Prima

In all honesty, even though high stiletto heeled boots were made for women, I believe the men are owning it!!! I got my 1st pairs of REAL stiletto boots thanks to HHPlace back in the early 2000s. With a fresh reliable DSL hookup to the interwebs, a credit card in hand, and AltaVista on my screen, HHPlace was the first link listed in my search which led me to Leatherworks where I purchased my 5.25 inch babies. Then there was La Piazza, but I digress 😊 OK, so my "high stiletto heeled boots hero" of all time is this guy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Re5sHX0Trfg (I thought it was a woman for the loooongest time, but I was wrong) Now when I search for videos on extremely high heeled single-sole stiletto boots, I see men rocking and having fun with these heels more naturally than the women. As a matter of fact, it appears that most (not all, including myself) of the women are forced to wear these by their employer/lover/abductor when you compare facial expressions and body language. It is also clearly evident here @ HHPlace given the male/female membership ratio. Hey, I thought us women had a higher tolerance for pain than men 🙃. So CHEERS to the boys!!!... My bet would be on them if there were ever an open-gender marathon in high stiletto heels competition. Sorry my fellow ladies 😁 'Envious regards, Prima

Hi pebblesf. I envy folks as yourself that can still enjoy aging better rather than aging older 😪. Thank you for such a pleasant greeting. My sincerest apologies if my view on ankle boots came off as a bit harsh. Sometimes my self-imposed OCD'ish fever for my unique love of stiletto boots gets the better of me and sets my tone. So please allow me to explain my rare form of retardation in detail 😜 I am petite with really skinny legs, short shins, and long slender coconut tree climbing feet due to my Pacific Islander genetics. And so as a young girly-girl in the '80s loooooong before the joy of customized online purchases came about, I was limited to choosing whatever was on the shelves at the local boutiques and malls. Unfortunately, it was standard sizing for boots everywhere, even in Chinatown. Long feet = big feet = wider diameters @ ankles and calves which made me look like I was receiving poorly fitted hand-me-downs from a portly aunt 😭. My young ungrateful mind was screaming, "Why oh why was I born with mutant feet and legs?" I quickly developed a frustrating habit of avoiding skirts which was weird for a girly-girl, and found myself preferring to wear pants tucked into boots since there was a whole lot of room for tucking + the thrill I get when hearing that unmistakable sound from the long slowly zippery ziiiiiiiiiip when securing the shafts. Overtime, I fell in love with that particular style thanks to Penelope Pitstop and Chrissy Snow. Mmmmmm.... Just seeing these again puts me into a state of dopamine 🥰. Sooooooo whenever I see a pair of beautiful stiletto ankle boots, I immediately ask myself, "Where's the rest of the boots? Where did the zippered shafts go?" Then came the '90s with everything flats 😡. But we'll save that story for another thread. In all honesty, I often wonder why I make things so difficult for myself with all these hang ups that prevent me from having simple pleasures? But the crazy truth is, I've grown to love what I love, and it kinda makes me feel special. Even if it's specially retarded ( <-- Yup, I still use this classic term if I am only referring to myself) 😊 I do enjoy watching others having a good time with expressing themselves through wardrobe regardless of similar preferences or not. It's the art of the delivery/presentation and passion that matters most 👍 Thanks for taking me on a thrilling adventure back in time pebblesf. I'm gonna relish this moment with a smoke and a glass of wine now ✌️ 'Sweetest regards, Prima

See if you can top this: 'Happy hunting Prima

Hi mlroseplant. I wish your belief were true, but I clearly remember posting my greeting pic and refreshed the page to see how it appeared, and it looked sooooo good that I also remember being excited in anticipation of receiving feedback from my new found friends. Instead, I received a nasty warning hours later from Cookie Monster claiming that I posted something that promoted fetishism and sexual content and smugly advised me to review the rules. But I totally get how some men are conditioned to dominate over women's liberties with their assumptions without really considering the big picture. It is obvious that non-sexual pleasures such as ASMR and visual dopamine are foreign concepts to them and that Pretty = Sex. Both Sad and disappointing at the same time if you ask me 😪. But anyhooooo, thank YOU for welcoming 'lil ole me to the scene mlroseplant. I appreciate it ✌️ Prima

Au contraire mon frère 🙃 Hi Shyheels. Thank you for the warm greeting. Sorry, I initially didn't have the time to elaborate on my very unique preferences concerning my love of stiletto heeled boots. But yes, unique unlike anyone else that I've ever encountered. I swear it has developed into an incurable self-imposed condition. But as Diana Ross sang, "If there's a cure for this, I don't want it' I don't need it." I prefer style over fashion, as style is timeless and can create expressions of unconventional individuality whereas fashion has an expiry date and is often dictated by marketing fashists ( <-- I coined this one) that capitalize solely on popularity. Listed below are just a few style preferences that I obsess over: Platforms with Stiletto heels: I never liked them. It's like attaching a block of concrete to a Ferrari. Why compromise the femininity and sleekness of the stiletto? But I get that not everyone can put in the effort of conditioning their feet and ankles and opt for shortcuts and illusions which are apparently fashionable 😜. Chunky heels are a better match for platforms which look great on Gene Simmons, Rick James, Elton John, and Ziggy Stardust. Actually because of his feminine features, Bowie would have been awesome in single-sole stilettos if Ziggy came out 10 years later; Just ask Gary ✌️ Long Pointed Toes: A designer friend of mine explained that long pointed toes make your legs appear longer. Agreed, if we were nothing more than a front facing fashion sketch. But sooo very Broomhilda for any person at a side angle. WannaBe High Heel Boots: lacking any visible toebox trim, lacking any visible heel counter trim, heel breast colour does not match the sole, salvaged high heel shoes with shafts so obviously stitched on to pass for a pair of boots, one shared knee-boot zipper length between OTK and thigh-boots, only 2 pieces of leather to make each boot, unimpressive arches, pencil heels, metal spike heels... 'Pretty much a combination of designer fails and cutting costs. Stiletto Ankle Boots: What is the point? Full Length Lace-Ups: I never liked them. Am I wearing ice-skates? How far back in ye olden tymes do we want to go? Give me the sound of a full length zip-up any day to complete the proper stiletto boot ASMR experience 👍 Accessories: Every lady (and a few effeminate males) knows that a gorgeous pair of stiletto boots are nothing without the correct accessories to compliment their boost in confidence and feminine appeal. Knee-boots paired with elbow length gloves / Thigh-boots paired with opera length gloves / Any high-waisted bottoms with a belt and choker ( <-- As a lady, I have an issue with this naming convention; count on me to coin another ♀️💪) that matches the colour of the boots. Like many OG lovers of high heels, I too spent many decades and $$$$ at the fotomat in adoring my high heels (specifically single-sole stiletto boots) but got bored of posing and strutting around doing the same things that are limited to the reality of physics and social norms. I also grew weary of all the negative stigmas from the short-sighted majority that cannot keep up with those that live on the bleeding edge of imagination when they see a pair of anything higher than 5 inch stilettos (Especially stiletto boots; Pretty Woman and Kinky Boots are partially to blame). It was terribly frustrating to have always been very selective with where and with whom I chose to wear my boots with. I was raised and still live in the large city = increased encounters with idiots, but fortunately I discovered a new revolutionary way to enjoy my stiletto booted outfits in private as I grow older; Mostly in bed on plain white sheets while critiquing action and horror movies. Mmmmm, nothing else can deliver me that ASMR nostalgic youthful tingly sensation behind my belly button like my own personalized bootiful escapes 🥰. I'm not sure where the fellas feel it, but hopefully you know what I mean. I'm glad to have shared my personal insight with you and hope to contribute a fresh perspective with this community which is in dire need of some defibrillation from the ladies. However, I don't think this forum's administrator is keen on separating himself from his biased assumptions which prompted him to delete my 1st photo posting of my boot collection showcasing my fully clothed accessorized styles. I found his actions to be downright judgmental, insulting, and offensive as a woman just wanting to be pretty; Like Dolly Parton or Marie Osmond. 'Heaven forbid they were championship figure skaters, right? Anyhow, part of me accepts the probability that this response to you may also be deleted by Cookie Monster, which will prove my theories correct. But if you get a chance to read my response before it is Reaganized again, you'll sense my appreciation to your warm welcome through my lengthy efforts to detail a response worth giving. Thank you again Shyheels. I'm glad that you also have a bootiful heart 💝 'Sweetest regards Prima

Hi everyone. It's me, Prima. I've avoided joining any interwebs groups for decades, but lately I felt the need to reach out to see if there are others that share the same unique love for high stiletto heeled boots as I. It was only a few months ago that I was having a conversation with my cousin after purging my closet that day of items from a past lifetime. I told him that I was sad to see some of my favs from the '90s and early 2000s bagged up for the local donation box. Especially my stiletto heeled boots 😭. Out of curiosity and for nostalgic giggles, he asked to see the bag of clothes and laughed when he saw all the stiletto heels that poked holes through the plastic. I laughed with him and told him that I decided to no longer wear extremely high heels now that I am nearing 50 and avoiding unnecessary health risks, but it was fun while it lasted. We continued to laugh about our past lives which revealed many things that we had in common from classic movies and old animated cartoons. At the end, he convinced me to keep my boots and other outfits for a fun project that he and I could work on as part of our bucket list. But I told him that he had to store my old clothes at his place so that my husband doesn't give me any excuses when it is his turn to purge out all the junk that he is still hanging on to 😜 Fast forward to today, and here we are. High stiletto heeled boots in perilous action! So I am excited to interact with you all and perhaps I can shed a new perspective in this love that we all have for high heels ❤️ Bye for now, Prima