heels?

I just returned from a Saturday night singles social dance party. Yes, in a skirt and heels. All week, I had been aching to dance, and tonight was my chance. The women at the dance were all over me, with compliments on my outfit and shoes. I wore black Nine West oxfords with 4" stiletto heels, opaque black Leggs tights, and my skirt was from Target, a 12" denim mini. On top I wore a referee's shirt and whistle, on a lanyard. Bright fuschia acrylic manicure, and silver hoop earrings. I was ready to boogie. I hadn't even gone in the door, before the women started with the compliments. They loved my shoes, my legs, my manicure, and my look. I was just amazed. It was a night when everything went right. The gals wanted to dance with me, and dance I did, all evening long. If you can believe this, when I tired one woman out, dancing, I blew the whistle and pointed at another woman, who got up to dance with me. It was like that all night. I hardly sat down. Everyone at the dance, men and women both, smiled and greeted me warmly. No criticism. No wisecracks. This was the most fun I have had in ages. This continued until the band finished playing, and I was completely exhausted and footsore. Home now, I still can hardly believe what happened. It seemed like a dream, but it really happened.

Reported in the British "Telegraph," "Stepping out with his statuesque girlfriend, 6ft 4in L’Wren Scott, in London earlier this week, Jagger was strutting his stuff in Nike Air Max trainers with chunky platform soles."

I like to go for the gold, so to speak. Nearly all my heels are 4" or higher, with a few around 3 1/2". Anything less than that does not feel like a high heel. I regularly go out and about in 4" heels, and few people seem concerned. It makes me feel taller.

My new purchases are a pair of Connie brand, gray suede 3 1/2" ankle boots, and a pair of matching gray tights. I am looking for ideas for coordinating these boots and tights with an outfit. Sugestions, please.

Two new pairs of heels for me, on sale at Famous Footwear. Some really cute (and comfortable), Connie brand, grey suede 3 1/2" ankle boots. Also a pair of Lifestride 3" strappy sandals. With the sales promotion at FF, I obtained a price reduction of 75% from retail value.

I don't think there is a "one size fits all" answer to this question. Every male heel wearer and every situation is different. Keeping secrets is destructive of trust, though, and the longer the secret is kept, the greater its destructive potential. My solution is a simple part of my everyday life. High heels are a normal aspect of my social wardrobe. Although I do not normally wear heels to cut the grass, I do usually wear them for shopping, dates, evenings out, parties, dances, and social events. Since my heels are generally on my feet, rather than in the closet, there will be no shocking surprises, concerning my footwear. Not everyone likes my choice of shoes, but anyone with eyes can see what my preference is. No secrets, no surprises, is my credo. Jake, the Magickman

Over 100 pairs of heels, mostly boots from 3" to 5". Of late, I have become more daring, with recent additions of 4" to 5" strappy sandals. More stilettos, too.

Who is to say what works and what does not? I have fun with clothes and shoes. It is for my own amusement. My outfit with the long referree's shirt was a teaser. Because the shirt completely covered my shorts, observers were left to imagine if I was wearing anything underneath. I was fully clothed down below, but only I knew that. It has become quite frequent that women stop me in public to compliment my shoes, clothes, and legs. Maybe they are all kidding, and maybe not. I think the gals are seeing something they like, or they would not bother to compliment me. When I was younger, thinner, in better shape, and dressed conventionally, the women universally ignored me. The new, old Jake attracts much more female interest. I will have to live with that.

For a while now, I had been trying to dream up something different to wear out in public. All summer, it seemed like I was in a rut. Same old, same old. I wanted a unique look, foxy and flirty, that was all mine. The problem was, that I didn't know how to do it. Usually, I unveil a new outfit at a social dance club event, where there will be lots of women. So that was the plan again. A genuine, Acme Thunderer police whistle was the genesis. I like that whistle, and it is helpful in an emergency, too. To go with the whistle, I found an athletic official's shirt, with black and white vertical stripes, at the Mall of America. I chose one that was slightly oversize, and a little long. Underneath, (yes, we all have an underneath) I wore a pair of black opaque tights, that show off the shape of my legs, without displaying any skin. For modesty, then, was added a tight pair of dark blue denim very short shorts. The shorts were actually invisible, because the long referree's shirt completely covered them. Finally, a pair of Nine West, oxford style, black leather shoes with 4" stiletto heels, and pointy toes. My manicure was dark blue, with gold sparkles, and I wore two pairs of small silver hoop earrings. For my stuff, I had a black leather bag, from the now departed Wilson's Leather, with a shoulder strap. I guess, then, that I was ready for the world to see. At the dance, lots of women were staring at my outfit. It was sort of different. But no one said anything until I was departing, at the end of the evening. Two women approached me, and one said, "Cute outfit." Her friend agreed. "You have great legs," said the first, and again her friend concurred. Then they vanished into the night.

I was reading an article about "The Return of the Killer Heels" in the Mail Online.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1041241/The-return-killer-heels.html

Writer Samantha Greenway wasn't pulling any punches, in her characterizations of this year's new high heels.

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"Sex must exude from a shoe. Ergo, these are powerfully seductive."

"They are not coquettishly naughty."

"They are much more darkly sexy. More hardcore."

"These towering heels provide a rather threatening kind of beauty."

"They will pack a punch, make a distinctive fashion statement."

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I don't know what the rest of you think, but I am all for it!

"I guess Sam had no comment about the way you were dressed?" No, nothing was said. It was a young blonde, 21 years old, who did my haircut and eyebrow wax. She said absolutely nothing about my clothing or shoes. And I did not say anything, either.

Here in St. Paul, the Shaggy Dog has left the house. Replaced, I guess, with a groomed and trimmed substitute, not nearly so hairy. OK, every few months, I get a haircut, whether I need it or not. Good grooming is supposed to help the single person to make good first impressions. I put on my 4" stacked heel sandals, and my new, blue denim skort, and headed up to the Fantastic Sams, at my neighborhood shopping mall. At Sams, I asked the stylist for a radical hairectomy. And that's what I got. About half my hair is gone, and I am utterly transmogrified. It takes a while to get used to. I went whole hog at the hair salon, opting for an eyebrow wax, as well. Much less bushy in the brows, now. It only hurts a little, and just for a few seconds. The whole effect of short haircut and waxing is a much neater look. Verrrrry different. So, among the group, how many of you get your eyebrows waxed?

A few weeks ago, I purchased two pairs of high heeled sandals at a local Famous Footwear store. It was a buy one, get the second pair for half price promotion. Then, a few days later, I discovered on the Internet, that both pairs had been reduced in price, one by $10, and the other by $20. Back at the store, I asked the sales associate for a price adjustment. Without any argument, she handed me $30. I was very pleased, and say, "Hats off," to Famous Footwear.

Sunday morning, it was, and my girlfriend wanted to go grocery shopping. We drove to town, where there was a big, one day sales promotion, at a large supermarket. I was wearing denim short shorts and a black T-shirt, and 4" stacked heel, open toe sandals. Two pairs of small silver hoop earrings, and bright, sparkly fuschia manicure and pedicure. At the supermarket, while with my girlfriend, I was a approached by a cute, young blonde woman. "You are awesome!" she exclaimed. "And your calf muscles are BULGING!" My girlfriend has become accustomed to strange women walking up to tell me how cute I am, and we had a good laugh about it. She thinks that these women want me, though. I will repeat that I am not now, and have never really been cute. The thing is, though, that when I put on a flirty pair of shoes, and a cute little outfit, that women are all over me, like flies on shit. Rather than my being accosted, threatened, bullied, or condemned, pretty young women are constantly approaching me, giving me compliments, and initiating conversations. I believe that women are genuinely attracted to the dressed up, decorated man, and my experiences seem to support this hypothesis. Is this happening to any other of the male readers?

I have been known to be disappointed at my singles dance parties, when I see so many of the women in flats. By contrast, I normally wear heeled shoes or boots of at least 4".

""You are totally awesome!" opined the twenty-one year old portrait photographer, at Wal-Mart, in St. Croix Falls, Wisconsin. I was wearing a little blue denim mini skirt and a new pair of brown, wide-strap sandals, with 4" heels. I was at Wal-Mart with my girlfriend, who bought some new shoes. We had paid for our purchases, and were on the way out, when the young photographer asked to take my picture. She loved my outfit and my manicure, and just had to take my picture with her cell phone. My girlfriend thought the whole episode was hilarious. Now the question. Will my picture end up on the Internet?

At my local Nine West store, I found these.

http://www.ninewest.com/n/browse/product.s?source=search&productId=2923748

I think I am in lust.

So there I was, ladies and gentlemen, minding my own business at my local K-Mart. Daylight hours; a Wednesday afternoon. Admittedly, I was wearing fringed denim short shorts and 4" wedge sandals. Just shopping for household supplies, though. So there were these two young Muslim girls, in head scarves, so I knew they were Muslims. "Ooooooooh," said the one, "I love your shoes." While so many hhplace members live in fear of being seen in heels, I am frequently wearing my heels in public. What happens? Women are constantly smiling at me, and very frequently stopping me to say how much they like my shoes. This must have happened hundreds of times, by now. Mostly, these admiring gals are young, and they come in all races, shapes, and sizes. It is not, I think, that my shoes are the most wonderful anyone has ever seen. I buy them at local shoe stores, like anybody else, and don't favor extremely pricey brands. I am not particularly handsome, nor wealthy. Ever so slowly, I am getting to a point, here. The thing is, that I get this wonderful positive response again and again, when I am heeling in public. The women smile and talk nice. And the same thing happens, nearly everywhere I go. You tell me. What are the psychological dynamics of these encounters?

No, it is entirely uncommon, at least here in Minnesota, USA, and I think almost everywhere else, as well. The fellows in heels must be in their closets, because they sure are not on the streets. The other posters in this thread say about the same thing about the near absolute rarity of stiletto wearing men in public. When so inclined, I wear heels, including stilettos, to the grocery, hardware, nail salon, Wal-Marts, shopping malls, theaters, and social events. But I am always the only one. Women frequently stop me in public to compliment my footwear. I will have tgo ask them if they have ever seen any other men in heels.

Yes Anita, There are guy thongs. I buy Fruit of the Loom, right down at my local K-Mart. The "Boys" fit right in. No problemo. Once in a while, a woman will ask what I am wearing under my skirt. I reply, "Three words: Thong Under Wear."