I rarely equate certain “normal” things with sexuality. I guess I have been conditioned through bad experiences to reject the notion that garters and stockings are sexy. They have only lead up to the disappointment and disillusionment one usually experiences when they have looked forward to and prepared for something way too much.
The same thing usually happens when I shave my legs in anticipation of a great romp in the hay… something will get in the way of it happening, or it turns out to not be worth any of the effort.
Never has a shoe been equated with sex to me as much as the Vans classic Sk8-Hi sneaker. Not a stiletto… the Sk8-Hi.
When I was a teenager, I had two boyfriends at separate times, both of whom wore pretty much the same uniform: metal band t-shirts, cut off camo pants, hoodies and thermal pants layered in the winter, and the beloved Vans. They both would sneak in my window at night and we would ravage one another. Usually their shoes would still be on to keep the noise and fuss to a minimum. If there was snow on the ground, I would have to get up early and try to cover up the honeycomb footprints to my window.
Before the conveniences of the internet, I begged for my mother to take me all over town in search of a pair small enough for my girl feet. They didn’t exist for women or children back then and as I grew older and my feet grew larger, I would still get a small rush of blood to my head every time I saw a guy with them on. They became that iconic shoe you attach to your reckless youth. For some it’s Chuck Taylors or Nikes or Adidas.
Last year I finally bought a pair for myself, almost as a joke, in size 5 for boys, the classic blue. I had no intention of wearing them very often and actually forgot about them until I cleaned out my closets last week. Since then, if it’s been a casual outing, they’ve been on my feet and every time I look down, I turn myself on.
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That’s exactly me but with my all black slip-on vans… Guhhhh! Reminds me of every musician friend and ever ex boyfriend (who was always a musician…)
But yeah. You are totally in my brain for this entry. <3 it!
@Marisa: It’s strange because I was attracted to emulating boy fashion first when I was younger. I did the thermals under the cut-off camos and big t-shirts… baiscally looked like a boy when I was 13. Instead of trying to seduce with femininity, I was seducing with commonalities. Interesting how we shift gears as we get older. I had better luck looking like one of the guys! ;)
Yeah…for me it’s Chucks. Usually black, riddled with holes, dirty laces. :)
-B