Thigh Boots in Public

[Guest]

well crotchboots,the brain it seems comes a little "later" with most teens anyhow- we've all "been there-done that" ourselves as far as the teen "age" is concerned I myself pay NO attention (exept the compliments ofcourse) I just go about my own affairs as usual.

[crotchboots-m]

unless they get hostile of course. i had an instance while wearing when 3 punks thought they could bully me about. i kicked the loudest mouthed one rite in the groin and that pretty much ended it. i do believe i not only inflicted punishment with the pointy toe,but i am pretty sure i got him with my heel on his leg as well.

[Thighbootguy]

I stopped at Sam’s last night NOT wearing my thighboots with 5” stilettos. I was wearing jeans and regular “guy” shoes. I got more comments last night than ever. All the comments were offered with smiles. “No boots tonight?’ “Your a little shorter tonight.” “Where are your boots tonight?” I have noted that the staff there now expects me to be wearing thighboots, but I had no idea that NOT wearing them would be such an event.

[Rockpup]

Probably helps to break up the monotiny of their day. Never thought you'd be doing a public service wearing thigh boots eh?

[JeffB]

unless they get hostile of course. i had an instance while wearing when 3 punks thought they could bully me about. i kicked the loudest mouthed one rite in the groin and that pretty much ended it. i do believe i not only inflicted punishment with the pointy toe,but i am pretty sure i got him with my heel on his leg as well.

Quite an adventure you had there, but it could've been potentially dangerous for you as well. Not to get up on a soapbox, but if one of those punks had a gun, the outcome could've been considerably different, not to mention tragic. Where I live (Philadelphia), gun violence is out of control, kids have both ridiculously easy access to weapons and the inclination to use them at the drop of a hat. If that had been me in your boots, I might be six feet under. You just don't know if some punk might be packing a gun and looking for a reason to use it, and believe me, they will use them. This isn't to tell you how to tell you how to live your life or how to deal with such a situation, but these days, you have to be careful.

[Thighbootguy]

Yesterday was a museum day but the temperature has warmed to the degree that shorts are more comfortable than jeans so... . I went over to the museum wearing a gray short sleeved T shirt, white shorts and my black leather thigh boots with 5” stiletto heels.

When I got to the museum, I found the parking lot was packed and I only found a place in the back row. The guard said there wasn’t anything special going on which means the museum is becoming a more popular place. (Or, maybe its the rumor that a guy comes in on the weekend wearing thigh boots that’s drawing the crowd. [More of JimC’s public service])

When I walked in the guard at the desk knew my routine and pointed out where the stools were stored. I grabbed a stool and headed up to a gallery. There were lots of folks coming through the gallery but everyone was polite and just went about enjoying the paintings. This week my sketching was going well. I headed into another gallery and continued to work. After a couple of hours I headed back to the car. It seems like more people pay attention outside than inside. I notices several pair of eyes following me across the parking lot.

I then headed to a Radio Shack to get a new phone battery. I parked and walked across the lot and into the store. Several folks watched me stride across the parking lot. In the store, the manager greeted me like a long lost friend (but I suspect he just wanted to sell me something). Anyway, none of the other customers seemed to notice my boots. I even wandered around the store a bit after my sale. When I headed back to the car I again did notice some folks watching.

After that I headed back to the Sam’s I was at the other night when I wasn’t wearing my boots. This time was a “normal” Sam’s trip. The staff greeted me and no one paid any attention at all.

Attention is all about contrast. If you want to show off a pair of black thigh boots, pairing them with white shorts is the way to do it. There are two contrasts working together, black and white and long and short. I really like the look.

[Guest]

yes JeffB, your so right about that senario-kids in a lot areas have too easy access to guns and Phily IS known these days for that kind of problem,also out here in socal where I live (orange county, plus the greater LA area as well)

[BobHH]

Of course, in LA you might have to watch out for the police! They seem to be pretty dangerous.

[Puffer]

Perhaps this has been asked before, Thighbootguy, and if so I apologise but should be interested in your candid answer. A common thread in your accounts is your query when using a store, restaurant, hotel etc whilst wearing your boots as to whether your appearance is 'acceptable'. I can understand you wishing to establish, as a matter of your personal comfort and safety (if not also as a courtesy), whether your boots or other clothing might be too extreme for the establishment or locality. But do I detect your wish also to 'be noticed' and establish whether those you meet approve of or like your appearance? In other words, are you deliberately prompting people to look at you and seeking their reassurance that you look good, and not merely that you are unlikely to cause a riot in the locality? You are clearly an intelligent man with sufficient strength of character and courage to 'do your own thing' in public and you have my great respect for that. But, deep down, do you have a nagging fear of rejection, ridicule or worse and need to re-establish your acceptability wherever you may be? Forgive the directness of my question, which is not intended to put you on the spot. I doubt that anyone here would criticise you even if you were an out-and-out exhibitionist or narcissist (which clearly you are not) when relatively few of us would have the balls to appear openly as you do. And most of us would like to copy you too!

[Thighbootguy]

Puffer – Great question! I have been asking myself the same thing for a while now. The last trip to Chicago was to a hotel I had never been to before and I thought it was courteous to ask. Most of the time the folks at the front desk really don’t notice (the counter is too high) that I have on thigh boots. If they suggested my look was too much, I would moderate my appearance at the hotel. Having said that, I have asked what people thought just to force a response. I am not seeking their reassurance, rather their advice on the tastes of the local. I don’t think I have “a nagging fear of rejection, ridicule or worse”. Ridicule and rejection I can handle, it’s the “or worse” I try to avoid by being careful about where I go. If you go about wearing thigh boots you kind of build up an outer crust from which ridicule bounces off. I think the outer crust comes across as confidence and if you appear confident in what you are doing, most folks will let you keep doing it. Having said that, do I ever ask just to get attention? Yeah, sometimes I do, but much less now than I used to. When I started wearing thigh boots with stiletto heels in public I had no idea what to expect and I got a lot of “no reaction at all”. I was really starving for feedback. I now think it was because people are generally polite and willing to tolerate someone who dresses differently than they do. There is also a general reluctance to talk to strangers (especially strangers wearing thigh boots). If I sensed that someone was curious I opened a conversation by asking what they thought. Also, there was a desire to post some “interesting stuff” rather than a lot of “went out wearing my boots and nobody noticed (again)”. Do the handles exhibitionist or narcissist fit me, I don’t think so. I’m little nuts maybe, but not much worse than that (hey, I work in IT). I no longer feel much need to ask folks what they think anymore. The experience of having worn thigh boots with stiletto heels in public for a couple of years has gone a long way towards building my confidence and reducing my need for public feedback. I am comfortable with the look, but I am still cautious about where I go, but I still appreciate an occasional “nice boots”.

[johnieheel]

Perhaps this has been asked before, Thighbootguy, and if so I apologise but should be interested in your candid answer.

A common thread in your accounts is your query when using a store, restaurant, hotel etc whilst wearing your boots as to whether your appearance is 'acceptable'. I can understand you wishing to establish, as a matter of your personal comfort and safety (if not also as a courtesy), whether your boots or other clothing might be too extreme for the establishment or locality. But do I detect your wish also to 'be noticed' and establish whether those you meet approve of or like your appearance? In other words, are you deliberately prompting people to look at you and seeking their reassurance that you look good, and not merely that you are unlikely to cause a riot in the locality?

You are clearly an intelligent man with sufficient strength of character and courage to 'do your own thing' in public and you have my great respect for that. But, deep down, do you have a nagging fear of rejection, ridicule or worse and need to re-establish your acceptability wherever you may be?

Forgive the directness of my question, which is not intended to put you on the spot. I doubt that anyone here would criticise you even if you were an out-and-out exhibitionist or narcissist (which clearly you are not) when relatively few of us would have the balls to appear openly as you do. And most of us would like to copy you too!

Not to butt in but oh well, I think Thighbootguy is simply shareing his experiences with us and giving us encouragment and just letting us all know that for the most part, no one really cares what you wear in public and that people are just to busy doing their own thing to really care if your wearing heels, skirts or what ever so just be your self and enjoy it.

[Puffer]

Many thanks, TBG, for a straightforward and honest reply. You are obviously comfortable with your preferences but sensitive to the feelings of others. So, I can see that this prompts you to mention your attire to strangers, for the primary reason of breaking the ice or putting them at ease, as distinct from seeking compliments. As you say, your accounts would be less interesting if there was little or no exchange of views to report - and the generally neutral or favourable responses you get (even allowing for strangers' politeness) must be an encouragement to all who might aspire to follow in your booted footsteps. More power to your ankle, I say! As for suggesting that you may be 'a little nuts', I have no doubt that you are - but so am I and pretty well all who belong here, and the world would be much duller if that were not so!

[Thighbootguy]

Tonight adventure may cast doubts on the kind words offered by Puffer, for which I am grateful.

I stopped at Sam’s tonight after work. The weather has warmed up a bit so I went in wearing a black T shirt, my ever present baseball cap, a short black skort (skirt over shorts in one garment) and my black leather thigh boots with 5” stiletto heels. This might sound a little extreme but I really like the look and it sure is comfortable. I have worn this skort before but usually with a different colored shirt and the shirt worn out. This time I tucked the shirt in so the skort was clearly visible.

Either tonight’s crowd was different or the look was a bit too much. A I walked in I overheard a “What the F---“ comment from a red neck crowd. This was at the same time that the store greeter welcomed me in by name. I kept on going like I hadn’t herd the comment. A minute later I heard peals of laughter coming from the vicinity of the red necked crowd. I assumed I was then object of their merriment and just kept on going.

Everyone else in the store was polite enough to ignore me. The have several older ladies giving out food samples through the store and I’m sure there will be stories shared among that group about the guy in the boots. Other than offering me food they didn’t say anything but the looks I was getting...

I keep saying contrast is what gets attention. I think if I had been wearing black hose I wouldn’t have stood out as much as I did. The contrast of black shirt, skort and boots against white arms and legs really made the boots stand out. (All right, I can hear everyone crying “Boooogus” at that last statement). It really may have just been a different mix of people tonight.

I did notice several of the clerks that have seen me for several years doing double takes tonight so maybe I did push things a little too far too fast.

(I'm wearing the skort with a long sleeved shirt in this video but I'm wearing white boots rather than the black ones.)

All I know is the outfit sure is comfortable and I really do like the look.

[Guest]

well now thighbootguy, thats them "rednecks" fer ya- always laffin @ anythin gittin thar atenshun, but like my grandma always told me in these cases-"remember the source" in western calif english it simply means who ELSE but rednecks WOULD be what would be called "RUDE" & therefor show NO respect for others because they were never TAUGHT how to be respectful of different people.

[crotchboots-m]

well,like the old codger once said,sometimes you eat the bear and sometimes he eats you....

[Thighbootguy]

I didn’t mean to be that hard on the folks with the crimson showing over their collars. Some of the best folks I work with don’t have the social graces to venture out in public but they are great folks just the same. (We hide most of the IT department when company comes).

[Thighbootguy]

Today was a museum day. I went over wearing a black T shirt, white shorts and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. It’s starting to get warm (80sF) so my wearing thigh boots outside may start to be limited. However, its air conditioned in the museum so I was quite comfortable. This week the parking lot was almost empty so there were fewer people wandering through the museum. As it turned out, there were some nice folks there today. I walked in and grabbed a stool and headed up to the gallery where I like to start. I notices some volunteers that I didn’t recognize paying attention to me as I went up the stairs. It’s kind of fun when someone notices. I was sketching from a painting I hadn’t worked from before and wound up chatting with one of the guards and several of the visitors. I wasn’t possible to sit and sketch from this painting so I wound up standing and working. Once I started talking to someone about the painting and the things I was seeing it didn’t seem to matter that I was wearing thigh boots. I moved on to another gallery and when one of the folks I had been talking to came and saw a painting she exclaimed, “Wow!” I said, “It sure is nice to here a Wow for that painting.” She laughed and said, “I was over here last August with my son, and you were here. You must come over here a lot.” “Well, I enjoy it. It’s a lot of fun.” I didn’t ask how she knew it was me. In another gallery, two of the guards were down right chatty. We talked about the are and the artist and had a good time. As I was going out, past the 1950 166MM Barachetta Ferrari, I ran in to one of the guards that I have seen many times before. We chatted about the car and he said he had herd the engine had been removed for the display. I said that didn’t make sense and proceeded to walk over to the car and get down on my hands and knees to look under it. The engine was there. It wasn’t until later that I thought about what a guy in thigh boots with stiletto heels looked like pearing under the car. Oh well, it was a fun afternoon.

[crotchboots-m]

you see what is happening dont you...they dont see the boots anymore,they just see you,since you have made the connection. it happens all the time...if they like you,they overlook it.

[Thighbootguy]

I’ve had a couple of fun boots days.

Sunday I went to the Art museum again and it was almost a replay to my Saturday trip. I wore a black T shirt, white shorts and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos.

There was a small crowd that didn’t seemed bothered by a guy in thigh boots. I talked with several of the guests and guards. One of the guards was down right chatty. All the conversations were about the are and not a mention of my boots.

After the museum I changed into the black skort and went to the big thrift emporium I often visit. I spent some time wandering around. A few folks noticed but everyone was polite. As I was leaving two ladies that that were sitting by the front door looked at me and smiled. I overheard one say to the other, “Those are nice boots.”

In the parking lot I did get an “Oh my God” from one guy that was just getting into his car. I gave him a nod of my cap and drove away.

I then went to a Bigg’s and wandered around looking for stuff. I hadn’t been in this store for a while. Many of the folks in the store noticed but were very polite. One lady, who was with her husband, really wanted to get a look at my boots but couldn’t bring herself to stare.

After that I went to a different Sam’s than I normally frequent. I spent a while looking for my stuff because the layout of the store was different than the one where I normally shop. Again several folks noticed but were polite. As I was leaving, the lady checking folks out of the store asked, “Your friend is not with you today?”

I said, “I have never been in here with anyone before. You must have me confused with someone else.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“You mean there is someone else coming in here wearing these (and indicated my boots)?”

“Yes, there is.”

Really! Well have a good day.”

I took my stuff out to my car, which included ice cream, and then decided I wanted to stop at the liquor store (which is a separate store at this Sam’s). Time being of the essence, I ran over to the store (in 5” heels), got my stuff, and ran back. I do think folks in the lot noticed.

Monday, I went to Portsmouth Ohio to help a friend with some yard work. I wore a gray T shirt, gray long exercise pants and by black thigh boots with 5” stilettos. I stopped at a Goodwill on the way there and wandered around. Again everyone was polite.

I did change into my flat heeled thigh boots for the yard work.

On the way back home I traveled wearing my 5” heels and stopped at Meijer’s. Again everyone was polite.

Bin a fun couple of days.

Crotchboots-m

You may be correct at least as far as the staff is concerned but they still know I’m wearing doots with heels.

[Rockpup]

THB: Might have to change over to the other Sam's for a while, see if you can run into the 'other' thigh boot guy

[Guest]

see! its already happening, someone else has the guts to wear thighboots, it IS catching on my friends!! kudos!!! (later on today I may go out wearing my NINE WEST blade heel boots! with long flared pants no less)

[Thighbootguy]

I went back to the Museum today (if you haven’t guessed I have a few days off of work) and proceeded to entertain myself sketching in the galleries. I was wearing a blue short sleeved knit shirt, white shorts, and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos. The place had a lot of student today. They were running around with assignment sheets looking for the paintings their teachers wanted them to see. Some noticed me but most of them were too involved with their assignment sheets.

I was sketching a Reynolds portrait of a man with his dog when a guy walked up next to me and said, “I think Reynolds liked the dog better than the man.” I didn’t say a word but held up my sketch book and showed him my sketch of the dog (without the man). He took one look and broke out laughing. We chatted for a while about the art.

After sketching in another gallery for a while I decides to quit and walked down the main stairs and to the front of the museum and put my stool back. I went to put my hat on and head out when I realized I didn’t have my hat. I made the trip through the museum to the last gallery at a quick walk, found my hat and made the exit trip again. The guards (even the one in the parking lot) bid me a good day.

There may be more to what crotchboots-m suggested that I thought. I realized that the folks at the museum had really become used to seeing me as “that guy that wears boots”. It has been several years since I was in the museum not wearing them. They really expect to see me wearing them.

After the museum I stopped at the thrift emporium. A couple of folks noticed, I did hear one “Oh my God”, and a bit of laughter, but the best was a guy and his girlfriend (wife?). The guy said, “Hey Diamond, you should get a pair of those!”

She looked at my boots and smiled then said, “Yeah, right.”

I smiled back and said, “There fun.” Which got an even bigger smile form her.

I then walked over to a small grocery in the strip mall. No one batted an eye.

It was a fun outing.

JimC -

Demoniaplatforms -

I will be visiting the new Sam’s more often, but it is a big detour from the one I normally visit.

If that guy wearing the boots is reading this forum, its time to start posting.

[Thighbootguy]

I had a couple of boot related events Friday. The second event was that I want back the Museum for a couple of hours wearing jeans and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos and had a good time sketching and chatting with folks. I did walk through the museum to see the new exhibits. This walk was significant because of my first boot event. I was doing some yard work wearing exercise pants and a T shirt with black leather thigh boots with flat heels. I was cutting some tree limbs while I was on a 14’ ladder and managed to take a quick trip to the ground. As it turned out I just bruised some muscles in my back and left leg but it kind of makes me walk a little funny. My friend says that the only thing more dangerous than a guy with a chain saw is a guy with a chin saw on a ladder. I did manage to get the saw to the ground before I started down. I don’t know why but the museum trip didn’t hurt, but I have been hurting all day today and I think I’m going to take advantage of not having much to do and going back to bed.

[iloveboots]

Hi TBG....

Glad you came out of the fall unscathed!

david

I had a couple of boot related events Friday.

The second event was that I want back the Museum for a couple of hours wearing jeans and black leather thigh boots with 5” stilettos and had a good time sketching and chatting with folks. I did walk through the museum to see the new exhibits. This walk was significant because of my first boot event.

I was doing some yard work wearing exercise pants and a T shirt with black leather thigh boots with flat heels. I was cutting some tree limbs while I was on a 14’ ladder and managed to take a quick trip to the ground. As it turned out I just bruised some muscles in my back and left leg but it kind of makes me walk a little funny. My friend says that the only thing more dangerous than a guy with a chain saw is a guy with a chin saw on a ladder. I did manage to get the saw to the ground before I started down.

I don’t know why but the museum trip didn’t hurt, but I have been hurting all day today and I think I’m going to take advantage of not having much to do and going back to bed.

[crotchboots-m]

chain saw and a ladder...deadly combo indeed. i know some dudes who do it professionally and they train themselves to toss the saw if they are going for a tumble.

[Rockpup]

My brother took a fall from about that same height and shattered his hip into 8 pieces. Take it easy for a few days, you're very lucky to be able to today. I hear it might get a little chilly, so make sure you keep wearing your boots while indoors

[Guest]

I'm sorry that happened to you thighbootguy, please be very careful next time (I'm sure that you would without a 2nd thought) but youknow what they say-"**** happens" you just never do know what might happen to you or when, your lucky it wasnt worse. get well soon! yours, Brad

[Thighbootguy]

Folks -

Thank you for the kind words and well wishes.

My little experiment to see if Newton was right wasn’t quite as bad as it sounded and only resulted in some sore muscles.

I had the ladder resting on a limb and I cut the end of the limb off. That let the limb spring upward about 3” past the end of the ladder. I saw this happed and grabbed the limb and pulled it back down. The chain saw was an electric model so I lowered it to the ground by the cord and made sure it landed well out of the way.

That left me up on the ladder holding the limb that was holding the ladder. One of life’s more embarrassing moments (and that from a guy that wears thigh boots with heels).

I decided to see how quickly I could descend the ladder and made it to about 5 rungs from the bottom before the ladder won the race.

On reflecting on the problem the best solution would have been, after I had lowered the saw to the ground, to loop the cord over the limb and hold the limb in place while I went down the ladder at a slower pace. Ah, so much for hind sight ... but I’ll know what to do next time.

[Thighbootguy]

I’m in Chicago (Oakbrook Terrace) for a class and I’ll be here for a couple of days. I traveled here from Cincinnati wearing jeans, a short sleeved knit shirt, and black leather thigh boots with 5” stiletto heels. The weather is a bit warm for thigh boots but the car is air conditioned so it isn’t a problem. I stopped at the Indianapolis Art Museum. They have just finished a major renovation and the place is gorgeous! I spent an hour and a half walking through the European galleries. The folks at the front desk didn’t bat an eye when I walked in. Some of the guests in the lobby seemed to take notice but that was it. I had to ask a guard where the stuff I wanted to look at had been moved. He directed me to a gallery and said, “Just keep following it around, the paintings get older as you go.” I had a great time chatting with the guards and some of the other guests. The museum has a Rubens and a Rembrandt (lots of other stuff too) which ain’t bad for being in the middle of America. When I went out there was a group in the lobby the seemed to take notice of my boots but no one said a word. All in all a great museum trip. I stopped for lunch at a Bob Evan’s (family style restaurant) in Lafayette Ind. (Purdue Univ.). My water asked me if I had been riding (motorcycle). I said I hadn’t, I just enjoyed wearing them. That seemed to satisfy his curiosity. A couple of patrons gave me a hard look but didn’t say a word. At the hotel, there was a group of volunteer firemen in the lobby and they seemed amused buy a guy in boots. I again asked the registration clerk if my boots would be a problem and she said, ”They don’t bother me any.” I tool that as a positive statement and headed for my room. It’s off to find the training facility and dinner.

[Thighbootguy]

Dinner tonight was at Anyway’s Chicago Bar and Grill. They offer very casual dining and reasonable food. I wore jeans, a knit shirt and my black leather thigh boots with 5” stiletto heels. I had to park a block away and walk to the restaurant. Some folks took notice but most didn’t seem to care. In the restaurant I was seated and served without any comment or notice. After dinner I walked back to my car and exchanged a nod and smile with a few folks then headed back to the hotel. The whole dining experience was uneventful. On the way back, I spotted a thrift store (I’m a sucker for them) so I parked and went in. This was a large store and I don’t think anyone there had ever seen a guy in thigh boots with heels before and they took this opportunity to get a good look. The only comment I got was from a young lady who offered, “Nice boots.” I thanked her and went on shopping. Back at the hotel I finished reading a book I was working on and went down to the bar. I was the only one there. The gal tending bar was just about to lock up but spent the next half hour serving me scotch and talking to me about cats and shoes. She said I was very disciplined when I stopped here poring my drink. I said “I have to walk out of here on a 5” heel.” She said the only heels she had were about 3” and she never wore them. She closed the bar and we walked out together. She made no mention about my boots. I was a nice evening out.