Keen. Amsterdams

I saw them when travelling.
Two backpacking girls waiting for the bus wore them. One had red ones, the other one a pair of cyans. I prefered the cyan one, probably because her lower legs were rather muscular and she wore a white knee-long skirt. I used all the time i got to stare at the lower parts of this girl and memorize her appearence. And thats what i retain of her by now.
I did a little research afterwards. Most Amsterdam wearers bought them for travelling, as they are said to be "cute and comfy".














Neither sight nor memory trigger any desire to be strung up by the girl wearing the cyan ones, or at least the urge to get the admission to lick her wonderfull keens.
But i promise to think of them during my next rendezvous with the noose...

I dreamt a dream, what can it mean,...

I dreamt it long ago, when i was sixteen and secretly in love with a girl who i only knew by sight. I adored her, but never dared to get close to her.
So the dream was setted in the shoolbuilding, and i was stalking her through empty hallways in order to get a glance of her appearence.
Then somehow i had her shoes, black chinese style mary janes, in my hands and i felt profound happieness.
Then i woke up into my real life, excempt of my princess as well as her shoes. And i was quite despaired.

My shoe-fetish seems to be a very profound one. But i dont know much of its origin. I only wonder by now, why in this dream i seemed to be more lucky about getting my hands on her shoes, than on her body. Probably since i am not worthy to get near the woman i adore, i focus on objects belongig to her.
Of course it is much deeper than that as i often feel attracted by women, primarily by the shoes they wear, their bodies and faces seem to be secondary.

Why I am an admirer of wardrobe remixing:

As said before, I use to lurk around fotosites. And through my collecting of imagery I encountered the importance of tags. And there is one tag that especially caught my attention: “wardrobe remix”.
Out there is a bunch of creative girls and women who like to experiment with the clothes they have, take a photo of themselves and put it online then.
The point about that activity is that women depicting themselves in that manner, try to be stylish and neat and moreover, as if according to the feminist rule, they portrait themselves for each other, for a female audience and not primordially for sex oriented male's interest. So all the cheap blond bikini-flics are missing in this category, being only one advantege more.
Especially for one degraded guy like I am, this is what it has to be: a type of woman you desire. But which you will never get.
The untouchable woman!