Yesterday morning, around sunrise, I went out for a walk in a yellow nylon jacket, black T-shirt, patterned black tights, and a rayon pleated skirt. By the time I was ready to turn around, I was tired of having something as confining as tights on, so I took them off. On the way back, I met two dog walkers. The second was the mother of a former schoolmate of my son's, and I talked to her for a while. No remark at all about the skirt, but if she'd asked, I'd have called it a "kilt". I've had other skirts that were far less kilt-like called "kilts," and I figure most people have an easier time accepting a skirt-like garment on a man if they can call it a kilt. A definite win-win.
I was glad I'd taken the tights off, because I would have had a harder time feeling confident that I didn't look like a transvestite. Maybe she wouldn't have cared, but I am not able to not care.
At noon, my Utilikilt arrived. I wore it all afternoon -- See my post in "Kilts, Kilts" (http://www.skirtcafe.org/forums/viewtopic.php?t=9740)
That evening, I went to a contra dance. I didn't wear a skirt there, because the dance was sponsored by a local church, I'm not "out" in my community, and I figured, if we want the church to continue sponsoring dances (so no hall rent!), the last thing we need is for them to get wierded out by the people who come to the dances. If it gets to be a regular thing and church members get hooked, maybe I'll try a skirt. I didn't wear the Utilikilt because it just didn't look good.
