As far as the Old Lady is concerned being gay was never so much about gender and genitalia; rather, it’s about the boots. She has boot envy.
The ones she really wanted were black Harley Davidson motorcycle boots, with steel toes and thick rubber soles. The ones she got looked like work boots except that they were baby blue with white stitching (how precious!), and they were given to her by the mother of her now-ex-girlfriend. Both ex and ex-mom-in-law were afraid that, left to her own devices, the Old Lady would look “too butch.”
Is there really any such thing?
When Nancy Sinatra sang “These boots are made for walking…” she was only partly right. Boots are made for hiking, biking, climbing, marching, stomping, dancing, kicking ass!
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Boots aren’t just footwear. Boots are attitude, a way of telling the world “Back off! I can take care of myself!”
Wearing boots sends the Old Lady’s confidence level soaring. She feels strong and capable. She feels like she’s on her way… she may not know exactly where she’s going but she’s making great time in her boots! And the scenery is wonderful!
TxB2Gd for BOOTS!
Kick it, girl!! I long to get a pair of boots. I always had them as a kid because, living in NH, they were kind of necessary at certain times of the year. I have some big ol’ rubber boots that were my birthday present this year (a Nor’easter arrived the day before my birthday, which was the day after my beloved bought them, so it was a real blessing to have those boots!!) But, oh, to have a pair of Doc Martens! Not very practical for the line of work I’m in, but… but… but….