Playa Boots: An Evolution

I have a THING for black shit kicker boots.

I’ll admit, it’s totally because of Burning Man.

I love the look of a pair of black platform boots coated in playa dust.

They’re impractical.

They keep you out of the dust, sure but they’re definitely not comfortable.

I have a collection of black shit kicker boots.

I loved my first pair of flatform boots but alas, I turned my ankles in them when I’ve been drinking so I had to find something more stable.

Yes, I once took a header at unSCruz, admid a cluster of people wearing these shoes. It was not a pretty sight.

Fortunately, I didn’t break an ankle.

My second pair of shoes was a pair of totally cool looking platform boots that tickled my fancy.

Unfortunately, they did not allow my curvy calves to fit in them and since I didn’t want to go around looking like a fool with half laced up boots, I retired them.

My third pair of shoes were really awesome, totally frivolous shoes which turned out to be way to painful to wear on a regular basis at Burning Man.

Oh, how my feet ached.

I finally had to switch to flip flops to soothe my aching feet.

I did ATTEMPT to buy something sensible, however I realized when they arrived in the mail that they were JUST TOO SENSIBLE FOR ME.

No oomph. No spark.

So I scrapped those shoes.

I have finally settled on what I think will be the perfect pair of shoes for the burn:

They’re platform boots, but the platform isn’t that high.

Yes, I won’t be 6’2” but that’s a compromise I can live with if I’m able to walk around the playa in comfort.

Once upon a time, I would never have even DREAMED of looking for sensible shoes to wear.

Sadly, as I get older, I appreciate comfort over style.

Or maybe I should say I appreciate mobility on the playa over style.

Either way, three years into going to Burning Man and I’m finally getting the hang of it.

At least the shoe part of it.

FYI, you wanna see my dream boots for Burning Man?

These are them:

Because nothing says frivolous and carefree as succinctly as a pair of rainbow colored stacked heel platform boots.

I heart!

I like men in mini skirts and platform boots

The first thing you need to know about “Kinky Boots” the Broadway play is that it is a MAGNET for Drag Queens.

Not transvestites but DRAG QUEENS.

What’s the difference, you ask?

Well, when a drag queen puts on a frock, she looks FABULOUS. When a transvestite puts on a frock he looks like Winston Churchill in his mother’s knickers.

At least that’s what they say in the play.

What can I say about this play that hasn’t already been said?

It’s magnificent. Glorious. Funny. Poignant.

The music and lyrics are OUTSTANDING.

If I were you, I would run, not walk, to go see it.

I saw it with my friend Michelle last night.

As we were walking in, a taxi full of drag queens emptied out into the street much to my utter joy and pleasure.

It was breathtaking to behold – all those platform boots, mini skirts with fishnet nylons, and makeup.

Oh, and beards. Yes, some of the men were sporting beards.

Now I’ve never been one to find effeminate men appealing. I’ve always like lumberjacks. But a lumberjack dressed up as a drag queen is some sort of wonderful.

I totally liked it.

I imagined myself undressing him and taking off all his feminine accoutrements. Platform boots, mini skirt, fishnets, and more.  All the way down to his silky panties.

The wig I leave on for shits and giggles.

I was surprised by my interest in cross dressing men. But they looked fun. Playful. And sexy in their own way.

And that’s what the theme of “Kinky Boots” is all about – ACCEPTANCE. The ability to be who you are. Accept and love who you are. And then to turn that outwards and accept others just as they are.

And if you can throw in a pair of fierce red sequin platform boots, mores the better.