the end of my barefoot summer

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When I was young, one of the more odd ways the genders differed was that men did not go without socks if they were wearing shoes. This was really hammered home for me when an actor on a TV show broke that stereotype, and people acted like he had taken up dancing in a pink tutu.

So deeply ingrained in me was this idea, along with a lack of confidence in my own lower parts, that even when I wore women's clothes, I always wore at least nylons with them. This continued even after I donated the last of my male clothes and had gone full time - socks or nylons were a must.

Then, this summer, something changed. Part of it maybe that after being stuck for years wearing thick socks and steel toed shoes for work I was ready for a change when I lost my job, but I think mostly it was that my displeasure in my toes and legs had gone down for reasons I don't understand.

The end result was that as soon as the weather permitted, I started going barefoot almost constantly. I'd put on my ballet flats to go out, but my socks and even my nylons stayed in the drawer.

Sadly, the weather is starting to turn again, and today I was cold enough that I included nylons in my outfit before I went out, and while there will be some barefoot days left, the end, at least for this year, is in sight.

I'm not entirely sure what the point I was trying to make with this blog, but ... there you go ...

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