Honor the name of it

The fighting sheen of it The yellow, the green of it The white, the blue of it The swing, the hue of it The dark, the red of it Every thread of it! The fair have sighed for it The brave have died for it Foemen sought for it Heroes fought for it Honor the […]

The fighting sheen of it
The yellow, the green of it
The white, the blue of it
The swing, the hue of it
The dark, the red of it
Every thread of it!
The fair have sighed for it
The brave have died for it
Foemen sought for it
Heroes fought for it
Honor the name of it
Drink to the fame of it—
The Tartan!
—Murdoch MacRae

A friend of mine just stepped up with an offer I couldn’t refuse, in terms of a trade for my Utilikilts credit. I worked a lot of very entertaining, but very hard hours in booths all over the bar area, getting men out of pants and into kilts.

Utilikilts has come a long way since then; they have a flagship store in Seattle now, and wholesale to select kilt vendors nation wide.

In the old days, the booths were run on a shoestring, by a staff of very few employees, and many volunteers, who did it out of love for the product. The pay? If you worked a long hard day, you’d get a kilt. and maybe a t-shirt. But we didn’t do it for the pay, we did it because it was so goddamn much fun.

Part carnival barker, part sales rep; part freak show, part haberdasher, part lifestyle counselor, part pirate, part street performer. I’ve never accosted so many strangers, copped so many feels, been flirted with by both genders, as much as I have at fairs and fests and games, when I used to shout things like “Sir, have you considered FREEEEDOM from TROUSER TYRANNY?

It was some of the most fun I’ve ever had working.

It was work though. Hell on knees and ankles; long, long hours bending, stretching, fetching, measuring. Hours roaming and passing out cards, offering what was, for most people, a first look at a concept. Because that’s what the utrilikilt was; not just a garment, but a new kind of garment. We’ve all seen a kilt before, or a sulu, a sarong. But this wasnt exactly any of those. It was a technical object, an exaggeratedly masculine garment. A skirted garment for men without a cultural reference.

The thing with MUGs (Men’s Un-bifurcated Garments), is that they mostly come from somewhere. Scotland, Indonesia, Africa, Polynesia, or even Rome. The Utiliikilt, though, comes from nowhere but Seattle, WA. It wasn’t a reference to ‘what we wear back home’ or ‘what my ancestors wore’; it was a statement on it’s own. “This is what I wear,” it said, for no reason other than because I want to.

That’s come a long way in four or five years. Now, when I wear my Utilikilts, people don’t say ‘is that a kilt?’ or ‘nice skirt’; they say “hey, Utilikilt!” The concept is winning it’s way into the culture. And I feel I’ve done my part for that. I own seven or eight Utilikilts; I wear them, if not daily, then at least weekly. I own no suit, no tuxedo; I wear kilts for fancy dress affairs.

On the other hand, I’ve stopped fighting the fight. I don’t usually wear my kilts to work (they just don’t suit sitting at a desk that well; ladies, you know what I mean). I don’t feel I have to wear a kilt just to make a statement. I wear them because I like them, because they’re flattering, and because they’re comfortable.

All those fairs I worked brought me a lot of joy, some *action* (if you know what I’m sayin’), and a lot of kilts. I didn’t buy most of my kilts, and I still wound up with several Utilikilts worth of credit.

Thing is, I don’t really need another UK right now. I look at the lineup and can’t think of anything they have, that I need.

So my hard-earned kilt fund is getting turned into another kind of kilt.

I just ordered fabric samples from my favorite Highland Kilt maker, J Higgings in Kansas City. When I get back from Seattle, I’m going to place an order for a new kilt in some variation of Red MacRae Tartan, a compliment to the one I already have in MacRae Hunting.

It’ll be something like this:

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Hey, sometimes a guy needs to go old-school.

girls who like men who wear kilts

The wise and incredibly hot Merrick says, of modern kilt wearers: The type of guy who wears a kilt regularly is not only stylish and can dress himself, but is, most certainly, a pervert. I mean, I know that kinky sex and nerdiness pretty much go hand in hand, but kilt wearers are just a […]

The wise and incredibly hot Merrick says, of modern kilt wearers:

The type of guy who wears a kilt regularly is not only stylish and can dress himself, but is, most certainly, a pervert. I mean, I know that kinky sex and nerdiness pretty much go hand in hand, but kilt wearers are just a class of their own. For one, you’ve got the obvious exhibitionist factor, because if you are wearing a kilt you better expect at least one bold lady (who may or may not be inebriated) to come up and ask if you’re wearing that kilt “traditionally”. She might even try to peek. And as a perverted wearer of kilts, you might just let her. Or encourage it. I think this is a good time to point out that if you want to be dating the type of guy who wears a kilt, you really have to be okay with this type of behaviour. Expect it, and expect it regularly. Those perverts. And for two? Well, I’m sure most guys are familiar with the appeal of a button fly on women’s jeans. Utilikilts, at least, are just a belt buckle away from a very… eye catching flourish of removal.

(I won’t quote the part where she then says kilt wearers are snuggly-wuggly little bunnies, you have to get over there yourself to see that part.

I point this posting out not just because she drops my name (though sure, that’s enough), but also because she does a great job of conveying the modern kilt thing, as fashion, lifestyle, and point of view.

I haven’t written a lot about kilts lately; I haven’t been working Utilikilts booths the last couple years, and wearing my kilt has become so ordinary in my life that it no longer seems to warrant special mention; so I like to see the female perspective on it.

Kilt – Sold.

Wow, that didn’t take long. I listed my kilt on ebay yesterday with a ‘buy it now’ price and it got snapped up already. Nice. I’m suddenly thinking, what *else* can I sell on ebay? (kids. I wonder how much kids would get)

Wow, that didn’t take long. I listed my kilt on ebay yesterday with a ‘buy it now’ price and it got snapped up already.

Nice. I’m suddenly thinking, what *else* can I sell on ebay?

(kids. I wonder how much kids would get)

Survival Utilikilt for Sale

I have a Utilikilt for sale if anyone’s interested: 42 short, black twill survival kilt. This is a $270 kilt from the shop; I’ve worn it maybe twice, washed it once. It’s brand new in effect. I’ll take $200 for it. This is a terrific kilt, but of all my kilts it’s just the one […]

I have a Utilikilt for sale if anyone’s interested:

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42 short, black twill survival kilt. This is a $270 kilt from the shop; I’ve worn it maybe twice, washed it once. It’s brand new in effect.

I’ll take $200 for it.

This is a terrific kilt, but of all my kilts it’s just the one I wind up pulling out least. Click the photo above to go look at the details, it’s got a million features. Only reason I’m selling it is that I need to replace my Workman’s kilt which I wear constantly, so this one’s gotta go.

If you’re interested and you’ve never worn a utilikilt, that’s an actual waist size, not your jeans size. (God dammit, I can’t find a way to deep-link to the UK sizing page. I gotta talk to ’em about that – if you need help, let me know).

Balls Out

A one minute google exercise didn’t turn up the origin of the phrase ‘balls out’. But we all know what it means; full bore, full throttle, maximum speed, turned to 11..

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A one minute google exercise didn’t turn up a definitive origin of the phrase ‘balls out’. But we all know what it means; full bore, full throttle, maximum speed, turned to 11.

So the origin isn’t particularly important.

What is important is that it’s how I generally do things. The usual quote goes “I have two speeds, all the way on, and all the way off.” I see speed limits as optional, and fundamentally think they’re a bad idea. I don’t like limits. I don’t like rules. I don’t do things a little bit.

I dive deep. I drink hard. I like to push it ’til it breaks, I like to go ’til it hurts.

Again though, that’s not the point. That’s background data. I don’t drive slow. Ever. Today though, I did something I’ve never done before.

I was late for work. We had the big WWDC announcement, and my project was on deck. I wanted to be in the room at work when the announcement played, wanted to hear the reaction of people around me. So even more than usual, I was in a rush to get out.

I took the doors off my jeep this weekend. The top came off a couple weeks back. I like it best with the doors off; I like the hairy-edge, imminent danger feeling. The road rushing by. Air swirling around me.

I’m wearing a kilt today. Camo UK. It’s pretty windy here today in northern california.

Until now, I’ve never done these two things together. Doors off, kilt on.

So I came roaring out of my driveway and blasted up my street to the main road, and I did it my usual way, balls out, knobby tires humming and screeching. Full blast up the street, with a wicked cross-wind.

And the phrase balls out became quite literally true. The kilt blow all the way up, all the way open.

It took a lot of careful tucking to get the kilt under control since of course, I didn’t slow down. Alas, no schoolgirls were flashed, I don’t pass a school on the way to work. But I tell you, it may be a sunny day, but christ on a crutch, my balls were cold when I got to work.

I’ll have to think about an alternate closure system. I don’t mind flashing, but indeed, I prefer to control it.

Sporran Nation — don’t call it a purse!

I blogged a couple weeks ago about Jen Cantwell of Sporran Nationand the skull sporran she was making me.

I blogged a couple weeks ago about Jen Cantwell of Sporran Nation and the skull sporran she was making me.

I just got it:

Skull Sporran

And a thing of beauty it is.

Jen is absolutely wonderful, and this sporran is incredibly well made. The strap is better quality that that of most sporrans I’ve seen, and the lining — a red-purple two tone silk that’s yummy enough to eat (As is Jen herself).

Thanks Jen, ‘yer a fuckin’ peach. I bet I sell a mess of these for you when I wear it at the Utilikilts booth.

I’ll post pictures of me wearing it with the leather Utilikilt as soon as I can arrange it.

Skull Sporran

So I have this leather Utilikilt. I earned it by working a lot of shows the last couple years, and it’s a thing of beauty, truly. Only problem with it is that, unlike a regular Utilikilt, it has no pockets. This means I’ve gotta wear either some sort of waist pouch or a sporran. But […]

So I have this leather Utilikilt. I earned it by working a lot of shows the last couple years, and it’s a thing of beauty, truly.

Only problem with it is that, unlike a regular Utilikilt, it has no pockets. This means I’ve gotta wear either some sort of waist pouch or a sporran.

But all the sporrans I have are intended to go with my highland kilt, and just look too damned scottish to my eye when put with a leather Utilikilt.

So I got to thinking, what I need is something more hard-core. More edgy. Studs, maybe. I was thinking about having a local leather worker make me a biker-lookin’ sporran.

Then I started thinking about just buying a really plain one and decorating it, maybe a skull broach or something, maybe put some studs on it myself. I starting looking for things like that, and then it occurred to me to just google skull sporran.

And what do you know. Someone makes it already:

www.sporran-nation.co.uk

I talked to Jen, the lady who runs that shop (The sporran-maker herself), and she’s making me a custom skull sporran, black on black. And better yet, we worked out a barter deal. She’s an absolute sweetheart, and I can’t wait to see the sporran she’s working on for me.

I’m absolutely thrilled. This is the sporran I wanted. Something that’s me, that’s custom. The idea came to me after seeing my friend Corrine, who’s all about the bat tattoos, wearing a bat-shaped sporran with her leather kilt. That was the idea I needed; not some generic highland thing, but something that says Karl Elvis.

TC Wallet Chain

God, I love Tony Creed’s work. He’s the skull ring guy. Anyone wannna buy me a gift? I want this Sick Azz Wallet Chain by TC. It would look awesome with my leather kilt. Damn, that rocks.

God, I love Tony Creed’s work. He’s the skull ring guy.

Anyone wannna buy me a gift?

I want this Sick Azz Wallet Chain by TC. It would look awesome with my leather kilt.

Damn, that rocks.

Our neighbors are Angels

Kilt Booth, Tattoo Show. Executive summary — not a match made in heaven, at least not this show. We didn’t sell many kilts. I met Jack Rudy, but didn’t wind up getting tattooed.

Kilt Booth, Tattoo Show.

Executive summary — not a match made in heaven, at least not this show. We didn’t sell many kilts. I met Jack Rudy, but didn’t wind up getting tattooed.

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Central Coast Tattoo Expo

So I’m going to my first tattoo convention ever. A funny idea, considering I have tattoos older than some of the people likely to be tattooing there. Time was I kept meaning to go to these things and never got around to it, then later, I just didn’t feel the call. There are better places […]

So I’m going to my first tattoo convention ever. A funny idea, considering I have tattoos older than some of the people likely to be tattooing there. Time was I kept meaning to go to these things and never got around to it, then later, I just didn’t feel the call. There are better places to get tattooed, there are plenty of times you can meet cool artists.

Funnier still given that a crucial scene in my novella, Wanton, takes place at a tattoo convention.

Anyway, as noted before, I’m working the Utilikilts booth this weekend, March 5th/6th, at Central Coast Tattoo Expo. It’s going to be a different scene; we’re open late, I’m used to early morning to early afternoon for these deals. This one goes lunchtime to almost midnight, so I can see it’s going to be some work. But it will be interesting. Utilikilts have never had a booth at a tattoo show before.

We’re going to be there both days, Saturday all damned day and then sunday it looks like 10:30 to 6pm.

Half of me is totally looking forward to this. This other half would like to be sleeping the whole weekend. God knows I could use the sleep.

But I do have one goal; I’d like to get a tattoo while I’m there. I’m not sure I’ll be able to do it, it depends on who’s working where, who’s free, who can do what I have in mind. But I want a number 13. The reason I might not be able to get it is that if I get it where I want it, on my hand, I won’t be able to do that until the end of the show. I can’t fit kilts all day with a fresh tattoo on my hand, I’ll fuck it up. We’ll see though; I might not have time, I might not hit the right artist, and I might change my mind about what/where. I just have this image in my mind that I can’t shake, of the number 13 on my hand.

Not that I can’t come up with other ideas. Plenty of them.

In any case, I’m hoping for some good stories about this booth.