Inquisition is 2 days away! sucess with my shift at Kens being swaped (unfortunately to sunday 10pm but thats an improvement correct). The alcohol, fairy dust and alphabetical apropriations have been made. back has been shaved. the costume is currently under construction, A reworking of my sleaze ball costume - and - as a special gift to myself boots - black leather, cutting a inch from the knees, i am in love with them.
They are my first boots, you never forget your first boots. The heel is raised, my posture shifts in them. I stand differently. 'this must be another me!' - am i biker david? goth david? skinhead? or simply a leather comrade. I am enticed to play in the boots. I want to let the boots make me. Its a masochism without a master. The boots are neither a living subject, nor dead object. Maybe they are one of the desiring machines i have heard so much about. I have been dancing in my bedroom in them, getting their feel, knowing their style. Lifting, spinning, step 1, 2, 3 - its a sweet thing, this love, this strange love...
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A man at work received a delivery yesterday. Opened the box, knee-high patent leather five-inch heel boots. Tried them on beneath his jeans and twirled about the office in them.
Yours sound a little more butch than that...
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