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Had the weirdest, unexpected blast-from-the-past moment when I put on my new strappy metallic faux-snakeskin wedges (gods bless the supercheap shoe shop). I didn’t expect it - I’ve never really owned fancy shoes, but I did have *one* pair…and thereby hangs a tail.
It was waaaaay back before I transitioned, before I knew trans people existed, when I was like…fourteen? Fifteen? Anyway, my feet had stopped growing. And cistraight female friends were dragging me out (underage) clubbing, and I had SO MANY issues around that on so many fronts that I can’t even start to go into them now. And one of the things I bought to try and fit in was this pair of sort of strappy platform heels, a bit like these 90s Vogs but the straps at the back were thicker. And I used to wear them for Girl Stuff I Had To Do, including the 6th form dance and later the freshers’ ball. (Which was just before I discovered the existence of trans ppl and Everything Changed.)
And when I did up the straps on my new shoes (which are AWESOME and I will post pics as soon as I get a camera working, even though they’ve given me some wonky ~genderfeels~), the sensation of doing that after a decade sent me right back there for a moment. It was completely, completely unexpected, and just blindsided me. It wasn’t even particularly traumatic - just like when you remember something from your childhood that you’ve completely forgotten. It was just completely surreal for a moment.
Weirdness.
(ETA: See shoes here, does not even BEGIN to do their awesomeness justice: here)
It was waaaaay back before I transitioned, before I knew trans people existed, when I was like…fourteen? Fifteen? Anyway, my feet had stopped growing. And cistraight female friends were dragging me out (underage) clubbing, and I had SO MANY issues around that on so many fronts that I can’t even start to go into them now. And one of the things I bought to try and fit in was this pair of sort of strappy platform heels, a bit like these 90s Vogs but the straps at the back were thicker. And I used to wear them for Girl Stuff I Had To Do, including the 6th form dance and later the freshers’ ball. (Which was just before I discovered the existence of trans ppl and Everything Changed.)
And when I did up the straps on my new shoes (which are AWESOME and I will post pics as soon as I get a camera working, even though they’ve given me some wonky ~genderfeels~), the sensation of doing that after a decade sent me right back there for a moment. It was completely, completely unexpected, and just blindsided me. It wasn’t even particularly traumatic - just like when you remember something from your childhood that you’ve completely forgotten. It was just completely surreal for a moment.
Weirdness.
(ETA: See shoes here, does not even BEGIN to do their awesomeness justice: here)
