Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Looking Under the Kilt
They're really the next-best thing to skyclad.
My friend Stephanie Fox always says, "Every guy looks better in a kilt."
As usual, she's right.
If there's an identifiable Pagan Male mode of dress, the kilt would probably be it. Me, I'd wear one every day if I could get away with it.
Well, but I live in Minneapolis, where—self-effacement being core to Scandinavian-ness—it's considered poor form to draw too much attention to oneself in public.
Besides which, I'm a person who—for the good and the ill of it—people tend to notice. It took me a long time to learn to Walk Unseen and, frankly, I value the ability.
Well, but today's Beltane, so screw the cowans and their bloody trousers. Today, I'm kilting all the way.
Let the poor, sad, colorless cowans look if they like.
Let 'em look, and wonder.
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Tuesday, 01 May 2018
My definition of "kilt" is broad enough to include sarongs, for sure.
They sure are easier on the gear than wool. -
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At the large men's gathering I attend in the summer, the sarong is still de rigueur for many of the participants. Some that are new to faerie culture take possession of their first sarong as part of their rite of passage into the community. Kilts make their appearance, but often in a seeming effort to "butch it up" a little in the face of so much feminine attire in the subculture.