kinky boots
Kinky boots, I reckon every woman should have a pair, even if she doesn't wear them. I have tiny feet, so winklepickers suit me and they go with anything. Despite appearances they're actually very comfortable, although when I run in the them things do tend to get a bit wobbly.
Strangely, or perhaps not, winklepickers gained notoriety in the 1960s, due to their weapon like qualities. Boots like these are usually made out of soft leather. It's possible to roll the leg length into a ball and use the stiletto heel as a sharp, jabbing thing. Apparently, many testicular injuries were caused in this manner – [giggles].
The thing about wearing heels, even low heels, is they automatically set my hips to hinge swing mode. Of course I know I'm doing it. Obviously I can accentuate it. WHAT? Look, I can't sing, play a musical instrument (well), realistically I have to admit to a slight double chin and my hair doesn't always behave itself properly, so I use what I've got. It stinks doesn't it? The way I avoid potential finger pointing is by saying that at least I'M using it. I mean it's MY ass and if I want to wiggle it surely that's MY choice.
Do men perceive me differently if I'm wearing kinky boots and a pencil skirt? Yes. I'd like to think that most don't automatically assume that I'm advertising availability. But that's the thing with stilettos, they give out two messages simultaneously; 'Look at me,' and 'I can have your eye out'. Maybe it ties into the whole submission and domination thing. I really don't know.
Anyway, these are my kinky boots, my click clack hear me coming down the street heels, my nod to the classic game between the sexes/genders …
