Bootylicious

Well, we've had a long summer over here. Just last week it was still one day over 20 degrees C. I haven't been wearing my boots for months now and you might recognize the feeling that I had the other day when I looked at my boots. I was thinking: "This is ridiculous! Those are women's boots, what kind of a man am I to be wearing these things." All of a sudden they seemed pretty alien to me. I left them as they were.

A few days later my mother told me she had been shopping for boots and according to her apparently every women was doing that. The trend here is still Western (great!) and 'riding boots' style.

So, I visited the sites of El Dantes and Gianmarco Lorenzi to see their fall/winter collection and it's obvious: Boots are hotter than ever. And the style is still just my taste; Western, tall, pointy and high heeled. Especially the Western ones with the really high stacked heels look very exciting. These boots are almost as sexy as their stiletto counterparts but look much more practical for everyday use. It's a good thing for my wallet I'm not a woman...

Of course, looking at all this beautiful female footwear made me jealous and I finally decided to put on my Maela's to see if the magic was still there. Well, there's almost no better feeling then zipping up a pair of tall leather boots and when I stood up the lift of the heels kicked in and made the magic complete. I took a few steps, a bit unaccustomed after a few months but the feeling was still there and I love the power of high heels demanding me to walk upright and with pride! I couldn't wait to go out and hear their powerful clacking again.

As a try-out I wore my boots to my weekly swimming night. As soon as I walked in an older guy immediately looked down amazed at my boots. No wonder, they were polished to a high shine and when you're walking straight up to someone the long points are hard to overlook. I looked at him smiling. When I left my locker-room afterwards I bumped into the pool master and click-clacked away in his plain view. Oh dear, how will he look at me next week... When I had entered I was alone and the lady behind the casher's desk must have looked after me when I went on because when I re-entered the entrance area to leave, she heard my heels and instantly looked a little funny at me. I'm gonna tease her some more next week.

So, to put my reborn bravery really to the test I decided to visit a large DIY store in my neighboring town. I needed a few things so I had a purpose to go which usually makes heeling outside easier. These stores are large open areas with concrete floors which would make a hell of a noise I imagined. I would go in the evening when it is less crowded (chicken...) but that also means my heel clacking would be more obvious and there's the risk of stumbling into someone I know because this is a popular store in the area.

So on sales night I went there, after being terribly nervous all day. On the way over however I was dead calm, felt confident and was looking forward for some serious showing of with my boots.

There were not many customers and I must say I didn't really look around for any reactions. At one point I made the mistake of doing just that and immediately stumbled into something. Not very smart. I spent about 15 mins. in the store and found what I needed. I really enjoyed it, the boots are so comfortable and the sound is awesome, I'm not trying to smother that anymore, it's mandatory for the enjoyment. There were plenty of full length mirrors around so I could judge at first hand how I looked and I was very satisfied with the entire look, and that's what matters. And honestly, this time nobody noticed anything as far as I can tell. A few young female assistants were refilling displays and I walked by them a couple of times but they didn't even look.

When I checked out and left the store I was actually amazed that it can be so uneventful and it's so sweet to enjoy wearing my boots without having to worry much about what others might think. It feels like I progressed to the next level.

I wear them in the house also now when my mum's around. I was still a little hesitant at first but with the temperature dropping rapidly my feet start to get cold and what better remedy than a pair of tall leather boots. And they look so much better than loafers! It's good to be wearing them freely now and it's just a matter of time before a neighbor or relative steps in and finds me sitting with my boots crossed on the couch. I'm ready...

Thanks for your reactions guys. Shafted: You have yet to come out? YOU? :-) When I re-read my story it sounds unbelievable to me too. I didn't know I have built up so much credit over the years. Then again, if I look at the photos of myself in these boots I can't imagine what's wrong with the look. Ok, it's edgy but so do a lot of other people look, in different ways, with their clothing, piercings, tattoos etc. and a lot of them look much worse than I do. I think I just found the right acceptable balance with these heeled boots because don't let my mum's reaction fool you: she is very conservative in a lot of ways, more than I like her to be. When it comes to fashion we usually have the same taste though. I didn't think that was gonna happen this time but she proved me wrong. If I had gotten home with an earring she wouldn't have liked it though (neither do I). The same goes for stiletto boots, I absolutely LOVE it when a nice woman is wearing them but after trying them myself I have come to the (personal) conclusion they are not appropriate for me and would, understandably, not be accepted. Everything has it's limits. The trick is to stretch these limits so I can still stay within them. A funny thing happened the next day. I had invited a tiler to look at our bathroom for making a quotation for retiling everything. I was wearing my boots and lead him up the stairs so he had a very good close-up view of my heels. When we were standing in the bathroom and I explained him what needed to be done the poor guy had a hard time concentrating on what I said. A couple of times I saw his eyes wondering of the drawing I showed him, onto my long pointed boots. He looked at me a little funny but I just kept a straight face and continued my explanation. Normally I'm the one who feels a little embarrased when I'm out and about but this time I had the roles reversed and that felt good, although I did feel a little sorry for him. Later that evening my hairdresser came by to give me a haircut. She does that in our garage, and although I did my best to get her attention for my boots by clacking around on the tiled floor and stretching my legs out from under the cover, she didn't notice a thing and just kept on chatting to me. So, to use the phrases of the actor Eli Wallach in the movie 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly': "There are 2 kinds of people in the world my friend: The ones who notice your high heeled Western boots, and the ones that don't." Funny stuff, I wonder if I can keep myself together when other friends and relatives see me for the first time in my boots. I'm ready for the confrontation (I think...).

Well, my heeling has picked of some seriouze speed guys! For quite some time now I wanted to tell my mother about it. It just was so awkward to have to hide my boots the whole time and I just had enough of doing that. But, being the big brave boy that I am I just didn't have the guts to actually tell her. Street heeling: not a real problem anymore. Just this weekend I went on an hour trip with my bike. This means some nice full exposure in my home town and no matter how hard you pull back on the sleeves of your jeans, they keep creeping up as if to show to the world: Look at this guys awesome high heeled boots!

So, I decided to try another strategie. I deliberately lowered my guard concerning the constant boot hiding when I'm not wearing them. For starters, I like to have them standing beside my bed at night, it's so nice to wake up and smell the real polished leather...

So, last week late in the evening I put them next to my bed again and went downstairs. I was just hoping to get caught at last, that just seemed easier then telling her. When she went to bed later my mother apparently had gone into my room to put some clean clothes in my closet. When I came up she said: "What are those boots in your room?" She hadn't turned the light on and the only thing she had seen were the silhouettes of the boots next to my bed. She said: "They startled me, I thought there were two legs standing there!" She laughed about it and I had to laugh too but in a split second I also had to come up with a plausable explanation.

So I said amused: "Ok, I'll explain it tomorrow." and she was satisfied with that.

Now, as you can imagine it took me a bit longer than usual before I fell asleep that night. I was satisfied she found them and had forced me to make my next move. The next morning she didn't say a word about her encounter which wondered me because, as all mothers do I guess, she usually wants to know everything. So, I kept postponing my explanation (again and again) and looked if her attitude was changed somehow. Nothing of the sort, she was her sweet old self again.

So, after 3 days of wrecking my brain how to bring the terrible message to her I finally asked at the dinner table: "Aren't you curious what those boots were doing in my room last week?" "Oh yeah, that's right." she said, "I had already forgotten about them."

I told her they were mine. "They are cowboy boots, aren't they?" she asked. I kinda confirmed. "My younger sisters also have pairs of these but I'm to old for that kind of boots. You're still young, they should look good on you too. I like it when guys wear these kind of boots." she stated. My confidence grew...

She had only seen the silhouettes from upfront but her vision is obviously very sharp. "They have heels too, haven't they?" and she pointed out about 2 inch between her fingers. "Well..., a little bit higher maybe." I understated. We talked a little more about the boots and I explained why, where and how I bought them and promised her I would show them tonight.

I also tried to warn her that they were a little over the edge but I was afraid that didn't real sink in. Later that evening, after taking a shower and dressing up in a western style jeans outfit I went down in my boots. I stood in front of her and asked how she liked them. She only saw the front and was excited about them: "Wow, those are beautiful! Turn so I can see them from the side." I warned her again not to freek out and turned the side of my boots to her. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open and she was quiet for a moment. "Oh my god, those are high heels! Are you sure these are mens boots? They look more like womens boots with those heels. Don't get me wrong, they are stunning but those heels... Maybe you can have the heels cut off a bit if you want. Did you have a picture of the boots before you ordered them? "

She wondered of course if I knew the boots would be high heeled and still ordered them. I explained there existed no such thing as mens boots these days. At least, not anything decent that I liked. I told her I had been searching the entire Net for a nice pair of Western boots and everything I clicked on that looked good to me fell in the womens section and stopped at EU size 41/42. So, I was condemned to Italian Heels for making something in my size and I had to take the high feminine heels for granted. (And you guys know I was more than happy to do just that...)

I reassured her I wanted to have wider heels that looked more masculine but in my size that would mean those ugly biker-like boots. "No, those are terrible!" she replied. "Yours are really nice. And Italian shoes are the best, it's just that... well, you know, people might think you're from the wrong side." Nice how mums can put that, isn't it.

I bursted out laughing. "Sure they might, but we both know I'm not gay. And besides, gays usually don't like these kind of heeled boots. And I don't care what people think."

"Oh really?"she asked, "wouldn't gays like these boots? Can you walk in those heels? I know I couldn't pull it off." I told her it was no problem at all and I had already tried it extensively and showed her the scuffs on my soles. "Ok, I see," she nodded, "And what about driving? Do you think that'll work?"

"Yep, already tried it. No problemo!" She started to look more and more puzzled now about how far I already was with the heels. I started to feel a bit guilty and told her I would really understand it if she wouldn't want to be seen together with me in my boots. She replied: "I will not feel embarrased by your boots and will walk beside you just as always. I don't care what people think but I'm just wondering if you're OK with the high heels yourself." I told her I was very happy with my heeled boots and wished I had done it 10 years earlier. "Then what kept you from doing that?" she asked. "The boots are really amazing and if they make you happy I'm cool with that."

She then asked me how high they were and I showed her the entire shaft of the boot. She said her sister's boots had embroidery and agreed that looked more girly. She really liked my studded decorations and repeated how great they looked.

So I went to my room to do some work and to let it sink in for my mum. Later when I went downstairs I still had my boots on. "Are you keeping them on?" she asked. I told her they just felt so nice, better than any shoes I've ever had and I just wanted to enjoy them. I asked her if the initial shock was over and she said she just wasn't used to me doing something so wild. She's right BTW, I'm the definition of dull.

I told her life was short and the boots made me a happy man and that satisfied her. She then said: "I bet that leather feels very soft." and she grabbed my foot to feel it and went on: "I'm not saying these aren't nice boots for you, they are truly magnificent but maybe you can wear longer jeans, just as the girls do nowadays. That covers the heels better and nicely reveals the long points. I think for this summer a pair of light colored, long linnen pants with wider sleeves would look very good with these boots."

I couldn't believe my ears! She was already planning how to integrate my boots in the summer wardrobe. What more can I wish for?

I think she's still sceptical about the heels though. I was wearing my narrow 501 and the sleeves barely go over the shaft of my boots and end just above where the heels start. I love this look but I saw her peeking at my feet a few times and I understand her hesitation. It's a lot to accept for her, no matter how much she loves me so I will indulge in buying a few pairs of bootcut pants to make it more acceptable for her too.

I can't wait to go to my local clothing boutique and ask the pretty salesgirl for 'a pair of bootcut summer trousers to go with my favorite dark brown, long pointed, high heeled Western boots'!

I hope you enjoyed my 'coming out' story.

I pulled it off again! My 1st successful outing tasted for more as you can imagine. I have had a fantasy for some time now about wearing my Maela's on my weekly swimming night. This is quite tricky as there are usually lot's of people around but I usually like to make things difficult for myself so... During the day I had gone through all possible scenarios which made me more and more nervous. I was however determined to go through with it because I really don't want to wear my boots indoors only. It's just to nice a feeling to be out and about with my beauties. I was wearing a Levis 751 bootcut jeans and paired with a jeans shirt this long pants looked very good. Just the perfect look for my boots, not to obvious but still visible as being heeled boots, as they should be. By the time I left I had a splitting headache because of the pressure I had brought upon myself. When I started my car the fuel warning light lit up. Perfect, that gave me the opportunity to go for a little 'test run' first at my local gas station. That went very well, there were several other customers and I don't know if anyone noticed anything but I didn't care. I could only imagine someone being jealous of my boots which is the right attitude to have I guess. During the drive to the pool my headache evaporated and I was confident I would go ahead with my plan. I did however bring my dull shoes with me, just in case. Normally when I arrive, there are people leaving the pool and usually some teenagers are chatting outside the entrance. It was now very quiet so I walked in and felt very relaxed, just enjoying my heeled walk and the sound of my boots. Inside it was also relatively quiet and after checking in the lady behind the counter didn't give me a 2nd look although everything is tiled inside, which caused some nice heel clicking on my part. I've had the points of my boots fitted with the stainless steel plates in the meantime and this causes a very nice, modest metal clicking after the tumb of the heels. Very cool indeed! In the dressing room area a few people were around but at that point I just didn't care anymore. I had made it and was still alive... Hoorah! After my swim, when I was getting dressed and really enjoying putting my boots on 'in the wild', I heard a lot more people around. It was closing time so I knew I was going to be tested now and it would not be as easy as coming in, when it was quiet. After a moment of hesitation I walked out of my cabin and confronted my fear. In the lobby, where the mirrors and hair dryers are, about half a dozen people were standing about, including some fashionably young teenage girls and an attractive young woman who is also a regular visitor and swims in my lane. We never spoke but picture this: athletic swimmers body, short raven black hair, dark painted eyes and water proof red lipstick! The perfect wearer for my kind of boots... I walked by her and strangely I can only hope she noticed my boots. I'll have to see if she gives me a weird look next week. In- and outside the entrance more people were hanging around so you could say I really had to go in the deep end of the pool. Well, the teenagers outside didn't give any comment, maybe they couldn't believe their eyes or really didn't notice anything, I don't know. What I do know now is that the attitude you have while being heeled is very important. As soon as you start to doubt yourself you're in trouble. I didn't have any doubts about my look or my walk so I performed flawlessly with full confidence. What a sweet feeling that is. In fact, it went so well that I'm planning a visit to a busy gas station along the highway which is usually crowded with truckers and other guys. Should be interesting to have a try-out there. I'm even considering going public all the way, except for work then of course. That would not be appropriate but in my own free time? I'm really starting to feel more and more relaxed now wearing my boots. I have to be careful not to get over-confident but it's my life and I have tried to blend in long enough now... Hope I have more to tell you soon... (if you're interested)

Well, I finally did it! Street heeling in broad daylight with my new beautiful sexy Maela's from Italian Heels. The weather, being a bit chilly, was still suitable for boots so I decided to take this last opportunity for the season and plunge in.

Before I go into details first this: I was encouraged by the stories where the majority of heelers claim that most people just don't notice anything. However, boots sent out a strong message that is difficult not to pick up. Add to that a pair of sexy heels, the exact height doesn't really make a difference, and you've got the image that we all here like so much. And I found out that Joe or Jane Public is not indifferent to it either...

Anyway, a few weeks ago I went to the nearest city on Sunday late afternoon and parked near the train station. From there I went on a 30-40 min. round trip through the city centre. When I left the parking lot an elderly couple were waiting in their car, just 'people watching' to kill the time and I could just feel their eyes on my boots as I walked by. So the first 100m. were the most difficult, I was still thinking of going back as there were more people around than I had wished. The only problem was that I really LOVED the comfort and look of my new boots. So I pushed on and from there it only got easier and more enjoyable. Every clacking step pounded in my head like a drum and I tried to act as natural as possible. I couldn't wait for a shop window where I would be able to see how it looked sideways.

The sound of the heels is what gave me away the most. Especially women seem to be receptive for it I noticed. And walking in narrow streets makes a beautiful but alarming noise, especially when people are standing around talking to eachother and you have to pass them. Anyway, I didn't pay any attention to the looks I got, that would only have made me look guilty and that's not how I felt. On the contrary, I walked with pride and felt very good about it.

I knew there was a promenade about halfway, which is about 75m. long and 5m. wide with a nice hard stone tiled floor. When I got there it was empty, perfect... So I went in and was treated with the sexiest echoing heel clacking that I ever heard (because I was the maker of it...) I now had the opportunity to see how it looked sideways in the windows. Damn, those 3" medium width heels still look high! Those boots are unmistakably feminine... or not? And there I was, miles away from the safety of my car, making a hell of a noise by wearing women's boots for everyone to see. But long pointed heeled western boots with straight jeans simply look stunning and that is the fashion statement I wanted to make. Period!

About halfway the promenade a man passed by the exit and stopped to see who was making this noise. He watched me for a few secs. and than slowly moved on. With chills on my spine I exited the promenade and turned the same way as he was going. He was on the opposite side now and stopped for some supposed window shopping but as I walked by I could see him checking my boots out.

Round the next corner a fat snack bar owner was sitting straight in front of his shop's window just watching people go by. Well, I hope I gave him something to think about because I looked him straight in the eye and he followed me all the way!

A few minutes later I encountered an elderly couple who were window shopping. The woman was alarmed by the clacking of my heels and immediately looked my way. While her husband was looking in the shop windows and talking to her I could see in the window on my side that she had lost her attention for him and had turned around looking wondered at me going by. I loved it...

On the last stretch I got a little bonus as I had to cross a bridge. Ever tried that? Sounds wonderful, heels on a metal construction. On the very last piece back to my car a bus was waiting with the driver looking around a bit. I could have detoured him but by now I was so confident with my boots that I decided to give him a front seat for the show. I didn't look to see his reaction, I was just thrilled to have made it back without a single misstep or any negative reactions. But going almost unnoticed as a guy in heels is a myth. I can only hope my look was daringly different but not extremely feminine and that it gained respect rather than looking provocative.

After my return home I had some restoration on the soles and heels to do. I had the points of the boots fitted with aluminium plates but these were 25% gone already. I will now replace these with stainless steel plates and fit the heel tips with a thin sheet of rubber which should make them more durable and quieter. As much as I liked the sound for myself, it just attracts too much attention from too far away. I don't mind the occasional person detecting my heeled boots when looking down but someone who normally wouldn't notice it should not be alarmed solely by the heel clacking.

It's almost too bad it's spring now and boots really start to look out of place.

Hope you enjoyed it...

Well, they have arrived, my new beauties from Italy... Check them out!

http://www.italianheels.com/cgi-bin/showbig2.pl?categoria=boots〈=en&item=4029

Italian Heels, thank you for the Maela boots.

Brown studded leather, kneehigh, 3" thick tapered heels, long pointed, sexy/tough Western look. Pure beauty and unbelievable how comfortable these boots are with their thicker, lower heels in comparison with my 5" stiletto boots.

It's strange but when I first saw these boots on the website I didn't like them at all. I never liked brown leather shoes for myself and I found the heels of Western style boots just too bulky and not high enough.

The thing is that for occasional street heeling I really needed something more comfortable and less obvious than stilettos so I searched the web for days. Not being able to find something suitable in my size that I liked, I finally returned to Italian Heels and gave the Maela boots a second look. The fact that I enjoyed seeing more and more women wearing cowgirl boots also helped to change my mind about these kinds of boots.

Gradually I started to really like them and decided to place an order. The brown color I took for granted. When I opened the box I couldn’t believe my eyes. The color is stunning and they go all the way up to the knee! I never expected them to be SO nice. Now I am the proud owner of them and I have to say they’ve put my Fuss Italian stiletto boots in 2nd place. The overall quality is just better, they are truly perfect and fit like gloves.

I can only hope I can quickly gather up the courage to go out with them! They sound really cool too and the best thing is that the brown leather and the Western style go very well with all the types of jeans that I have. And to be totally honest, as much as I like 4-5" stilettos, these thicker, lower heels look better on a guy like me. And it still looks and feels damn sexy!

Sometimes I feel cursed with my desire to wear heels because I still have to hide it from everyone I know but when I put on these beauties it feels like a blessing at the same time. I wouldn’t want to miss this feeling we all know here.

Life might be too short to deny myself these innocent pleasures...

HHboy-NL, unless you're absolutely sure your mom is very open minded I wouldn't tell anyone about it for the time being. Only you can determine if she is but have you ever discussed something very personal with her for example and how did she react to that? I guess some moms can be real soulmates for their boys but telling them you want to wear high heels? I don't know... Take your time, sniff out this board some more, plan your purchase well and anticipate to have to keep it privat for now. Make sure you get comfortable wearing high heels for yourself first, you can always tell your mom later and it's easier when you're 100% sure you don't find it strange yourself anymore. Good luck whatever you decide to do.

You guys really have to see the video. There's a lot of sweat and hair throughout the entire clip. At one point the lead singer transforms into some sort of werewolf. A German werewolf with sharp claws and heels...

I hope I'm the first to point this out but I just zapped across MTV and stumbled on Rammstein's latest video, Mann gegen Mann.

You have to see it for yourselfs. The music is not that bad either.

Look here already to see what I mean:

http://www.rammstein.com/mann_gegen_mann/

Have fun!

yesterday I had my 2nd real outing in my stiletto boots. I think I lost 1/3rd of the heel tips so far after a total of just 45min. of street heeling! And they don't wear off evenly so this way they will not last long...

I really love taking my beauties outside but the only thing I could think about were the demolition sounds that I heard with every step that I took. I had my eye on a nice long stretch of pavement along a busy road but after just 10mtr. my stilettos had sunk between the tiles a couple of times. That really damages the leather covering on the heels so I decided to walk through a park with asphalt roads instead but that was quite rough and made my heels constantly scratch and squeal.

We all know that in public you shouldn't look down at your feet to attract attention but I just had to look down the whole time to avoid the worst dangers. That really spoiled the joy of the walk and I don't think I'm going to take this EUR200,- stiletto boots out again.

It wasn't all 100% bad though, I also went to the ATM inside my local bank which has a hard stone outside entrance and interior floors: incredibly exciting acoustics and comfortable with stilettos! And when I came home, walking indoors had become twice as easy and I just forgot I was wearing 12cm. stilts!

Anyway, I only enjoy them as long as they're in (almost) perfect condition and I hate heels that are all scratched and scuffed so I think I'm going to buy these nice Western boots from Italian Heels.

I Photoshopped them on my feet already and I think they also look quite sexy. What are your experiences with stilettos outdoors? Would these boots be better for outdoor use and at the same time be more acceptable? I think I would just go really public with these now I'm getting more and more comfortable with my stiletto boots.

I have read hundreds of posts on this forum and a lot of them are about the feared 'acceptance of society' and even more friends and family. I don't want to generalize but there seem to be 2 main streams of opinions:

the ones that (desperately) seek acceptance or at least tolerance and the ones that have accepted that the cure for cancer will be discovered sooner, which is also more important I think. Personally I am with the latter ones, as much as I would want it to be accepted and continue to have hope I know it's not going to happen in my lifetime.

Just a year ago, before I bought my first high heeled boots, I would consider myself in heels to be silly also. The more I started wearing them the more normal it got for me and the better I feel and think it makes me look. This makes it harder to place myself in an outsider's position and look at myself objectively. I'm now past the point of being able to understand why someone else wouldn't understand or at least accept it. To stay cautious I really have to convince myself that's still the risk I am taking.

It's also dependant on how big the change in your overall appearance will be when you start wearing any form of heels in public. For example, the other day I wore my favorite leather/jeans jacket to work for the first time. It looks cool with my stiletto boots but I don't wear it often otherwise. I am always dressed as sportively as possible to work, although still conservative, and never wear any leather accept for my dull flat shoes. When I walked in the office a female colleague complimented: Oh, what a nice jacket!, but a male colleague commented: Hé, leatherboy! I know he didn't mean bad, he's a good colleague and just not used to seeing me in clothes like this. I thought to myself: "If only you knew..." I'm a very shy person and it meant I got positive and (semi) negative attention and had to deal with that which is good for building my confidence.

My colleagues' tunnel vision demonstrated however what kind of problems I can expect when I would try to 'come out' even further. Imagine what he would say if I showed up booted and heeled like this...

Well, he probably wouldn't say anything but his lower jaw would drop on the table.

The acceptance of most people is a bit like a wooden stick, you can only bend it so far till it breaks.

However, in the village where I live there is a foreign single guy who is always riding around very relaxed on his bike wearing very shiny clothing, from head to toe. He lives in a normal neighbourhood and everybody knows and likes him and I never heard anyone talk about his strange taste of clothes or that he is probably a fetishist or gay. They don't know him any different and that makes it OK I guess. Still I wonder what would happen if he started to wear heels...

Pure fashionwise, I can only dream of ever going out in a pair of shiny black leather jeans, preferably to go with my stiletto boots and favorite jacket and still look very masculine. As a single I don't think I could get away with it without being regarded as a gay leatherboy. People would think I'd finally 'came out of the closet' which would be true but not the closet they'd assume. After so many years my friend's and family's image of me is solidly anchored so I can only hope I'll get the time and courage to make very small steps (mandatory with heels) to change that image. I'm just wondering how far I can get before I fall flat on my face. I would hate to loose the respect of the people I care about.

Take care...

I wouldn't like to walk like a woman in heels, they are much better at it and usually have the figure to get away with swaying their bodies also. I like to develop my own way of walking in heels which is more to the masculine side. That's also safer if you're not really interested in getting noticed too much. The nicest thing about being high heeled is that it forces you to have a different, more upright posture, which in my case is also good for my back. Us guys do have a tendency to stroll around, leaning a bit forward with an arched back. The moment I do that while being heeled I'm sure I'll fall. An extra bonus is that this upright posture makes me look more confident and therefore I feel more confident also. Personally, on the streets, the easiest way to walk in my high heeled stiletto boots is when I put my hands in my pockets, either trousers or jacket. This might sound strange but when my arms are moving around freely, this causes inbalance which makes the walk more difficult and putting my hands in my pockets looks more masculine also I think.

Thank you all for your kind words and I'm happy you like the stories and my look. After 2 successful outings at night I of course wanted a 3rd one in broad daylight.

Now, somewhere in the back of my mind, I know something will go wrong sooner or later. A simple statistical fact I guess. Anyway, this Sunday afternoon I had another 2,5hr. window of opportunity to go somewhere with my boots. It was pretty cold again but the sun was shining and the sky was blue. At around 2:15PM I was all dressed and booted up nicely to go. No front door exit this time, impossible in broad daylight, and at the back the neighbors were at home. They have a computer/play room above their garage with a window that's 20 meters away and looks directly at my back door. I was standing at the back door, nervous as hell and almost throwing up (seriously!). I walked up and down a bit and looked down at my shiny boots; they made my entire outfit look so great! I felt really good about how I looked. What a waste to have to hide them. My own fear was beginning to irritate me so I stepped out the back door. When I turned around to lock the door I saw movement behind my neighbor’s window. Red Alert!! I immediately went back inside, what a bad start. I didn't trust it anymore and changed into regular shoes and that cowardice irritated me even more. I put my boots in a plastic bag, stepped in my car and drove off. There was still movement behind my neighbor’s window.

I stopped at the nearest parking lot and changed into my boots again. That was not an ideal solution, my outing was already ruined and I promised myself that next time I will leave and return in my boots or I won't go at all. It did however partly prove my theory about something going wrong sooner or later...

At least I was out and about and I tried to make the best of it and not let my paranoia spoil my outing too much. I took a scenic route along the river to see if I could find a nice resting area to 'stretch my legs' and to catch up on my high heel training. Unfortunately I live in an overcrowded country and there is hardly any place where you can be alone, or even almost alone. Because of the cold but sunny weather there were people hiking everywhere, unbelievable how many I have seen. And when I did find a rest area it was filled with family packed cars lurking around.

So I finally arrived at a highway and headed back home. I would come across a gas station with a rest area and I decided to stop there because I really needed to walk around a bit and enjoy my boots. I didn't go through all this trouble to come back empty handed. There is a viaduct between the gas station and the rest area so you can't see any cars pulling up until they are already there. A bit risky but somehow that excited me. It felt like I wanted to be caught in plain sight. Stupid me...

I parked at the beginning to have a good view of what was in front of me but that is also close to the viaduct and the spot where sudden visitors pop up. I saw people walking on the viaduct and 5 meters to my right was a cycling track. The area was empty so I got out to get a drink out of the trunk. While I stood at the back bended over the trunk a car drove by! Jeez, I never saw it coming! It stopped at the end and a guy stepped out and took place on a bench to get a smoke. He didn't even glance in my direction once. Strange, I didn't even feel relieved or something. Nevertheless, I didn't want to cross the street and draw his attention so I walked up and down a bit and finally waited inside until he was gone. I opened the door and swung my high heeled beauties out again. Bam! Out of nowhere another car whizzed by. Better stay inside! An older man stepped out, walked to the other side and took a piss next to his car. I guess that's more accepted by society than a guy in heels...

He took off immediately so at last I had the area to myself. I crossed the street and went towards the highway. There were constantly coming cars from the gas station but they all drove on to get back on the highway. If any of them would pull up to the rest area I would be fully exposed in the open, away from the safety of my car. It would be an understatement to say this potential risk excited me a little bit.

No one came however so I could catch up on my heel training. When I was ready to go I noticed a large map of the area on a board some 50 meters behind me. Now that looked like a nice exposed stretch to really try out my boots. So I calmly walked over to the board, concentrated on doing it right, not easy yet but I'll get there. Because of the very bad paving I only mis-stepped once because I didn't stretch my leg fully. Walking back was even more exciting because I had to turn my back on any potential visitors but all went well.

When I came back home I saw my neighbor’s car wasn't gone so I changed into regular shoes again to avoid any risk. All in all this experience has taught me an important lesson. It's much harder to walk 10 meters in high heels on my own property with a very slim change of being seen by someone I know than it is to walk 15 min. on a public parking lot where I was visible to dozens of unknown people that might or might not have noticed anything about me.

I have some reflecting to do on myself and these experiences this week.

Take care...

Well, that didn't take me very long! First of all, TBG thank you for your advice. You are right, I have to be careful and I will but it's easy to get carried away when you're walking in boots that really make you feel good.

So, after my 1st very satisfying experience being out in the open I immediately planned a 2nd 'fieldtrip'. Nothing spectacular though, just to a parking lot to do some walking on the street, which is supposedly much more difficult then inside your home, and to feel free again in heels. Because that is the feeling that stayed with me the most.

Friday night I zipped my beauties up again and stepped in my car. This is what my outfit looked like.

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I hope I have the right 'balance' for wearing this kind of high heeled boots. I always see women talk about balance when men in heels are discussed so I hope I got it in the right direction. This time I took the front door which is shorter to the car and doesn't alarm the neighbors but also a bit riskier because someone might walk by suddenly.

Nothing happened and I drove to a large gas station along the nearest highway. It has a big, well lit parking area for trucks and cars stopping by. There's also another resting area not far from my place but that one is infamous for it's gay activities that take place in the nearby bushes. Better not show up there in my stiletto boots I guess, they might mistaken me for wanting something else!

No, this one is safe and in plain view. I pulled up at the end of the car lane. 2 Cars with people in them were in front of me, some 25 and 50 metres away. To my left were a few trucks and in only one of them I saw a driver reading something. After scanning the area around me I got out to supposedly get something out of the trunk. Just these few steps made me really wanting more but the car in front of me kept me from doing it.

After a few minutes of waiting inside I decided to throw something in a wastbin halfway in between. This went really well, I made sure my steps and posture were as masculine as the heels would allow me to. When I walked back to my car I already didn't care very much if anyone would notice me. The car in front of me drove away so it was time for some more street heeling. It's not easy to develop the right way of walking in heels, you have to stay focused on your steps and posture. I have no interest in strutting the streets like a women and swinging with my ass like a sissy. That also draws to much attention and after all, I am a 100% regular guy who just likes to wear stylish boots. So, I tried to keep it as natural as possible and that went pretty well, it's a matter of enough practice and confidence. As soon as you start to think someone might notice it, your way of walking will change and THAT will be noticed for sure.

Suddenly a men and a kid came from the shop and stepped in a van some 20 metres to my side. I decided to stay outside but kept my boots out of their sight. They didn't drove of right away so I walked in their direction halfway up and stopped along the road, in plain view.

After a minute or so the kid looked at me and he kept looking as if he had seen something that looked out of place. Now what could that be I ask you? Maybe he thought it was strange I was standing there in the freezing cold wind but that didn't bother me at all. It's amazing how warm my feet and legs stay when their encased in real leather up to the knee. I was facing them head on and you cannot see the stilettos then, just a pair of shiny pointy boots that look very slick instead of bulky. For a few seconds I felt a bit unsettled and watched if he would signal his father next to him but he just kept looking. So I turned my back on him and walked back to my car. They drove off but I didn't bother to see if he was still looking.

Anyway, I did some more practicing but sadly couldn't go to far, that would look out of place there. I would have just loved to walk into the shop though... But I took TBG's advise and stayed cautious! So I drove back very satisfied and a little proud of myself. I think I have the right to be.

Take care...

I don't know if this counts as a first time out in public but for me it was exciting nevertheless. I guess you have to start somewhere so I thought I'd share it with you.

Once a week I always go swimming and this week I learned I was going to be alone in the evening so this meant: Italian boot camp!

While putting on my beauties I thought: Why not keep them on when driving to the pool! I have read the stories on this forum about the difficulties when driving with stilettos on and mine are 12cm high but the idea had already excited me so much that I decided to go for it.

So, a little nervous but determined enough, I went out and click clacked to my car. It's parked on my own property so don't call me brave yet, although the neighbors can hear it.

I put my bag in the trunk and when I stepped in the rush really kicked in. I noticed I had to be extra careful not to scratch anything with the high heels and the long pointed noses. My car shifts by Tiptronic so I can put my left boot on the dead pedal and leave it there.

The accelerator pedal was also large enough for my entire EU size 45 Italian stud so no problems at all. I just had to move my entire lower leg for punching the accelerator pedal because your foot already stands in quite an angle with 12cm heels.

All in all a peace of cake and when driving is your hobby and wearing high heels your passion you get an almost unbeatable combination. Men, what a rush being out in the open! Well, sort of...

Naturally I had taken my normal dull shoes with me to change into before leaving the car at the pool but when I got there I just didn't want to take them off anymore. Somehow my boots give me so much confidence and really make me feel good about myself that I was about to go over the edge and just walk over to the pool building without a care in the world and ready to ignore any comment or look that I might get. Dangerous things these Italian stilettos!

Well, I came to my senses on time (sadly for you) but just couldn't resist stepping out first to get my bag out of the trunk. At that time a couple walked over the parking lot and although it was dark I wished they would hear the clicking of my heels and look in my direction to see me wearing high heeled boots but sadly they didn't.

I don't know what to make of this: I want to keep it private at any cost but at the same time I just want to wear what I like and what makes me feel good whenever I want to.

Anyway, this experience tasted so good that it has to be expanded somehow. As long as I can keep my head cool.

Hope I wasn't too lengthy, I normally don't talk a lot but writing it down is so much fun.

Take care...

Zero,

Interesting what you have to say about me being ashamed...

I'm not ashamed to be ashamed about something, wearing heels is not the only thing I don't want others to know. I guess we all have our secrets and I don't think that's a bad thing.

I've long accepted myself as I am, including all the flaws. I do however find it important to stay aware of my flaws and continue to try improving myself. Coming out in heels is however not the 1st on this self-improvement' list. Personally, the only thing that is a pitty to me in not daring to go outside (yet) is the fact that I can't put any real 'mileage' on my boots.

I have no interest in being flashy or showing my boots, or anything else for that matter, to the outside world and get their approval. In fact, sometimes when I'm among colleagues or friends I wonder if anyone else also has a secret passion like me which gives them the same joy. I'm always happy that I have such a thrill and the fact that I have to keep it privat doesn't really make it any less exciting for me.

And now a quote from your own webjournal: "Anyway, these are dream shoes but too feministic to wear:" followed by a picture of a pair of fantastic fetish boots. I like your taste... Am I right in assuming you would be ashamed to go out in these stilettos? I wouldn't blame you, but this is exactly the kind of footwear that is my passion so I hope you get my point.

After I bought my boots I was so excited about it and the way they looked on me that I couldn't imagine someone else finding it really strange or not granting me to be happy with my purchase. So, in my ignorence I was planning to share it with my closest relative. As usual I always give things a 2nd thought (and a 3rd, and a 4th) and finally decided against it, helped by the fact that this person dislikes pointy footwear and high heels on women, let alone men.

Looking backwards I can't understand having been so stupid to have actually thought for a second about sharing it with anyone, MY world is clearly not ready for this kind of, what they consider abnormal, behavior. Fortunately I came to my senses on time and I think my own pleasure in wearing heels isn't any less now, I just have to be careful but I've learned to be very good at that.

I guess it also depends wether you're an intro- or extrovert person. I am not an outgoing person in any kind of outfit so I guess that makes it easier to keep my heeling privat. And the people on this forum are very supportive when it comes to going public so I guess they will be equally supportive to people who want (or need) to keep it privat (for now)...

PS: Watch out for these foreign youth gangs when going out, they even beat up Santa Claus because he's not part of their religion...

Thank you all, my avatar shows the way sexy boots should be worn: by a nice woman wearing a leather skirt. I'm afraid my legs aren't nice enough for this posture. However, the boots are very close to mine. Actually, mine are even nicer. Placing photos of me wearing them is the next hurdle I've got to take I'm afraid. I'll get back to you about wearing them outside, I did some strolling in my garden but the noise... is exhilerating but alarmingly. I did have a few scenarios for outside wearing but as soon as I open my back door I feel like 'somebody's watching me!' I am planning to do an outside photoshoot this spring of my very masculine sportscoupe, which is my other thrill. Should make an interesting combination with the feminine stilettos. I can't wait to do it but I'll have to find a quiet place first... Do you know what surprised me: whenever I see an attractive woman wearing nice boots (more or less HH) I think that's not only fashionably attractive and stylish but the higher ones also turn me on sexually. Wearing my own stiletto boots however does nothing sexually to me (OK, almost nothing), I am merely in awe by the sheer beauty of the boots on my feet and the way they feel and force me to walk. At first I was afraid it was going to be a 'put on and cum show' but nothing of the sort. I'm really happy they don't turn me on sexually, I would consider that to be sort of a 'cheap thrill' and not doing justice to my Italian beauties. The feeling they give me now is much nicer and seems to last forever. Am I making any sense here or should I find a psychiatrist?

Hello everybody, after a year of peeking I thought I'd introduce myself on this 'freaky' forum! ':D' As a guy I wish there was a drug that could control just my fetish for high heels... Would make my life a lot easier and yes I admit, a lot less exciting but I need a clear head from time to time. After 25 years of living in denial I finally treated myself to a pair of high heeled stiletto boots in Feb. 2005. They are SO incredibly beautiful! Of course they would look much better when worn by a woman, it's as simple as that, but I was pleasantly surprised by the way they made me look. If I thought they made me look silly I would not have continued wearing them at all. I'm easily ashamed for myself so I want to look straight in the mirror when I'm wearing them and feel good about it. I also think you need to wear the right pair of trousers when in heels, my black narrow jeans works very good, the whole setting has to be right. I can live with the fact that a guy in heels is not generally accepted, although I wonder how many people would laugh at me but at the same time be very jealous... I guess even a lot of 'flat' women would love to wear high heels but are afraid for the reactions. To be honest, if I didn't have this urge to wear heels myself I would consider it strange too for guys. I think I would accept it though but that's easy to say if you're a pervert like me... ':D' This all means sharing it with anyone I know is out of the question, let alone going outdoors in heels. Damn shame, walking in my high heeled beauties feels SO nice and natural. It's like having a Porsche that you can't take out of the garage. The only thing you can do is polish and drool over it and be turned on by the sound of the engine from time to time. (equals the click-clack sound when walking in my garage!) And yes, I've read all the 'street heeling and 1st time out' stories on this forum. I'm happy for everyone who does that and I really admire you but you can't have it all in life, I experienced that more than once. Greetings and a healthy and safe 2006.