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Do My Ankles Turn You On?

October 23, 2013

Ankles

While at dinner the other night, the topic of ass men vs. breast men came up. For those of you just hearing these terms, it’s my belief, and many other people’s for that matter, that when it comes down to one or the other — a Sophie’s Choice situation, if you will — there are men who prefer the butt and men who prefer the boobs. Though I am not a man — but wouldn’t it be cool to be one for a day? — something tells me this has to do with how they like their hands to be filled: encasing our derrieres or kneading our grab bags. Either way, it’s apparent that the preferred area be supple, or so I thought…

During this mid-meal T vs. A discussion, I learned about a new area of the body that makes a man move from six to midnight; the ankle. That’s right, that boney area poking out from the bottom of your trousers or the top of your stilettos apparently has the same appeal as the lady bits you’re likely more used to and aware of flaunting. At first I thought this was a fetish thing, like people who love feet or belly buttons or nostrils, but after a little investigatory work, it turns out that ankles are a legitimate…turn on(?!).

To give a brief lesson in history, ankles were one of the ways women could really “seduce” a man in the eighteenth century since their boobs were already perked up and on display. So, is it possible that ankles hold as much tantalizing power as they did back during the Regency Era? Probably not since ankles are about as visible and inconsequential today as a nose. But in looking at the above image, I can’t deny the sensuality of the naked ankles at right  (slut!) and the provocativity (I made up this word) of the ones just poking out between the cuffed denim and gold brogues at left (tease!). So, I suppose the lesson here is that, when it comes to seducing a man, we should take a little more caution when shaving around the ankle bones and neglect our socks until our exposed joints can no longer handle the brisk breeze. I guess it’s a good thing that culottes are in and that I love flaunting my shoes as much as I do.