The Flip Flop Girl

Flip Flop Girl: My Bloody Valentine, My First Love

You would think that a girl calling herself "The Flip Flop Girl" would have been in heaven during high school. Hormones are surging and every fucking day is like going to the beach--or it can be. So many girls, so many of them, parading up and down the halls in flip flops. You tell me what's going on there. You ask one of them if they have a thing for feet, or inclined towards creative foot love, and there's no telling what the response might be. The more bold ones might fess up to a sexual connection. Others would deny any such connection. And still others would maybe blush but give such a coy smile that would leave you wondering. I suppose I have to admit that I trod around in flip flops still not sure of what I wanted and might have been shy to admit how hedonistic I felt inside. Better to let my feet speak for themselves, right? And then see what happens. I think that is how a lot of girls tackle it: they know that pampered feet in flip flops equals a sexually charged image but they may or may not come out and say it.

You would also think that after that summer of decadent playing doctor with Timmy boy that I would be in a rush to get my next sexual high. I would be this liberated libertine ready to hop in bed with the first football player I could find. Well, the truth is, that I did feel free after Tim but I was also a bit spooked by it all. I think what I really wanted and maybe actually needed was a gentle geeky boy.

David turned out to be the proper boyfriend I'd been looking for. It's a little painful to write about him. He did nothing wrong but ultimately I had to give the big, "It's not you, It's me" speech that no one wants to give until they feel there is no other way. David is actually someone I'd be curious to see how he's doing these days, as opposed to Tim who left me cold. As with Tim, so with David. He was important for my development. I don't mean to sound cold myself. In fact, at the time, I can say that I was in love with David. He was my rock. He was the guy I could depend upon. And, at the time, we fell deeply in love right from the start like a couple of crazy romantics.

We shared freshman English and had gotten to know each other fairly quickly and found ourselves inseparable. The two of us looked great together and we could banter back and forth like we'd known each other forever. The two of us were tall and thin and fabulous. He was actually a little thinner than me. I never went in for looking a certain way and had nice curves. Well, I still do. He, on the other hand, was perhaps a bit too lanky. He was always on the go, very much into soccer. I never got into sports that much. I've always enjoyed running and going to the gym but never much inclined to competitive sports. Anyway, he was a bundle of energy. He had dreams of becoming a writer someday. And he was very much into music. He was very much an Anglophile and leaned towards a mod look. As we eased into becoming a couple, I suppose I found myself becoming modish too. I know I wasn't wearing flip flops as much. Actually, you'd have more likely found me wearing Doc Martens.

I remember the first time he got me back to his room. He had such a massive collection of LP's along with CD's that it scared me at first. We listened to My Bloody Valentine. As we lay on his bed, he started to get a little more excited. He always seemed a bit sad but the prospect of sex seemed to liven him up. It was no more of his comparing me to the Pre-Raphaelites and now it was on to business. I found his kissing me a little forced and hard but I was getting turned on all the same. He was too silent. I wanted to hear a little more before he got to the goods but he seemed intent to see how far he could get. He got as far as my bra. "Do you want me as your girlfriend?" I blurted out. He nodded. "Do you want me?" I taunted. He leaned over to undo my bra and I grabbed him by the ears. "Do you want to fuck your girlfriend?" "Yes, I certainly do." Off came my bra. I think my tits must have been tingling, just waiting to be played with by the right boy. I wanted to go further but wanted to have some sign that he would stick around. "You will still call me, won't you?" That got his attention. "Oh, Rachel, how could you think I wouldn't?" And that really got to me. Off came my jeans and I let him take care of the panties. He showed me a condom and I felt we were off to a very good start indeed.

We did go out to the beach since it was so convenient and that was where I got to dig my toes in the sand and make out with him and come to feel that I sort of wanted to combine the two sensations. I remember once in his room, very innocently and playfully, putting my toes to his mouth but he just turned his head. He didn't acknowledge it or anything. Just turned his head. He really should have responded in some way. Anything would have been better than nothing, as I look back on it. I was shy and still didn't know what I was doing. He was shy too. Perhaps if he'd presented a stronger personality, that would have made up for it. Perhaps if he'd been more free with himself and more creative in bed, I wouldn't have felt like I was missing something.

I am so lucky to have been with David. We were very good for each other. With him, I became a better person and learned a lot of good things that help me out even today. I became more disciplined about my studies and took my life more seriously. Perhaps I would have done the same without him but he was the guy I did it with, the guy who helped me through a lot.

It's sad how vivid our last time together is for me. We were going to go out in support of yet another cool local band when I decided to have "the talk." I had already started to become unpleasant to be with and I know he'd gotten the hint that we were drifting.

Me: We need to talk.

Him: Oh, no, not that. Look, I know we need...I know I need to try harder.

Me: If you only knew. If you only knew how.

Him: I thought we were perfectly matched. There's no other couple as perfectly matched as the two of us.

Me: David, maybe that's part of the problem. Maybe we're too matched in some ways, the less important ways.

David: I don't want to hear anymore of this. You need time to think it over. That's all. You need time. More time. You need more time.

I remember he made a point of cutting the night short. He was so sure that if only I had more time to think. But I didn't need one more second to think and I didn't take it. We hugged but I refused to kiss him. And I never returned his calls. I never did anything else with him. Maybe if he'd actually given me "more time" I wouldn't have cut him off but he started calling me right away so I felt I had no other choice. Once things were set into motion, there was no turning back. I felt terrible but I also felt great relief. I never really cried over him and that made me feel bad but it turned out to help me realize how I'd made the right choice.

Labels: blogs, boyfriends, dating, first love, flip flops, foot fetish, high school, romance, sex, valentine, Valentine's Day, Writing

Flip Flop Girl: On Being a Girl

I never lose sight of the fact that being in tune with the ground, with your feet, encompasses many things. I think my earliest memories of flip flops are sweet and bring back to me a pure and innocent sensuality that is powerful in its own right. It reminds me of Woodsworth's search for a greater innocence, one tempered by experience.

A little girl in flip flops is tapping into feeling good on a profound level and she already knows it. What she doesn't know, all that sex stuff, she doesn't have to know. It gets in the way. Sometimes, it gets in my way. Sometimes I envy people not aware of what a foot fetish is. I can't believe the other day when I was over at a friend's and she had on the TV. And it was Oprah. The topic of foot fetishes came up and Oprah said she'd never heard of such a thing. But then I think that I am better off knowing as much as I want and putting it to good use.

As a child, playing on the beach, I remember the sensation of being one with my body and with nature. A Garden of Eden feeling! Placing my feet in the sand, working them deep down inside, padding about leaving footprints, and then having the ocean wash each and every little grain of sand away, all these sensations were having their way with me.

If I found myself starting high school with making plans for having sex on the beach, I could say that the beach had already seduced me. As soon as I was old enough, I know I played with myself while pressing my feet into the sand. It wasn't anything explicit. I was about thirteen and I do remember discreetly rubbing myself while at the beach. It was a start and I was confident even back then that much lay ahead.

I suppose my experience with Tim was a bit of a false start. I was never really in harm's way. As I say, it's not for everyone. I wouldn't want my child, if I ever do have a child, to do the same. It was just one of those things that worked itself out for my particular needs. It provided me with a little of everything: information, confidence, and some attention. I was lucky to make use of it all as best I could. That experience did not, however, provide me with much love so I can't call it my first love. That came a little later.

Labels: beach, erotica, flip flops, foot fetish, girl, sand, sex, story, toes, Writing

Flip Flop Girl: For the Very First Time

I'll go ahead and jump into my first sexual experience because I've been thinking about it since last night. I sort of look at it as dumb luck that it turned out the way it did. Sex is messy. And this was sort of messy while also being less messy than I could have ever expected.

It was the summer before high school. I'd gotten interested in this long haired skinny boy my age. He and I would see each other riding bikes. He smiled at me. I'd smile at him. Then we finally started talking. Tim was very laid back. He told me he liked to smoke pot. He also talked about Hemingway. He was a gentle, sort of spacy, intriguing boy. As for the pot, he never pressured me into smoking with him. And I never showed any interest. Maybe that's why I rarely saw him smoke.

We didn't really go out for very long. It was a mismatch from the start but he shared my love for books so he had me hooked for awhile. He led the way to my introduction to sex. It was odd but I wouldn't change a thing.

We had been going out for a couple of weeks. We kissed. We held hands. Our first movie together was a tape of Eraserhead and that really set the tone for that summer.

We were alone at his home. The parents were away. I don't think his parents realized we were alone but I'd come to learn that they were a very easygoing lot, perhaps too easygoing. They let Tim do as he pleased. He told me that it was his folks who turned him onto weed. I shrugged. We walked out into the backyard. There was a swimming pool and lawn chairs. It was very hot. We were in shorts, tees, and flip flops. As soon as we stepped out onto the deck, he kicked off his flip flops, he threw off his shirt, and pulled off his shorts. He plopped down on a chair with a thud. "What the hell?" I thought as my heart started to race.

"It's okay, Rachel. Feel free to strip off too. Why be a hypocrite? It's hot. It feels better this way, that's all," said Tim so confidently, so matter-of-factly, and so persuasively. I couldn't resist. He had me out of my clothes lounging in the next chair within seconds. "Yeah, oh, I know what you mean," I said, not feeling like I was trying to play it cool but just going with the flow.

What he did next was utterly inspired although it is definitely not for everyone. He casually took hold of his dick and started to stroke away. He even let out a little sigh. "What the fuck?" I asked myself, although less scared than I'd been at first. "Having fun?" I remember asking him.

"Rachel, just do whatever makes you feel good. That's how I live my life."

"Oh, sure, I'm just not used to being so...liberal."

His parents were neo-hippies, totally vegan, save-the-planet, everything hemp.

"My folks are nudists. I've always felt better out of clothes."

"Cool."

I couldn't bring myself to touch myself. I did, however, want to watch him. His dick was pointing straight up. It was massive, a missle gleaming in the hot sun. If he bent down, I swear, I'm pretty sure he could have kissed it! He'd stroke it lightly, pet it, slide his fingers up and down it. Then he started to stroke it faster and squeeze on his balls. He kept this up until finally his rocket took flight and exploded hot cum. I was mesmerized!

He had huge feet too. Big meaty feet with pads as big as a bear's and thick long toes, like claws. I remember being fascinated by them as I was with his whole long bronzed body and especially his free-wheeling big dick, like a geyser, like a fire hose. That boy was hung like a horse! And all I wanted to do was just look at it. He understood. He was probably still a little stoned and only had enough energy to focus on keeping that skycraper of his erect.

After an experience like that, you might expect a girl to make a hell bent descent into utter debauchery but I've always had a good head on my shoulders. If I remember right, he dozed off after the fireworks. Even if he'd been awake, he was so lethargic that he never posed a threat. I'd come to trust him. He was there for me as a friend. I think that summer we repeated this encounter a number of times and it was always about the same. I'd gotten comfortable enough where I'd play with myself too. It felt really good in the hot sun, the two of us there together getting off separately.

I didn't really feel like playing with his dick. I'd touch it and I'd let him touch me but that was about it. And I was hardly going to put that thing inside me. I was already contemplating future boyfriends, my own health and safety, my entire future! No, we just did our own thing and then swam around the pool. What worked best for me was simply watching him go at it. I learned so much from watching him wank off. I learned when to stop and then start up again; when to ease in and when to ease off; when to glide your fingers along with the honey drippings! It was much better than porn would ever have been. Although, with his schlong, it did have a surreal porno quality. I still had such a ways to go with foot love or anything back then; at that time, it was all about learning as much as I could and that alone could turn me on. I sometimes wonder if Tim ever progressed beyond what he was doing with me. He was smart. But, when I think about it, he looked and acted like such an oaf. He wouldn't have known the first thing to do with my pretty feet while I already had some ideas of my own.

What's really funny is that towards the end we got sloppy about tracking the whereabouts of Tim's parents. One sweet summer day, we were out in the backyard having our usual fun when both parents showed up out of nowhere! Tim became a legend to me that day. He kept up a nice stroke on his engorged member and half-heartedly said hello. The two of them stared at us for a moment but quickly dropped their gaze and made an incredible effort to appear unphased by what was before them. The father made some pathetically passive remarks, something like, "Well, you guys take it easy."

They did everything but flash us a fucking peace sign! Surprizingly, the longer this played out, the more comfortable I became to where I wasn't embarrassed at all, actually a little irritated, but not embarrassed. I was totally happy to just lay there, my tits for all to see, the nipples sticking straight out! Were they giving off good healthy nudist vibes? I don't know. I thought they should have just told us to put our clothes on but they didn't and went back inside. I know I went back to fingering myself and went on to have the best orgasm I'd known up til then. After that, it was time for a well deserved dip in the pool.

Labels: blogs, dating, dick, erotica, first love, foot fetish, romance, schlong, sex, story, summer, Writing

Flip Flop Girl: Who Am I, Where Did I Come From, Where Am I Going?

With apologies to Guaguin, these are questions I ask of myself: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? And I keep asking them and sometimes I get different answers but a pattern emerges and I take notice and I want to write about it and share it with someone.

If you do something long enough, maybe you do start to become the thing you do. If there's any skill that is acquired, that's a bonus. But, you would hope, that your preoccupation is healthy and good for you. I do have a thing for feet. I admit it. But I always want to group it among a whole array of libidinal delights and, just as important, sources of enlightenment. I get high from thinking that the whole world is just under my feet.

I know I clued into this at an early age. I asked my mom and she confirmed that I was an avid toe sucker. That doesn't prove anything, of course. But I just wondered if I did. Some babies might not. Is that possible? Maybe all babies do. I'd have to look into that one. What are my earliest memories? The California sun and the beach. It was inevitable. I made a bond very early: toes in the sand as far back as I can recall. Was it just sensuous or was it sexual too? Well, what do you expect when there are thousands of nerve endings on our feet that are connected to every nerve ending in our bodies? I think if you're a sensual person, like me, you can't ignore this.

Should I fastforward to puberty? I'm thinking what else to say at this stage. I guess I'll be coming back as I make more connections. I can't say that I was over-sexed at an early age. I was more just in touch with the world and myself. I wasn't molested by anyone. I think what I'm saying is actually pretty common. Maybe I'll be the one to get in trouble for being so vocal about it, which really shouldn't be the case. Oh, there's also the fact that I blossomed early, that made it easier for me in some respects to tune in to my sexuality. I was never the wall flower type. So, I had boyfriends early in life, I'd say by the time I was fourteen or fifteen. I consider that early but I suppose it's not. And nothing against being shy. We all learn in our own ways, don't we?

Since I'm The Flip Flop Girl, I should tell you that I have worn flip flops for as long as I can remember! But my mom, the saint that she is, made me always remember to mix up my foot wear with other types of shoes to avoid becoming flat footed! I think she was right. I know she was. Girls make the mistake of living solely in flip flops and lose a lot of arch support. Flat feet are cute but you want to be good to yourself.

I also remember insisting to go barefoot as much as possible. This lasted for a short while, right up to when I nearly cut my foot on some glass. Ouch! And the sidewalk would just get way too hot to pad about in barefeet. I'd still do it sometimes just for the fun of it. I haven't really bothered to do it since childhood. One thing is that we don't have as many nice smooth sidewalks as we used to! At least not in my neighborhood. You'd have to go to a ritzy suburb, like where my parents live, to find a classic sidewalk surface. And, when I visit, I have padded about a little on the sidewalk to get the mail or pace about just a little.

Labels: autobiography, blogs, dating, foot fetish, journal, memoir, toe sucking, Writing

Flip Flop Girl's Notes: Seeing the Light After Being in the Dark for Much Longer Than I Had Expected!
Hi, world. Life is good, is it not? I'm feeling pretty good. My boyfriend is treating me right. I'm feeling pretty grounded, my feet firmly on the ground. I love my feet, my whole body, mind, and soul. I don't know what the future holds. If this were a love story, this might be a good place to stop. But things have a way of unraveling or developing in unexpected ways. I could say that I've currently found a good place in my life. A good footing from where to continue to confidently look forward and also have the luxury of looking back. I'm thinking of doing a lot of looking back, going as far back as I can. I'll also mix things up with fun lists and who knows what will get into my mind to do. But expect more stories. There will be more meditations on sex because sex is very important to me, as it should be for all us humans. I suppose some of us tap into sex more than others, have more opportunities, and like to question things more. I'm just that sort of person!




I want to treat you to as much as I have to offer.





I want you to sit back and enjoy my conversation as if it's just the two of us having coffee together.



It's all over way too soon. We need to enjoy the moment while we can.

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A Few Notes on a Wonderful Day

Hello, everyone. I'm over at Thad's right now. I'm upstairs in his little attic/study area. I just wanted to make a few notes regarding a very pleasant day I spent with him. He was very sweet and we seem to be floating along on a cloud at the moment. It was such a sunny day today. A slight nip in the air but not too bad at all. So nice that I opted for flip flops. This time I went with a chunky pair of Tevas, very spongy but firm too. We are such foot freaks that we find it exceptionally stimulating to do something so potentially mundane as to go to a nail salon together. For me, I find any type of pampering fascinating. Perhaps you agree.

I don't always go to the same place: it can vary from a high end spa to a little hole in the wall, just as long as it's tidy and has class. We were hanging out in Wallingford so I decided to pay a visit to a little shop I hadn't been to in awhile run by a sweet Korean family. I got waited on by Mary, a very sweet girl. She said she missed me. She remembered my feet. She said they are long and elegant. Who am I to pass up a compliment. As my feet soaked, I asked her how my feet were really any different from anyone else. Maybe I was fishing for another compliment. "Rachel, everyone has feet that are unique. All feet have their own personality," she said. "Yes, I would definitely agree," I replied. "I look at the face, the hands, and the feet when I meet someone. You radiate beauty and goodwill from all three places," she answered. I really wasn't expecting that but I was so happy to hear it. "Thank you, Mary, that is really nice to know," I said. For the rest of the day, I knew I would feel no pain. When it came to decide on the color for my polish, I wanted something transcendent but couldn't decide. "I say go deep with a Royal Blue," said Mary. And so I did.

I couldn't believe how beautiful the polish looked. And how energized I was. Thad took one look and was beside himself. "Rachel, this is a beautiful sight to behold. Your toes look incredibly perfect right now. The polish is exquisite, the perfect color in so many ways, this time of year, the mood, this moment. It does more than just turn me on, I think. It's like I just want to gaze in awe." Wow. Talk about transcendent! Everything felt so right at that very moment. Perfect. And it only got better.

We decided to take a stroll around Green Lake. It's usually a bit on the crowded side since it seems everyone feels like taking a little stroll around Green Lake but it wasn't too bad. I was striding around in my comfy flip flops showing off my perfect pedicure with my hot boyfriend by my side. What could be better? Well, it got better as we decided to take a rest at a park bench. We nuzzled close together and stared at each other until we laughed and got in close to kiss each other and then admire each other and then kiss again. "Rub my feet gently, would you honey?" "Bring them over," he said. I moved back a bit and plopped my feet on his lap, my flip flops flying in the air. He gently rubbed the soles. I looked at his hands gently kneading my skin. I didn't have to say anything else. He didn't stick my feet in his mouth or do anything nasty. I wouldn't have minded but it was nice that we could just chill. It was really nice! Transcendent!

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On the Way Back to His Place, We Could Have Crashed the Car with How We Behaved

Thad owns a little Beemer that he restored himself. He's so good with his hands. It's truly a vintage treat. A little smaller than I would have liked but, as they say, size doesn't matter. Or do they say, "Size matters"? Well, I'm just talking about his car and the only problem I was having was wanting a little more leg room. I have long legs! He also has this even older Saab that looks like a rocket! Are you familiar with that type? I don't really know cars but I'm learning. Anyway, I mention all this about the inside of the car because we did it in his car right after our little escapade in the shoe department at Nordy's! I wasn't going to get into this but it's been a slow week ever since.

As I wonder if I'm getting too excessive and becoming a sex addict, I plunge into yet another sex story for you. It has to be kept in context. I'm not doing this all the time, 24/7. Not that I wouldn't mind it but I like to think I have a well balanced life too! This was unusually good so here goes: We decide I should wear my new wedgies out the store. Having had Thad freshly kiss each of my toes and us getting so worked up, I couldn't help myself! Thad whispered to me that he was ready to burst! I sometimes just have to give in to my needs and I did say I wanted an erotic adventure so I wanted to be good to my word. I took hold of his arm as we walked out the door into the freezing weather. "Oh, my toes! Thad it's so cold, you're going to have to suck my toes and get them all warm!" was what I blurted out for all to hear. I was making out with him as we waited to cross the street and thinking about how we hadn't christened the Beemer yet. "Let's do it in the car." I whispered in his ear.

We had parked the car in an indoor lot, crammed inside like sardines. There was no way of knowing when someone would approach us or not so we were really taking things to a much higher and riskier level. In fact, we had entered into a moment of sheer chaos. We had pumped ourselves up and now we had pushed ourselves into this dangerous situation. People were coming and going and it could backfire on us big time. "We'd be more comfortable in the back but then we'd be pretty obvious, don't you think?" I said. "Let's get in the front," was all he said.

"Try crossing your legs," he directed. "Can you reach my toes?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "Suck them! They're so cold!" I blurted out. He slid off my shoe and it was a smooth dive for his mouth to take in my freezing cold foot. He was hungry and just kept sucking away at each toe until they were nice and toasty. "Ah, you do it so good." I said.

I'm not a contortionist so it wasn't exactly easy for us to do much else but we were both quite pleased. I did, however, want to be a really bad girl and needed to get hold of his cock. I was too charged up and just needed his dick. That's all there was to it! I am a lady but if you push my buttons enough, I become an animal in heat. "Give me back my foot, sweetheart. I want your cock," was what I said. He immediately unzipped and pulled it out, all strong and firm. I put my hand to it and started jerking him off. I looked around, bent down, and made my way over. He let out a little grunt. I took hold of his cock in my mouth and was high. "It's OK, keep going, keep going," he said the whole time as I sucked away. I was in a trance. "Keep going...it's OK." I sucked harder, jerked him off, sucked his balls..until I could feel it cumming and then I firmly placed my mouth over his sweet cock and drank his juice.

"Sit back, honey," he started to say. I pulled down my panties and let him finger me. I was so wet and spaced out. I let him rub me. "Go gently, Thad," I kept saying.

I really didn't mean to write this but it was pretty powerful stuff we shared. Except for some major details I won't go into now, it pretty much knocked Simon out of my mind. Well, at that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything else, of course! I guess I'm saying that it was something special that I shared with Thad. It was sex but there was more to it too. At least that's what I think right now. I think it was two people that really felt comfortable being crazy together, totally crazy and intimate. I still think a lot of what Thad and I share is just sex but I'm hoping there's more to it, if just because it would be nice to have that right now in my life.

Labels: dating, erotica, fashion, flip flops, foot fetish, relationships, romance, sex, Writing

The Imelda Marcos of Flip Flops

I have not talked too much about my current boyfriend. I've only said a few things about Thad such as he can be really arrogant; he's really horny; he's very hot; and I often wonder if we're on the same page. But he showed some spirit over the weekend and I've decided to share it with you.

As a joke, mind you, I had brought up the Jimmy Choo flip flops that I did not get for Christmas. I gave Thad the most pitiful little pout and almost had the poor lad in tears...laughing at my sorry state. He said that I already owned way too many flip flops and, with mock dismay, that it scared him. "That isn't the point!" I said, "A girl is entitled to own as many flip flops as she wants!" "You're the Imelda Marcos of flip flops!" he said. "Great pop culture reference!" was all I could say. He was starting to show a sense of humor. I equate "humor" with "human." So, I was happy.

I kept up with the flip flop demand until he relented and agreed to go shopping with me. I suppose it helped that I kept sticking my feet in his face and saying morbidly sweet things like, "Doesn't daddy want the best for his little girl's tootsies?" in the most cartoony baby voice. Or maybe he took pity on me. Or maybe it was the fact that I suggested we go out shopping and see if we might turn it into some sort of erotic adventure. Yeah, I think that's what did it. In moments, we were off to Nordy's. This initial playful demand had turned into a quest and taken on a life of its own.

It didn't seem to matter that is was the dead of winter. I swear, girls squeeze in as many chances to flaunt their feet as they can. And, even though sandals are hardly a featured item this time of year, Nordy's always has a few out on display. Fashion knows no bounds. What's a few snow flakes on your open-toe pumps, right? Yeah, the customer is always right. And we were embracing the moment. We were the customers and we were going to take control of the situation. We asked to try on just about every sandal they had available. If a woman carries herself well, she can walk right in and try on any shoe barefoot and avoid wearing those "footie" nylon socks. I was wearing nice pumps and my feet were beyond reproach. It just adds to the experience when you can press your soles down into all these shoes that you know you're not going to buy.

Ultimately, I didn't even buy any flip flops. They didn't carry Jimmy Choo's flip flops or any Jimmy Choo. But, just for fun, I ended up finding a pair of wedgies I liked. And, just at the right moment, I slid my new Fuck Me shoes on Thad's lap and asked him if he'd check to see if he liked them. As quickly as he processed that sensation, I asked him if he'd help me slip out of them. Thad was giggling a little but he went along. I was really laying on the seductress role pretty thick. Then I said, "Kiss my toes, sweetheart." And, in that very moment, we were both locked into something. We were totally zoned in. And, I guess we didn't care if someone saw us or not. Or maybe we did. It couldn't have lasted more than mere seconds but Thad dutifully kissed each toe and then looked at me with a wide grin. And, too our delicious surprise, we had been spotted. "Oh, that's cute," said our salesgirl. It was a refreshing response! She had a nose ring and was sporting flip flops herself so I guess we lucked out. But I couldn't leave well enough alone.

"My boyfriend has a foot fetish," I said, just to see what would happen. Maybe it was unfair of me but I caught myself and went for broke: "I have a thing for feet too." Was I being confrontational? Oh, I wasn't even thinking that. But our salesgirl did not miss a beat. "I think that's cool. I love feet too!" "I guess you would," I said, "being that you work in the Shoe Department." "Yeah, I guess so!" was her last response to all this. In another moment, things sort of returned back to usual. We made our purchase and were quite satisfied with our little outing which I guess it was: an outing! I "outed" both of us as being into feet and there was a pleasant result in the end! We discussed this in the car going home. Thad was so cool about it all. He didn't say anything about feeling awkward. He just rolled with it. I have to give him a lot of credit for that!

Labels: dating, erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, pop culture, relationships, Writing

Sex in the City and the Consolation of a Pedicure

There's a blog I've become addicted to and find myself posting on a lot. She is such dear. It is a real-life version of Sex in the City to some extent. Actually, way better. I always found that show too contrived. Like, they never really did anything on that show, did they? Yeah, they lived in the city and, yeah, they did have sex. But I never felt like I was really a fly on the wall to something juicy. I'll have to look at it again. That show must qualify for our upcoming list of tv shows making reference to feet. Anyway, I will have to post sometime about the virtues and pleasures of going to a spa, or even a little salon, and sitting back and having a pedicure. Sometimes, that does feel better than sex or can be a great little substitute. I know few, if any, upstanding young women would admit as much but I put it out there nonetheless. I say, when in doubt, go for something sensual. When reason gets in the way, you need to go deeper to something primal.

So, here is my response to today's installment of the dating blog on Glamour. I suppose you should know that the blog is kept by a Glamour writer who is documenting her dating adventures. At this time in her life, it's anything goes. She could date anyone. And, as luck would have it, she has gotten a little bogged down with the boy next door and is focusing on him but there's really no telling if anything will come of it. In the meantime, Alyssa has gone out and gotten the little ankle tattoo as shown above. And now she'd liked nothing more than a nice pedicure. I think she's on the right track. She should just sit back and let her feet be pampered as she relaxes:

Oh, daydreaming is alright, including relationship daydreaming. How do you think artists get inspiration? It's not the only way but it's one way. You have to always keep in mind that it is a daydream and channel that energy for your own good. Maybe that daydream will lead to some form of self-improvement, that sort of thing. Always keep in mind that, after all the daydream revelry, there might not be a guy at the end of it all or the guy turns out to be less than expected.

And don't lose track of your goal to ask out every guy you feel an attraction for. What would be so bad about striking up a conversation with a total stranger? I mean, it all depends on the situation but, given that safety is accounted for, why not? It's a good dare. If you see a guy you like, just go up and talk to him. Totally spontaneous: none of this snooping ahead of time. You have nothing to lose! And it's way better than slogging through online personals. This emailing back and forth drama is not going to be much fun. I hope the reader that described her online romance eventually caught herself and realizes there never was a romance in the least until she actually started to date that guy. For her to even induldge the notion that she knew that guy is not good. No, she did not know this guy.

The whole idea that life finally comes into focus once you tie the knot is problematic too. How is it that a guy that was obnoxious while dating, finally becomes the answer to life when he becomes the hubby. My husband! Now, life has meaning! I feel the whole women's movement, in spirit if not in reality, continues to deteriorate at a rapid pace. This is not to say that guys can't be wonderful and that marriage can't be a good thing but there's more to life too.

Finally, I like your last post in the sense that it felt like a post that was allowing you to take a pause, looking at things in the interim: catching up with friends, debating on whether to get that pedicure so soon after getting that tat. The golden boy next door is now turning into a concept that can be thrown in with the deathless concept of the deviled eggs in one basket. Was Sex in the City really that good? Well, I've always liked Sarah Jessica Parker. To me, they always seemed on the verge of doing something great and then, when the plot did progress, things sort of petered out and then it was on to the next build up of drama.

Labels: blogs, feet, foot fetish, pedicures, relationships, sex, Writing

The Flip Flop Girl's Story 5
Simon Talks About it at Work

Simon told me once that he tried to bring up the subject of his foot fetish with a coworker and it provided some amusing results. He thought it would be okay considering that so many of the employees there are in flip flops or Birkenstocks and there's this prevasive feel-good atmosphere.

Just about everyone at his job is suppose to be progressive. You see all these anti-Bush stickers and posters. A healthy expression of gay pride with rainbow flags too. Lots of organic and gourmet snacks. So, Simon did feel fairly safe.

He decided to have lunch in the company cafe which he usually avoided in favor of something in the neighborhood. At first, he thought he might do well to strike up a conversation with this divorced guy in his 40's who was out fucking anyone he could find and was good for an unabashed chat.

"Hey, Brad, how's it going? I guess you're dating a lot these days as I recall you were saying."

"Oh, hi, Simon. Yeah, yeah, online dating is the way to go. It's one of the greatest innovations I can think of. It's practically fool-proof. And it really works for a guy like me. I know how to handle myself. I have the money to spend and I also have the confidence which the girls appreciate. They like the money but they get turned on even more by the confidence. It also helps that I look young for my age. It pays off to keep fit."

"So, Brad, it's pretty easy for you to keep up with the girls, huh? Not too demanding on you? Do they ever ask you to do things you're not sure that you're up for, if you know what I mean?"

"Do I get requests? Oh, I don't know. One thing leads to another. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, for instance, if a girl demanded that I perform rough sex on her, I would be kinda lost."

"Oh, I see."

"Or say if a girl had a fetish, a foot fetish. How would you feel about that?"

"Well, Simon, let me tell you. All cultures have different kinks, as you well know. You can learn a lot from just watching porn. Say, the Japanese are all into control. They'll spend a lot of time tying up the girl. At the extreme, they make her eat her own shit. Sick fucks. The British, on the other hand, are so prissy and uptight and they go for spanking, and dainty things. Around the world, Americans are seen as being too clean, too artificial. Then you've got the Germans. Oh, you don't even want to know how dirty those birds are with all the hardcore bondage..."

"Okay then. To each his own, right? I should be going..."

Labels: comedy, foot fetish, humor, pop culture, sex, Writing

The Flip Flop Girl's Story 4
I Do Miss Simon

Aside from all the foot fetish themes, which is definitely a huge part of this blog, Simon and I did have a very full and satisfying relationship. I am the sort of person who just likes to go with the flow. And I'm not the sort of girl who believes you have to make plans way ahead of time and include a husband, a white picket fence, a dog, and a couple of kids. Things happen and sometimes things don't happen. I do believe you need to be in tune with yourself which has helped me with my career choices and, as regards this blog, has helped me find my groove. I embrace experiences. I don't dismiss too much. I try to find the good in what's offered to me. And so I come back to Simon, who did prove to bring a lot of good into my life.

A typical day for us would include time to just ramble on about our lives with each other. We loved coffee shops and just simple chats, not necessarily in-depth conversations although we did have plenty of those. Just sitting together with our java and hanging out or reading together was totally fun. I think I've always had a book or two I've been reading, sometimes off and on, and sometimes at a more dedicated pace. So, it was very nice to hang out with a fellow bookworm. Usually, I tended more towards good fiction, like Jonathan Safran Foer, and he seemed to have a morbid fascination with trends and liked books like, The Tipping Point. He said he always "got a kick in the pants" as to how the marketers, pundits, the whole media, kept us on our toes wanting to buy this or that unnecessary thing. And he always wanted to hear my thoughts on a good read and we actually ended up sharing books quite a lot. It was nice how we were able to share such a solitary activity as reading. That's probably why we made such good running partners too.

I'm not putting Simon up on a pedestal. He had his faults and there are good reasons we are not together anymore. I don't know that I'd want to get back together but, I suppose, that option is out there, at least for awhile. I was the one, afterall, who decided to break up. That, of course, doesn't mean I am control of anything. He could be out right now with somebody new, although I doubt he'd do that simply because he's so methodical and, well, sentimental. I'm not taking advantage of him either. I'd have to go into more detail as to what led to our break up. At the moment, I just want to think about the good things about him. He was thoughtful and he liked to share his life and his interests with me. That was a lot right there. He never put me down, like some guys I can mention. He never was into controlling other people. And he was probably, next to my father, the man with the least ego I have ever known. In a lot of ways, a great guy. In a lot of ways, the right guy or, at least, the sort of guy I should go for. I go for a lot of different guys. I don't know if that's right or wrong for me. It seems to work, for now. In a lot of ways, I can't complain. But I do miss Simon.

Labels: books, journal, love, relationships, sex, Writing

The Flip Flop Girl's Story 3
Simon's First Confession

Simon was my boyfriend for about two years. We only recently broke up. I still have feelings for him which I guess might be obvious. Ha. Ha. He was not always easy to get along with although he was, by his very nature, a very casual dude. Casual but not a slacker. He was a tech guy for a big software company. He said he knew so much code that he sometimes felt like a machine. I guess math and technical stuff came easy to him. He had a knack for it, very left brain-oriented. But, as I said, there was a lot to him that was anti-high tech. He seemed to rebel against the very creature he helped develop. Well, he is only a foot soldier in the great Information Age, as he puts it. He says he's just doing a job that he sort of fell into and that luckily turns out to pay well. He's lived all his life in the same area: except for going away for college, he's managed to stay in his home town through some lucky breaks in finding work. Maybe having enjoyed so much stability has led him to long for more simpler times. He's not alone. In his office, he's got this collection of action figures and retro toys but so do a lot of his colleagues! I think so many of these software engineers envy the "creative" types. Some might exhibit toys for show but I'm guessing that maybe they all long for something more. So, I guess my right-brain strengths must have been quite appealing to Simon.

He always told me that, as regards foot love, he didn't want that to get in the way of anything. He never wanted to have us deteriorate into mere foot fucks. He didn't want that to be the only way he or I got turned on either! "Always keep it as part of your bag of tricks," he would said. I was and still am curious about foot fetishes despite all the foot sex. I asked him once what he thought was the cause of his foot fetish, if that was possible to pin down. He thought that was an excellent question and he didn't think any of his lovers had ever bothered to ask him. He said that there were probably a number of triggers but that he'd first tell me of what he guessed might have been the very first. He said he must have been around four when he was dropped off with a neighbor for awhile who had a daughter about the same age or maybe a little older. It is a fuzzy memory but he recalls that he and the girl were in her room watching cartoons on TV when she did the most unusual thing. She took her foot and sucked on her toes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and he distinctly remembered being aroused. It was definitely something a little kid would have trouble processing. He said he recalled it as an isolated incident, and perhaps even back then he could sense it as a window to things to come. Then he decided to add some more to his story. He said that when he hit puberty, he did remember re-enacting that scene but this time it was him sucking his own toes. He looked a me wondering what I'd say and I just gave him a kiss.

Obviously, this was a breakthrough for him to confide in me. But I also find other things significant and inter-related about sucking one's own toes and foot fetishes in general and wearing flip flops beyond the practical beach and gym purpose. I think this is all a form of comfort. As babies, we were completely tuned in to the sensual. If we wanted to suck our toes, hell yeah, we'd just do it and adults around us would applaud or coo at us. With a world so hyped up on caffeine and hyper this and cyber that, is it any wonder we want to tap into the sensual as much as humanly possible. In the future, I hope everyone is wearing flip flops just for the sake for their sanity. If we think the world is moving too fast now, what the hell is it going to be like in the future? I seek balance. What I'm interested in is how an interest in feet is evolving. Will it become, or has it already become, just another shallow high-octane high-adrenaline fueled sex act being abused in every fraternity and penthouse? I'm not saying I want to keep this at a spiritual level and there's really no way to control something like this aside from better understanding. I know I'm sort of rambling now. I think we all need to be aware of how powerful a love of feet can be--yeah, I think that's the answer. It can provide solace from a crazy world and it's always going to have an edge to it to help you get off. It's a natural medicine.

Labels: erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, sex, Writing

The Flip Flop Girl's Story 2
The First Time I Took Simon To Bed

I feel pretty loosened up right now. I went to my gym early this morning and took a swim. Wanted to do some thinking. Now, I'm out of a warm bath. Feels pretty good for body and soul. I miss the massages I would get from Simon. He turned me on to Neutrogena body oil. It is the smoothest and silkiest oil around. I highly recommend it. I just eased it onto my body right now. He was such a dear. The first time we made love, he said he had a little surprise. He started spouting off how great this oil was. I joked and asked him if he had stock in it. He just said, "Okay, wait and see." That first night, he did my back and really worked my shoulders for which I was forever grateful. He had me purring. He rubbed my ass, worked his way down my long legs and then began the most amazing foot massage. I couldn't believe it. He rubbed the soles so well: gently gliding his fingers across them, firmly pressing down. I was in heaven. Simon was covering a lot of little pressure points like Shiatsu, running his fingers down to each toe and letting go after a firm press. It was really beautiful and just blew my mind thinking this guy could be my boyfriend!

"I'm going to try a special technique I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy," he said. "Go for it, big boy," I remember saying. He pressed the soles of my feet to his face. I felt a rush of excitement. Gently, and then firmly, he started doing with his tongue the same thing he had so masterfully done with his fingers. I let out a little gasp and I was getting wet. Oh, Simon. He returned to massaging with his fingers. "You can kiss them," I said. He started to kiss each toe. "You can suck on them too," I said boldly. "You're one step ahead of me," he said. He started sucking on my big toe. It was delicious. It was like he was sucking on a dick. Then he sucked each and every toe and all the little spots in between. I did ask him right then, and probably a few times after for fun during our time together, if he ever thought of a dick when he sucked my toes or was it always me on his mind. He said when he was involved with my feet that he was high and just in the moment. I smiled and said it didn't matter to me one way or another. He liked being coy but he said his being mysterious sometimes cost him when a girl started thinking he was bisexual so he said, for the record, he was definitely straight and he loved, completely loved my toes. I said I really believed him, not that he had to make an official statement. Basically, he was a beautiful man and opened me up. He was very free, no need to pin him down on his sexuality. Actions were speaking louder than any words and I was completely satisfied! I loved what he did with my feet so much that I eagerly wanted to return the favor, not something I usually did. Lucky for me, he had beautiful feet. That same night, I started in on his big toe and made it clear I was loving it like it was his cock. "So, now who's sucking cock?" he said. I looked right at him, his toes still on my face, "Who wants to know?"

I had him completely under my spell. I could feel his whole body quiver. He was like in a trance. I had him by the balls, so to speak, and we both loved it. I took a look at his cock and it was so hard and twitching like a volcano about to erupt with trickles of lava just beginning to roll down. This was paradise for both of us but I knew what would make it even better and would make that volcano erupt at any moment. He was about to reach for his cock when his wildest dreams must have been answered. We were both completely in the moment. I reached over and started to stroke his beautiful firm cock, totally enjoying the natural lubrication and all the time his foot in my mouth. I manipulated each toe with my tongue, ran my tongue all over his sole but didn't stray to far from the big toe, sucking and stroking until he was totally on the edge, beyond the edge, and let out an incredible spurt that flew out of his cock. He said he'd never had it so good! It was a revelation, a whole new way of looking at things! And it was also an incredibly amazing bonding experience. Something extraordinary had happened between us. He came but so had I. I had never thought I'd get so into feet before. I think of it as, overall, amazing sex, but feet were an important part, far more than I had known before.

Labels: erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, love, sex, Writing

The Flip Flop Girl's Story
How I Met Simon

I've been thinking about sharing more with all of you. As I say, I am grateful for all the responses I've gotten regarding flip flops and having a foot fetish and being willing to explore what it all means. What I want to do next is share with you a story about another guy in my life, maybe the one that got away. I'm still processing what happened between us. This was a couple of years ago. He was my boyfriend and I learned a lot from him. I'd even say he helped me reach a deeper level in my appreciation of myself and my body and sexuality, not just feet but definitely feet were important. I like to think of it as a deeper understanding of sensuality. I suppose I shed more of my inhibitions with him. I learned to love my whole body and to understand how my feet can be a portal to pleasure. I'd say there is still more I could learn and my experience with him taught me to reserve judgmnet and to follow my intuition. One area I am still curious about is how something so intimate has made its way into the mainstream as regular readers are well aware. And, as for loving feet, that too is still up for discussion but I already have the experience with it as well as an appreciation for its charms.

I was just thinking about Simon this morning. I went to one of my favorite haunts for a meal and some coffee. I brought the New York Times with me to keep me company. The weather was cooperative for sandals so I picked out the most upbeat flip flops I could find within my vast stash, a pair of funky Havaianas with green thongs and orange footbed. I suppose they kept me company too. As much as I was engrossed in reading, I was just as preoccupied in slipping my soles back and forth in my flips and pressing my toes into the buttery soft surface. Before I met Simon, I was already very much into flip flops. I remember when I used to work at a law firm I was the flip flop queen. Everyone would comment on my feet byway of my flip flops. Every girl wore flip flops but I guess I stood out because I seemed to always be sporting a different pair and my feet were always immaculate. You could eat off the soles of my feet and I know there were quite a few attorneys who would have been more than willing to do that. There was one I briefly dated that pretty much did just that one feverish night. Anyway, I had become a flip flop expert and so when I met Simon, it was a match between a flip flop queen and a very seasoned foot fetish king. I remember one of our first meetings, perhaps it was the first: we were at a diner, no it was more of a tavern. And he was so cute commenting on how the tavern wasn't really authentic but a replica of the real thing. We were actually on our first date. We'd met through an online dating thing and he must have taken special notice of my intense interest in flip flops. At the time, I'd come to feel very confident about it. He was a little shy to bring it up all at once. I could sense he was into feet. Maybe I felt him looking over at them. Or maybe he did say something. "That's very cool you're so into flip flops." Yeah, I think Simon did say that in passing. And I remember pretty much saying something similar to what was already in my personals ad:"I do love my flip flops. I've grown to love everything about them. I even love the very word, 'flip flop' and all its uses, even how it's used to show how politicians go back and forth in trying to bend the truth."

Those comments of mine really helped get the conversation going and helped Simon find his feet, sort of speak (ha, ha!), because he chose to express his interest in politics for awhile. He thought the whole system was suspect and that the media was more in love with following "flip flops" than the real issues. I couldn't agree more and I instantly became attracted to him. I had a feeling there was more to him and I wanted to give him a chance. He thought we were all floating along a very fluffy cloud most of the time unaware of what was really going on in the world, more inclined to navel gaze than anything else. Simon thought we just followed one celebrity mishap after another, one buzz word after another, one sound bite after another, and in the end, we were left jacked up with too much eye candy, over-stimulated, over-saturated, and over-sexed. It was funny how he put it: "I'm still trying to get a handle of this whole Generation X thing, just a fluffy label. And now we have Generation Y, and, God help us, we will damn well have Generation Z."

Oh,yeah, he was a member of Generation X, I was a member of Generation Y, and he feared his ten-year-old daughter would be a member of Generation Z.

In one fell swoop, I was seeing three individuals neatly separated into generational compartments. It was actually a pretty cool way for him to clue me into his having a kid and to give me a little nudge that he was older than me. He looked so young and sexy, still does. So, that wasn't an issue for me. It was a bit of an issue for him as I would learn.

He wondered often if he was too old for me. In hindsight, I wish I would have told him more firmly to shut the fuck up about that. If I didn't like him in any particular way, I sure as hell would have told him! I did grow to love that man. I think I could see something between us from that very first date. He is a handsome man and he has an elegant yet firm way about him. A charmer without pretending to be, you know. The real deal. And he knew a lot about a lot of things. And he was always pointing out things to me that helped me see the world a little differently or in a more interesting or critical way. Not negative, usually very supportive and positive insights. He did have his rants but I enjoyed them.

The whole thing about the tavern being fake really gets me to this day. And he was so fucking right. The tavern was in our artsy part of town, Capitol Hill, it's called Linda's Tavern. And it is an old structure with some street cred, at least enough for me. But Simon pointed out how the mounted deer head and the old posters, down to the distressed look to the bar and the booths were all just part of a packaged "look." It wasn't a real working class dive. People who frequented this bar would often be more of the middle class type than working class. And, definitely no truly sketchy characters. Not that anyone welcomes sketchy characters as a rule, right? But, well, it all depends. A bar like the Twilight, Simon pointed out, was authentic because it just was what it was, not pretty, but not trying to be ugly either. And it had a rougher crowd mixing with a more underground hipster crowd. It just felt more real because it was more real! And I guess that is what I learning to miss about Simon: he was far more real than a lot of what I'm seeing lately.

Labels: foot fetish, journal, literature, love, sex, Writing

More About My Boyfriend: What happened to My Jimmy Choo flip flops?

I only asked him for one thing for Christmas and it was a pair of Jimmy Choo flip flops. Or sandals. Just something special for my feet. Considering this boy his a high-adrenaline foot fiend, I though he'd jump at the chance to serve his woman, to grant her this wish. You know, just a little sign of affection, just a little gesture to show we're both on the same page. If he didn't want to lavish me with my potentially expensive request, like I say, he could have found something, anything in the ball park that he'd have known would have set the mood. He did get me a gift: a really nice perfume. Maybe he wanted to show me that he will do as he pleases, which is very likely. Or, and I don't think it's this one, he wanted to show me that he's more broadminded. I don't know if I'm making too much out of it. As I've seen it so far, all we share is sex and his intense interest in feet. I'm not saying that's wrong and I'm not saying it's the best situation. It just is what it is. He's very busy. And so am I. And we don't make time for each other. When we do hook up, it very quickly becomes sex. I don't know what I'm worried about. It just seemed odd to me that he wouldn't acknowledge it with some foot wear. It seems so fitting! And this boy does know my shoe size! He's not shy. Perfume is nice. Is that really in the ball park? Sort of. Did he want me to spray some on my feet? He never said that. I would think it would sort of get in the way. I prefer to avoid extra scents. It depends. Never say never, right? But I desire the sweat, the musk, the pheromones. I hope I haven't hurt is feelings. The way he acts sometimes, I wonder if he has any. He doesn't show them very well.

Labels: fashion, feet, flip flops, relationships, sex

Foot Fun for Everyone!

I think any average Joe or Jill can have a foot fetish and just consider it part of their bag of tricks. And I'm starting to conclude we're right at a tipping point where this won't be a big deal. Not quite there yet but just about. I always like it when something is still "underground" but it's going to be better for everyone as more and more people just loosen up, you know?

This is what I posted today in response to Jay's comments that we shouldn't be thinking in terms of a "regular guy" and a "weirdo" regarding having a foot fetish:

All you guys are great and thanks, Jay, for such a thoughtful post. I am so grateful for all of the feedback I get. I think there were times I felt a little alone on this whole foot fetish subject and my aim as been to show how it is already "out there" more than we all might realize.

I was focusing in on T's comments that he'd like to see more of a "regular guy" approach and I think his comments and my responses are the first steps in figuring things out. I think we'd all like to see an admiration of feet firmly in place in the culture with an admiration, for instance, of a nice ass, even lovely eyes. Now, I know we haven't quite gotten there, right? If a guy expresses admiration for feet, he doesn't know for sure how the comment will be taken by his buddies or a girl he likes. So, the thing to do is just put yourself out there and take the risk.

I think any guy or girl can take that risk of expressing an interest in feet. But it's like anything else: it's up to that person to have a sense of discretion. Say, if a guy was making endless comments about tits and staring at tits, he's not going to be taken seriously. If a movie wants to depict a sex scene that is out of control, it could be anything including some wild toe sucking on a bus. That actually sounds kinda hot but also excessive.

There are definitely levels of intensity to any sex. There are all these degrees you can go and you decide how far you want to go. If we haven't even reached the point where admiring feet is taken for granted, then we have a ways to go. But I have to tell you that I do hear a lot of positive comments. Girls, for instance, admire each other's feet. I think it's still hit or miss for guys.

I'll have to add Road Trip to the list! And I'll have to rent it!! I think I might go ahead and run this as a post too.

So, that's the bottom line: We want to get to the point where having a foot fetish is no big deal.

Now that I've had a chance to learn a little something about Road Trip, it sounds like this is a movie that definitely sent out a message when you consider the stars in it: Reese Witherspoon, Jennifer Love Hewitt, even Tom Green. These are the sort of personalities that play well in the heartland. So, maybe the message sent out in this case is a mixed message at best. I still have to see the film to be able to make the most intelligent comment so I'll come back to this one.

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The Regular Guy with a Foot Fancy

It would seem that portraying someone with a foot fetish has a way to go in film, at least in major motion pictures. I put an emphasis on major motion pictures because they're like any major media: they are the last to get a new trend and the first to make the general public aware of it. T had brought up some interesting issues with his greatly appreciated feedback to my last post. He found the guy with a foot fetish in Babette's Feet to be a stereotype that reinforces a negative image of a guy with a foot fetish. I lean more towards it being harmless fun. I think the movie does convey, for the most part, a sympathetic view but, for entertainment value, I do agree that this guy does come off looking odd. I have to say, though, that admiring women's pretty feet from afar is not necessarily going to be a pretty picture. Often, in art, you're going to see people do whatever the hell they want to do, whether it's ugly or not--something to consider.

Having said all that, I understand that there is a need for bringing things out more into the open and continuing to chip away at the stigma. Thinking about this dislodged another memory of movies with some foot fancy. This may be the healthiest depiction yet--very matter-of-fact. In the 2005 film, Rumor Has It, Mark Ruffalo makes an offhand remark that Jennifer Aniston has some "hot feet." Talk about progress! Here's a truly regular guy saying he admires a woman's sexy feet. No steamy sex scene, just a little comment without a French accent or leering eyes. Interesting how it is Mark Ruffalo who gets to dine on Meg Ryan's feet in her bad girl film, In the Cut. This actor is a whole New Modern Man of Film wrapped up in one person. It's also interesting that Rumor Has It is a Rob Reiner film. Reiner is responsible of Sleepless in Seattle, among other films, that try to tap into the zeitgeist. I'm not saying that Rob Reiner is particularly hip to what's going on but he tries. It is hilarious to imagine him seeing his sweet Girl-Next-Door leading lady from Sleepless having her toes munched on in In The Cut. In fact, I can't help but think Rob Reiner is simply making a direct reference to that film when he has Ruffalo say that Jen has "hot feet."

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