cjveritas

As SleekHeels said, its different for everyone. Maybe, in trying to find your ' peace ', if you dropped the term ' fetish ' and just look at your shoes ( all of them, even non-heels ) as just clothing you wear, it would clear your mind a bit and help you rationalize it all out from a fresh perspective. Just a thought. -Ilk

I just recently had such 'mental clearing'. So, point understood. Althought 'just' clothing is a bit to liberal for me. It's still shoe collection 1 and 2. Again it must be because of adulthood. I saw this differently as an adolescent and certainly as a teen.

yeah the nikes are really ok - uncomplicated fun

right the buff-plats don't really fit in the list but for me it's just about highschool nostalgia

Recently went slightly mad and bought in the last month or so exactly 30 pairs of shoes to add to the 6 pairs I already have.

I guess I've had a shopping spree.

To many pairs to post pics.

It's sort of my rule not to go out streetheeling. I lack the overall courage and drive to wear heels in public.

But yesterday I got so bored I went streetheeling anyway. Not really all the way since I did it late at nite and concealed most of it.

First off I wore these black Nike Dunk Sky High under my regular dark blue jeans (to warm up).

I love these. They are in my exact size (not even slightly to small). Drove my car in these (no prob), went to the ATM and strolled down the main street.

Concealed heels=incognito bliss

Then I wanted something else so I change to black womens slacks and put a pair of black suede wedges.

Really love these eventhough a size up would have been better. Real sly in combo with an all black outfit.

I drove a while to a more isolated location and tried on a pair of short bootie-like shoes with a comfortable heel.

I made a little walk to the beach and had to cross the coastal road trough an underground tunnel. The sound of the heels was excellent.

Since I had on the black womens slacks and they concealed the heels so well I decided to get a bit bolder and went for a pair of black suede platform high heels.

Wonderful look and feel but rather high to walk in for a longer duration. Not the ideal streetheeling shoes but fun.

I was lucky not to pass any stray pedestrians to closely.

4 pairs is to much for streetheeling. I overcomplicated things.

If there ever is a next time I'm 'bored' I'll try my pair of Buffalo platforms. Not really 'heels', and not really a serious issue but around here it is though.

Hmm.. dominant mother and absent father... my father was an airline pilot, so he was often away from home. Nonetheless, it didn't feel as he was "absent". In addition, I also don't recollect any particular scene in my early years that I would connect to heels. Quite to the contrary: My mom was wearing flats and sneakers all the time, and the only pair of heels she had was a pair that I considered totally ugly (still do).

...once you use your heels at least every weekend, they quickly lose that "forbidden" touch and become just another pair of shoes. Shoes that I cannot wear during the week to work (so they are still special), but nonetheless just shoes...

In reply to the first: that's just my point is it not out of some reaction that we emulate after seeing our morther's reaction at a young age? The fact your mother did not wear high heels is perhaps it. That somewhere in your young subconscious a NO was registered on high heels because your mom seemed to have a NO on it herself, I emphasize 'seemed'. I am either right or wrong on this - that much I know.

In reply on the second: I fully agree here. Same with me. I can even almost put my clock to it: about a month of wearing a new pair and it is just another pair. When I think about it, it is almost like the streotype girl-response: "O, of course I still have those, but it is last years fashion...". However me too I do not part with them, at least not voluntarily, ha (read my story)!

I don't think we can generalise... for some guys wearing heels is empowering, for others it's degrading/humiliating, there's a whole spectrum of possibilities. A big factor is what age someone first identifies with heels, and how that evolves over time with your experiences, and that's different for everyone.

I didn't have an absent father but he was very authoritarian, which I didn't relate to, so I would say I did have an absence of a positive male role-model. I wonder how other's who have said their father wasn't absent feel about that?

Is it bad? I think there's nothing inherently bad about wearing high heels, but it can be bad if it's eating you up. I liked your phrase "you try to ‘make peace’", I can relate to that.

I'm not a psychologist but I did go through a phase of reading psychology books to try and find some sort of explanation. I didn't find oone but I found clues I could piece together and that was helpful. Beware of looking for something to "blame" it on rather than simply explain it.

Thank you. You really got the essence of my point. And I stand corrected: I did not keep in mind that there is in fact a spectrum.

But I do wonder. If I am honest with myself I must say that I am closer to 'degradinghumiliating' end of the spectrum than the 'empowering' end. Although that rather strongly put. I would choose 'timide/introvert/private passion" to my insight due to my upbringing. However how many like myself would tell this about and have such a moment of honesty? I think many (without putting any numbers on it) especially lie about it to themselves!? I think with age comes 'acceptance' and 'pragmatism' which tends to break down mind-barriers with put up for ourselves, at least in this respect.

At the same time: someone here said do not overthink it. I think it applies at all times. And then you realize that because you think about in this way it has become part of your life. And that can be quite scary for the 'non-empowering' end of the spectrum because you did not expect it in your 'lifetime'.

I would suggest that if your interest in heels is strictly fetish, maybe this forum isn't really the place for you. If your enjoyment is only sexually oriented, there are other forums out there that would better serve your interests. On the other foot, if you have a desire to be able to wear heels and enjoy them for the fun clothing they are, then this is definitely the forum for you, and welcome! Just my opinion. Please don't be offended in any way.

You would be but the sexual fetish is in equal part with romantic-, fashion feelings. Since early childhood.

Not a fetish at all! I should be able to wear what I like, just like women wear whatever they want, and don't care what others think. I've been lucky to have open minded family and friends to allow me dress in a certain way. My friends like the look of me with knee-high boots over skinny jeans.

Don't think for a second that heels are unacceptable for guys. In the high-fashion circles, men and women are walking down the runway in clothes that will never see the light of day in any department store.

You can over-analize things too much. For example: I shop in a womans store because the clothes fit me good, and because I like the style. There's no such thing as crossdressing in my opinion. If there was, every woman out there would be guilty of it.

Wear what you like, and feel good about yourself.

True, very true. But I lack the 'guts' for it, I just do. But I am also ok with that. In private suits me just fine.

Don't it is disrespectful without permission and she will notice afterwards no matter how well you try to arrange things. If I were her I'd be pissed off to find out.

I'm not entirely sure what causes a high heel fetish. I have one myself, but it evolved in a very different way than yours. I'll try to explain it here, maybe it can help you and others to form a better opinion on hh fetish.

From as early as I can remember, I had a very strange interest in heels. I actually had real negative feelings about them. I don't know why, but when I saw a woman in heels, including my mom (she didn't and still doesn't wear heels very often), I immediately thought about it as a bad thing, a sign that it was a bad person. Nevertheless, I took a lot of glances at heeled shoes. I still do.

I remember how it continued this way until the age of around 13, when I slowly started thinking about heels in a more positive way, and by the age of 14 I completely enjoyed the idea and the look of women in high heels and loved looking at them, both in real life and on pictures, television...

By that time, puberty and the first teenage ways of behavior came, and turned this interest into a strong fetish that is still in me now.

17 and a half years old, half a year ago, I decided that I wanted to have at least tried on heels once before I'd die. After some time of thinking about a way to do this, trying on heels in a shoe store was no option for me, I decided to buy a pair via internet and have it ordered to me. I got my first heels 4 months ago, and more pairs followed! I love the way heels feel, it's fun to wear them and walk in them, and of course the fetish still is present!

So I think you could say that there's been a "hate-love" relation between me and high heels. I don't know how it started, but it did start anyway.

My mother isn't really dominant and my father isn't absent at all. My mom rarely wore and wears heels, and never higher than 3 inches. Kind of boring for me at this time...

I think that it might be meant to be, whether a guy develops at least an interest in high heels. Just like some women love heels and some don't, the men that do like heels don't get to wear them most of the times, but can still like seeing them. Further actions that might link high heels to sexual actions may cause a fetish, but I don't think anything like that has happened to me or you.

I actually do not at all mind having this fetish. I'm sure you think about it this way too. It's nice, and we can enjoy heels whenever we see them! I have always found it good to be different, it keeps me from getting bored and disappearing in the common and boring normality of our society.

What do you think about my story, cjveritas?

I think your story just opened the debate in my mind again. Especially the part about the love-hate-relationship with high heels (in the text-book an attraction to an inanimate object). I guess I have that too althought I am a bit older now and am making my peace with it.

I do think that the fact that you 'hated' heels first was somewhat of a psychological illusion perhaps created by your subconscious. Don't get angry just yet, don't mean to upset you but I do believe you still have this aspect in common with me. I too had a sort of 'hate' towards high heels when I was young. But I now know it was something I 'generated' because I wanted too react in the same way as my mother did to the sight of high heels. When your young you sort of 'emulate' emotions of your mother. The older you get the more you get psychologically detached from your mother.

I have to be honest I have never liked all this Freudian psychobabble. I suspect that for high heels lovers at first it even sound offensive, as it felt for me. The idea of a theory telling you your not free when your young and that your mother 'predestiny' for you. I still don't like Freud, but as I get older I try to stop lying to myself and accept that some things about the theory are just true. However there the similarities end. We are free-thinking people and the mind is a 'plyable' thing.

Your reply is much appreciated. But I see that you probably won't aswer that question for yourself either. Maybe that's what the high heels fetish is all about: never finding the true answer to the origin of your fetish.

Family are probably the most difficult to come out to as far as wearing high heels. The reality is that to change their opinions requires you to present yourself in a very stylish AND masculine manner. It's as much about you as it is the cloths you wear.

I'm actually lost in your questions at this point, but if you stop thinking about it as a fetish and just consider that it is a part of yourself that you can exploit to your benefit and you'll be a lot better off.

Well I can tell yout this: I don't have enough character to pull a masculine high heels style off and my environment is too steep to the 'concept'.

But you are right, but I knew this when I started the thread: we overthink it too much. Enjoy it or stop but either way choose something. I enjoy too much to stop but out and about is too much for me.

I do wonder now: do the girls on this forum fit 'the theory'? In the same or in 'reverse'?

It has been a while since I posted anything here. I am the more silent type. A few facts about me: I still have a high heels fetish/retifism (since age 4) and I still keep it hidden from the world other than this forum, and probably always will. I know this now as I know myself and the people around me. If there is one message on this forum for heel-loving men it is that this is something each man has to figure out for himself. I'm straight (should you consider this important for the following) and about to leave home to live on my own in a few month time (yippee). My fetish waxes and wanes, apparently unrelated to anything, as does my interest in things other than high heels. I occasionally wear one or more female pieces of clothing but it's not a regular habit. I never fully cross-dress on account it not being my thing. The question to all: my high heels fetish is what I would call a light fetish. Enough to get me to discretely glance (not stare) a women wearing high heels and to get me to buy my own pairs of high heels (5 pairs at this point of a total of 8 bought in my life). I can do without my heels for a few months without life feeling like that of a monk. After about 6 months life without my high heels becomes dry like that of an exhausted camel in the Sahara desert, still alive but unhappy. Being honest: my 'adult infatuation' for high heels is as much a fashion-thing, hopelessly-romantic-soul-thing as it is a sexual-thing. All tied together and never in even parts divided, making it all the more of a long-term deal than a brief puberty- or adolescence craze. As you grow up you try to ‘make peace’ with the notion of a high heels fetish, in my case ever so discretely. HOWEVER, being a more introvert person (about everything) my minds always returns to the same questions: how did my fetish start? When exactly? Where? Did a single event 'cause' 'it' or was it gradually 'enforced'/'empowered'? Is it a bad thing? As I have an accountant's mind I always seek logical reasons even though this is something logic will most likely never entirely explain. In the words of Spock: “logic is the beginning not the end”. Many of these questions I have answered myself through some soul/sole-searching and have been explained quite rationally/factually and with ‘acceptable’ satisfaction. My fetish started around the age of 4 when I was in a strictly women’s shoe store with my mom where she was trying on shoes and of course like all kids I started to wander around in the shop. In that shop I saw, through the eyes of a toddler, a lady trying on a pair of high heel pumps with metal heels while being assisted by a shop-lady. Of course this is a common scene in women's shoe shops: the lady had quite some trouble getting these pumps on her feet. And yet, despite the fact that those pumps were perhaps the wrong size or her feet were swollen or to large and she suffered at least some discomfort, she endured it and finally got one shoe on her foot with the other one still to go. The whole scene took perhaps 3 to 5 minutes of time (however being a toddler then I could have a false perception of time about it today) when my mother 'yanked' me by the hand and rushed out of the shoe shop as if I had just seen something I was not meant to see. Something very secret. To my perception equal to my mother covering my eyes from the sight of a naturist passing by on a bike. You should know that my mother has always been rather austere and that the mere fact that she went into that shoe shop was in itself somewhat of a miracle since I recall it being a women's shoe shop with only high heels and quite fashionable footwear for the time (in 1987). I guess despite her own austerity, her own desire for high heels or fashion shoes took over briefly. In the aftermath of all this it gradually 'sunk/soaked in': the image of that woman 'going the distance' and struggling even with a smile on the face to get on a pair of high heels to satisfy her shopping spree and to feel sexy on her next date. I even recall this lady smiling at me while she was doing this as I was staring like small children can uninhibitedly do due to the lack of that self-constructed adult psychological barrier. To this day I still wonder did my mom rush us out of the shop because the high heels on sale were a bit to 'wild' for her taste or did she really, in her eyes, want to shield me from such a 'seemingly intense' sensual scene (not to get all Freudian: like seeing your mother naked for the first time). No point in asking my mother though. I just will not ask her and even if I did she will not have remember that day (26 years ago!) of this I am certain. All of this has to do with perception. After witnessing this scene in the shoe shop, like witnessing so many other things as a toddler, it would probably have faded to the dim background and have caused no high heels fetish were it not for mother’s sudden reaction or my own perception to my mother’s reaction. This probably caused/sparked not a fetish but an infatuation for women's shoes out of sheer bewildering while trying to understand why that woman in the shoe shop was doing something uncomfortable and enjoying it at the same time. It defied my basic logic of a toddler at that time. Fast forward to age 7: mom went shopping and dad was watching westerns on the BBC2 channel (John Wayne and so on). At some point I got bored with my lego, G.I.joe or other toy and was looking out for a new toy. In my mind I remembered the shoe scene from age 4 and wondered if my mom’s shoes could serve as worthy toys. So I tried on my mom's shoes. Since there was still no fetish or any other lingering feelings I got bored quickly, asking myself: what is the big deal? Why would mom not want me to see or perhaps wear these shoes? I took my chance to do something like a sneaky kid, mom said no to me about without words but with an action when I was 4 years of age, but I did not understand the big deal. Fast forward to age 11: mom has always had the same reaction to other women in high heels since that event I witnessed at the age of 4. Knowing my own mother a bit better now at the age of 30: a bit out of jealousy that those women could/can parade around in high heels and look/feel sexy and that she didn't and still doesn't dare to do so herself, locking her in a sort of defensive mode hence her austerity. However there must have been a time, before I was born, in her early twenties when she did wear high heels and was happy about it. Like many women she kept them as keepsakes of a seemingly better past-tense time (if any ladies were to read this: I DO NOT JUDGED THIS so don't go all defensive on me - I love my mum all the same) somewhere in the back of a closet. Since the age of 7 I had gotten more 'curious' with high heels out of the logic: if mom has such a strong reaction every time to the sight of high heels then it must be something special about it. So I investigated further and in doing so I found my mom’s 'keepsake' high heels and tried them on to know what was the deal about them. I still remember these shoes: a pair of white 5 inch high heel cork sandals with a small platform, undoubtedly a remnant of the disco years, and a pair of navy 4 inch high heel sling back sandals. I wore them once, twice, three times and felt nothing special. But then puberty hit and I suddenly became undeniably aware of the sexual 'connotation' that exists to high heels. For about the next 4 months I 'played' with them. One day I was playing with my mom's shoes again when mom and dad were out however they came home unexpectedly early. Since I knew my mother's reaction to me+high heels could not be good in any way, based on her previous reactions, I did my best to hide them temporarily elsewhere in order to put them back in the right place later, but I forgot all about the shoe-boxes. Mom must have noticed this but said nothing. So at the most convenient moment I put the shoes back in the right place and waited in absolute terror to see if my mom really would say nothing about it or if would start a rant and shout at me. Perhaps she had not noticed after all and I got lucky. But this was not the case. A few days later she took her own precious ‘keepsake’ shoes she had so carefully ‘preserved’ along when we went to visit my aunt. She handed the shoes over to my aunt, and that was the last I ever saw of them. No words to her own son but a cold and calculated act to keep her eleven-year old son away from the ‘harmful influence’ of high heels. Today I even realize that she deliberately did this to make sure I would have noticed that the shoes were gone for good, as if she was telling me ‘kid, just give it up’. Of course this had the adverse effect on me and only made ‘the legend’ of high heels for me for good. In the days that followed this event my previous curiosity with high heels became, aided by early puberty, a high heels fetish. Fast forward to age 25: I made it through high school and just finished college to start in my first real job. Still living with my parent to save money to get my own place. After my first year working on the job, the routine settled in and I started to reminisce my times with high heels. I somehow needed it back in my life. It had been since age 11 that I had worn any high heels. I felt I was living the life of a monk which was logical as long as I was studying but now I had started to work I expected something new not more of the same. So I straight off bought 3 pairs of high heels: a pair of black 5 inch small platform sandals, a pair of black 6 inch platform sandals and my favourites then a pair of white 5 inch platform wedge sandals. I was in heaven and had something to break the ‘tension’, the self-imposed discipline when out the window. But I was not careful enough since I was still living at my parents’ house. Even though I had my shoes well hidden my mother found them after one year of ownership. I went through the whole scene (the nine and the ten yards): are you gay? Do you even love girls or both? Are you a cross-dresser? I loved and still love my parents but as the interrogation progressed it became clear that neither of my parents and especially my mother was going to have any tolerance whatsoever for my love for high heels. So I worked myself a way out of the predicament and chose to put things on hold and went in against myself and basically lied. I explained that it was just a temporary craze of lonely adolescent and that buying those shoes was a mistake. To make matters worse: as proof of my commitment to this bold ‘lie’ my mother demanded without words, the way only mothers can, that I disposed of those shoes myself. And I did. With no small measure of heartache. I did not cry or anything but it did feel like I was being forced to throw away my hifi-installation or TV-set. I chose peace with the old folk over my own ‘joy’. Live to fight another day I guess. Fast forward to today (2013): still without heels? NO. I still live with the old folk but I will soon move out to my own place after having saved enough money. As you get older you get to know yourself better and better and I found out that I am quite resilient if I put my mind to it. In 2010 I bought a new pair of high heels and started a new collection with a pair of black suede 5 inch platform high heel pumps. Since then I have bought 5 more pairs of heels. The inventory: a pair of white peep toe cork wedge pumps, a pair of red satin small platform sandals and recently a pair of black and white Buffalo classic platforms, a pair of satin print 6 inch platform sandals and a pair of white wedge thong sandals. Since I lost the previous collection of 3 pairs of shoes…lets just say I now keep my shoes in a more secure and isolated place away from the old folk. Please don’t go thinking what a loser living with mom at age 30. It is deliberately so in order to have enough money to straight up buy my own place instead of renting a place. That’s my story basically. So what? Well… I started to think too much again lately. I am moving out to my own place and I am thinking of the path that led me here and the questions about my love for high heels that remain unanswered today. Is It bad? Was it all me, mom & dad, or a little of both? Being a pragmatist I will answer the first for myself: ‘it is not bad as long as it does not get me into any trouble’. Like speeding on the highway and getting away with it. I can understand that other high heel lovers cannot take sufficient satisfaction from that but I can. But the last question irritates my still and I really do mean irritate. My mom is somewhat narcissistic and even though she is getting older it is not ‘mellowing’ but getting a bit worse. At times she terribly impatient and impulsive. It is those times I start to think: are you the cause of my high heels fetish? WE PROBABLY ALL KNOW THE THEORY: A HIGH HEELS FETISH IS CAUSE BY A DOMINANT MOTHER AND AN ABSENT FATHER. Agree with it or not my case fits the bill. My mother was/is dominant and my father is rather absent. And I also agree that living with the old folks to my thirties is most likely not beneficial. MY QUESTION TO THE SHRINKS: IS THIS THEORY FACT FOR ME OR NOT? MY QUESTION TO ALL OTHERS: AND DOES THIS THEORY LOOK LIKE FACT FOR YOU OR NOT? (be honest or shut up)

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Today: all of them Right now: the black mini-platform sandals

I don't have any problem with men in high heels. I live in the SF Bay Area so I have seen quite a few men in high heels. Some of the men are Goth types, some gay/tv/tg, some are with their girlfriends/wives. I believe that life is short and as long as you're not hurting anybody, you should pursue what makes you happy.

Personally though, I would rather see men in stylish heels, or heels that suit their style. Like a pair of pink patent stilleto pumps do NOT go well with a pair of jeans and a baggy sweater, but maybe a pair of black chunky heeled boots do! And I have seen both! I also think that only really skinny men, (and women for that matter!), can pull off stilettos of any kind. There was a guy working at the MAC makeup counter at Nordstrom who wore stiletto pumps that were higher than anything I could ever wear, but he looked pretty good and was actually kind of cute because they matched his outfit and frame. People who are larger tend to look like tops in stilettos, and they usually look better in chunky heels. But that's just my opinion...

Audrey

Thanks for your reply to this poll/post.

It's this kind of replies I was oringinally aiming for. A simple yes or no followed by a why as a personal opinion.

PS: SF Bay area looks like nice place...

No more than 4" to go a mile with for me.

For me style comes first then height. Eventhough the heel height is very important. Since I only like heels from 3 inches to 5 inches.

For a person that has been around in this community for as long as you have, Dr. Shoe, I am surprised that you can't answer your own question yourself.

And, as for Jonieheels, he's proving without any doubt that he's no intillectual match for Susan.

I thought I launched this poll to have your opinion on men in heels and not on the forum-members themselves.

Please refrain from making pointless remarks.

Well Susan, when I say we have no fear and we would like ,or I would like more women's opinions, including yours, on what women think about men in heels, That is just what I mean. I would like to know how every woman in the world feels about a man in heels or for that matter, how every man feels about a man in heels also. Just curious. I'm a very open mind and like to know both sides. It is not a challenge.

Of course, Susan, that's the point of this poll. It's a personal question towards women. Just because you don't seem to appreciate men in heels doens't mean we're, men that is, insulted in any way. That's what I meant with "us guys being able to take it". I believe, but this is personal of course, most men on this forum would very much appreciate some more response to this poll/question.

You're quite right not to "upset" anyone and respect everyone's view on heels. But how else are us guys supposed to get a picture of women's opinions on men in heels?

Thanks for your post by the way! Please give us more!

For me 3 inches is were 'exitement' begins and 5 inches is were it ends. 6 inches or higher without a platform is an absolute NO for me. My favourite heel height is 4 inches. 5 inches is the highest I can handle anything higher is no more fun.

The girls seem to be voting on this poll but don't drop a single remark in a post to this thread. Come on girls! Give us your thoughts and remarks to this subject! Be as honest as you can be I'm sure the guys can take it! thx

I forgot something in the poll. Before "1-5 heels" I should have posted "none yet" and/or "none". Always remember that some amongst us have no heels (yet)! I only have my 3 pairs of heels for a little over 3 months now. If don't have any heels give a yell in your post, replying to this thread!

Does the sight of a man in high heels turn you on or off? Do you find it interesting or simply wrong? Are you for it or against it? Men wearing high heels in public, a "do" or a "don't"? Please illuminate the matter with your comment and a poll vote. thx

The question is lingering in my mind: how many pairs of high heeled footwear do you have? (with the definition of high heels at your discretion) I have 3 pairs.

Bear in mind you must be at least 13 to register here, and also those under 18 shouldn't attend any of the meetings outside the board.

Other than that, some more people in their 20's would be welcome. I think one of the reasons we don't get young people is that peer pressure conformity is stronger in younger age groups so (male) younger people find they can't fit a shoe interest into that model. When you get into your late 20's though, I think that pressure tends to relax and people can be more themselves.

Referring to the second paragraph: my belief exactly! I only started on this forum a few years after high school. It's may also be a typically adolescent thing. Teenagers are often still in 'indecision' and don't yet know what they want apart from the odd exception af course. Adolescents start to get a better 'hold' of themselves.

I didn't mean to make anybody feel old with the poll I launched. I just wanted to get a idea of the average age of the forum members and try to find likeminded and like-aged people. Thanks for the replies anyway.

Where are al the young folks on this forum? I find, with all due respect, there to be only few young members on this forum! Give some specs on yourself when you post a reply to this thread, particularly your name, age and location. thx

Name: Christophe Age: 24 Gender: male Location: Belgium Occupation: Accountant Height: 183cm Weight: 100kg (planning on losing some kg! deskjob is a bitch!) Shoe size: EUR 41/42 What's your favourite heel style: stiletto/cone/wedge (in random order, see avatar) What's your favourite shoe style: sandals & pumps Do you wear your heels outside: NO, I never will, and don't try to convince me you will only succeed in testing my patience! What is: (a) Your favourite heel height: 4inch ( Your highest heel height: 5inch How often do you wear: (a) Your favourite heel height: once every month ( Your highest heel height: once every month Do you wear socks, hose, stockings or bare feet with your shoes: socks & bare and on occasionally stockings Anything else you wish to add: don't like balletheels and other fetish styles. I prefer elegant and/or girly heels since like 7th or 8th birthday. I like to keep, what I call my 'secret-hobby', online and anonymous. If anybody has an online Belgian members group I can join I would be quite interested.