Anticipating #Eroticon2013 – In the Right Shoes

So, tonight is the pre-conference drinks thing before the start of Eroticon2013.  I do hope to see you there, or failing that, to see you tomorrow or Sunday at the conference. I love these sorts of events. It’s strangely rare to have the pleasure of temporarily inhabiting a space where the word fuck is bandied about, and no one is using it as a pejorative.

I’ve girded my loins, prepared my seminar, and – yes – bought new shoes.

I bet you’re a little shocked, aren’t you? Because the last thing you’d expect to read on my blog is anything as girly as shoes. But I bring them up for a reason. I’m really picky about shoes. I’ve often thought the best way to shop for them would be to try them, not on a foot, but on an erect cock.

Shoes are very semiotic. Shoes tell you a great deal about the intention of the wearer, or they should. Some people think there is a language of flowers. But I think there’s a language of shoes.

These shoes say: I’m feeling a little delicate, or I’m busy, or I’ve got PMS

These shoes say I’m hot, I’m dead serious, worship me.

These shoes say: I’m hot, I’m not wearing any knickers, treat me like a slut.

And these are my new shoes. Notice the mixed message?

Nasty spikey heels, but the demure and traditional brogue leather uppers?

This shoe says… You’ve been a very, very, very bad boy. Bring me my strap-on and the lube. It’s discipline time.