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Jeered at by males and verbally assaulted by a female. The jeering happens more frequently (though the VA hurts more), so I voted for the jeering.
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Ebay high heel shoe descriptions stating they would be perfect for a crossdresser, drag quenn or transvestite!
right. I saw a pair of size 9s advertised like that once. I was like, "Seriously?"
and I can imagine how the women who truly just have a large foot must feel.
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I made a thread about these events.
http://www.hhplace.org/discuss/everybody/7658-walk_mile_her_shoes.html
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I wear heels because I like wearing them.
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I am heterosexual.
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Nice to read you had a successful outing, SQ! I'm still waiting on my chance to trek out to the one store here that carries my size, which is only 5 miles away but requires crossing the Mississippi (I'm currently carless and the bus system isn't great).
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LOL! I always keep a pair of driving flats nearby, or at worst a pair of... flip-flops. Hey, they're easy to stash away.
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Walk
in For the guys
I've always been a fan of that style of shoe... bravo
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Progress is being made "one step at a time", sorry for the pun.
Understood, and their wedge heels stop at size 12 if I really wanted to attempt frivolity. The original crocs run huge and I'd expect those to be at least somewhat forgiving.
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Best of luck to you on your move.
Thanks. I'm more-or-less settled in, now.
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too much, why calculate it? lol
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Thanks, folks. Here are pictures of the shoes in question
http://www.payless.com/Images/beauty/042420_beauty.gif
That's just one pair. Tomorrow I will (should) take pics of the other pair.
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One thing that Crocs is doing very subtly is getting people used to the idea of unisex shoes.
So why do the heels from them I just posted stop at size 10?
lol
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Hey everyone, as y'all may have noticed I'm back and more active. The house is nearly complete! It's livable now, and just Sunday I was able to set up an internet connection on my laptop. The craziest part of returning is that I found both pairs of shoes I'd lost, that I bought while living in Atlanta after the storm. Now if that ain't symbolic, I don't know what is! Glad to be really back!
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They were taken in a mirror that I've since dusted and cleaned... I may even take more photos tonight, given those pretenses. The way my room is set up, there's not really any way to do auto-timed pics anywhere.
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I had a light-hearted moment with my mom about a week or so ago... She asked me to grab a pair of shoes for her out of the trailer still on our property. Told me where they were (in a fairly high cabinet, out of plain view, etc) so I went and got them. I handed them to her, dropped my chin, and said, "No need to hide these, they aren't my style anyway." Which led her to ask me about my style, so I explained to her how I don't really care much for radical-style shoes that would see little daylight. Then she asked me if I had any size 12s, so I grabbed my stretch boots and put them on. She said the wedge heel (all of 2", tops) was too high, so I joked back "Ha! More for me then!" I was expecting her to rip my head off. Not quite a 180 (just two months prior, she snooped thru my never-to-that-point-password-protected computer and found some photos of me in various stages of cross dress/under dress and absolutely flipped) but since then, we've talked about it once or twice and my explanation has remained consistent.
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It used to be that I bought whatever caught my eye. I'd pick up a heeled sandal, or something with an effeminate adornment on it (not always removable), anything. Now, about the craziest thing I'd do would be a patent pump or a d'orsay heel. Though I did have some gorgeous red flats that I, sadly, had to get rid of when I found myself downsizing and getting ready to move to a new city...
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You should wear the shoes you bought... not only will it jog her memory, but if she's not there the clerk on duty will at least see you're serious about shopping for heels, assuming they've not seen you before. On more than one occasion for me, the sales clerk of a particular store would not even realize that I was wearing their own product. I usually get a kick (pun intended) out of showing them the bottom of a shoe or the insole, thus revealing their own brand.
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Amazing, SQ
Good to see that you got the acceptance we'd all give a pinky toe (maybe finger) for.
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Hi and welcome, Amanda. Glad you've joined us, it's always refreshing to have female input here. And while I'm sure this site may not have been what you'd have thought it to be, stick around. We're a largely pleasant group, bound by a common interest and respectful of other interests, tangential and astray.
Ideally, pretty much all of us here would just like to be accepted for something small on the larger mosaic that makes us... well, us. I have an extremely wide range of interests, many of which are controversial or otherwise not commonly agreed upon by the general populace or my inner circle. Nonetheless, I've only been asked to outright stop heel-wearing, which needless to say is also the most questioned aspect of my character. In my case, it's work to find my shoe size, meaning this is clearly something I want to do despite the difficulties therein contained.
I would percieve masculinity to be exhibited by someone able to climb a mountain, fell trees, carry a heavy load up a ladder, drive oxen through a muddy field, push my car out of the road when it's broken, carry me upstairs, build a kitchen extension and run after and tackle that burglar.
I just can't imagine any of this being done in stiletto slingbacks.
I'm somewhere between 100 and 100 percent sure I could carry you up stairs in heels... many of the specialized tasks (mountain climbing, cutting trees, carrying heavy loads up a ladder, building a kitchen extension) are slightly different, calling for heightened safety; thus, a female performing the same tasks would opt away from heels also.
My ability to run in heels depends on a number of factors (the type of ground I'm on, heel height/style, was it raining recently, etc) and if a burglar is just faster than me, the shoes I'm wearing is irrelevant and getting my phone out of my pocket to give the police a description of the poor guy requires little of my feet.
I don't know when I'd be in a muddy field, with oxen, to drive them through it, but as with the specialized tasks above I'd dress the part. And if those oxen ain't movin', they ain't movin', heels or otherwise. I'd be hard-pressed to think they weren't moving because they saw my shoes and had an extended laugh to themselves.
I don't drive in heels (keep a pair of flat shoes in the car; I learned long ago why they have those shoes called driver flats) so pushing a stalled vehicle would be done in flat, though possibly female-marketed, shoes. And I've done this before with no hangups whatsoever.
Just thought I'd play a little devil's advocate, it's late and my sleeping medicine hasn't kic
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Or any pair of shoes, for that matter.