Eccentric Flower:199905/webstuff and shoes
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may seventh webstuff and shoes So, let's see. Wednesday, in addition to paying work and mouth organ, I got Molly Zero mostly moved to her new digs over on one of my web sites. She tried it yesterday and seemed happy with it, so I guess I can give out the URL now. Today, in addition to paying work, I finally cracked my ISP's mail-sending peculiarities, so I can make web forms mail results to people. This is a boon for surveys and such. (The mouth organ survey, for those who follow both sites, does not mail the answers. It stores them on the server. I have no desire to get 600+ emails, especially not when I'm going to have to use a program to munch the data anyway.) This means that people on my notify list will now be getting automated notices. Sorry for the slight lack of personality, but I was having trouble remembering to send them after writing a postcard! (And if you didn't even know I had a notify list, as Molly didn't, then you don't read the Bayou's top page often enough.) But enough of that geeky stuff. - - - Last night I did a bad thing. I bought a very expensive pair of boots. They have 4" heels and they're made of some sort of patent leather or vinyl stuff, and they come up almost to my mid-thigh. I have a lot of leg, so you can imagine that these are some boots. Several people had told me that this shoe store in Central Square quietly and unobtrusively catered to, shall we say, people who wear shoe sizes not commonly available in ladies' footwear. I had been trying to summon up the nerve to go in and check on this for nearly a year - ever since the only other local source, out in Waltham, was revealed to be finally and definitively closed down. I can't buy shoes of this type from catalogs, because I have learned that ladies' shoe sizes are as inconsistent as ladies' dress sizes. I have a pair of basic black closed-toed shoes with heels - from a company that caters especially to the TG trade - they are a size 16 and they're rather pinched when the weight compresses my toes down into a point - I can only wear them for a short time if I expect to walk in them. On the other hand, Aussie bought me a pair of shoes via mail-order as a gift - bless you, Aussie - and they too are closed-toed, although they're flats, and they're marked 15W. They're too large; they fall off my feet. The boots are size 14, and they fit so amazingly well that I had one of those fetish-story experiences last night: I tried them on and I didn't want to take them off. Really. I put them on and it was an astonishing rush. I wanted someone to rip my clothes off, then and there, except that - ahem, blush - I wasn't wearing anything else but the boots to rip off. So this is what having a TG clothing fetish is like. It's been so long since I've gotten a sexual rush from just clothes, I'd forgotten the feeling. I feel guilty about this purchase. It's not that I can't afford it; it's that I swore I wasn't going to spend any more money on fetish-type clothing that I never wear except for my own amusement and possibly Nonelvis'. So much for that resolution. On the other hand, perhaps a thrill like that is its own justification? - - - Off to see Patrick's play tonight. I have no idea what to expect, but given the man's innate talent, I don't expect to hate it.
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