Kilt Booth — PantheaCon

Looks like I’m going to be working a Utilikilts booth at an event called “PantheaCon” in San Jose this month. And you know, I’m still trying to figure out what the hell PantheaCon is all about. If you have some idea, hip me to it. It’s a four day event; I don’t yet know which […]

Looks like I’m going to be working a Utilikilts booth at an event called “PantheaCon” in San Jose this month.

And you know, I’m still trying to figure out what the hell PantheaCon is all about. If you have some idea, hip me to it.

It’s a four day event; I don’t yet know which days I’ll be there working, I’m still figuring that out. But if you’re going, talk to me, we’ll meet up at some point (Though I somewhat doubt that anyone who reads my blog is going to this event. I could be wrong, but my gut tells me that’s not my usual audience.)

More details as I get them.

A Fine Day on Folsom Street

Sunday: I lost count of how many penises I saw. We got dozens of men out of their pants. I fell in love with a woman who claimed not to like boys, but had a Daddy’s Little Girl tattoo. She asked to me adjust her corset and enjoyed when I ‘accidently’ felt her up, over […]

Sunday:

  • I lost count of how many penises I saw.
  • We got dozens of men out of their pants.
  • I fell in love with a woman who claimed not to like boys, but had a Daddy’s Little Girl tattoo.
  • She asked to me adjust her corset and enjoyed when I ‘accidently’ felt her up, over and over.
  • A Sister of Perpetual Indulgence fell in love with me.
  • My Kilt Inspector girlfriends showed up, but did not inspect my kilt.
  • Several other people did.
  • A woman asked to me twirl.
  • I twirled.
  • A beautiful woman said I was only her second choice for Big Bad Daddy. Which never happens.
  • A beautiful swinger couple almost took me home, and I should have gone.
  • …At least with HER.
  • I got a leather kilt.

And a very very good time was had by all.

Folsom Street Fair. The Utilikilts booth.

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Leather Sunday

I’m working the Folsom Street Fair today. This is the leather pride/BDSM fair, South of Market, SF. One of my favorite events to work. Yeah, it’s silly. That’s part of why I like it. Now that’s not to say BDSM is silly. Far from it; while I may not dress up in leather or role-play […]

I’m working the Folsom Street Fair today.

This is the leather pride/BDSM fair, South of Market, SF. One of my favorite events to work.

Yeah, it’s silly. That’s part of why I like it.

Now that’s not to say BDSM is silly. Far from it; while I may not dress up in leather or role-play full time, still, I’m bent in that general direction and am certainly as kinky as 98% of the people I’l meet today.

No, it’s the scene that’s silly, with it’s ‘play dress-up’ mentality and it’s rules and stagey vibes of ‘top’ and ‘bottom’. Silly in a very good way, of course. But the fair is silly for lots of other reasons; the kinky and the odd and the people who just like to play dress-up all come out. We’ll see people in chain mail, people in silk, corsets, as much nudity as people can get away with, we’ll see leather and codpieces and people in chains and people playing out games they usually keep in the bedroom. We’ll see posing and pretending, but also those who say “I can be me, here, today”.

Silly. In the best possible way.

Also very titilating. I come home from this event charged up and ready to rock.

The kilt inspector girls from the my last highland games promised they’d show up; we’ll see if they do. I promise, ladies, no names forgotten, but you still owe me pictures.

Thus I shall strap on my kilt, lace up my boots, and off I go north to liberate you from your pants.

Kilt Inspectors

I should remember, when I say “I don’t feel like working the kilt booth“. I should remember that I always have a great time. Always. Screwing with people. “You’re not wearing a kilt today, sir! We can hep you with that problem – we can liberate you from those trousers!” “This is a kilted event, […]

I should remember, when I say “I don’t feel like working the kilt booth“. I should remember that I always have a great time. Always.

Screwing with people.

You’re not wearing a kilt today, sir! We can hep you with that problem – we can liberate you from those trousers!

This is a kilted event, sir!, Why are you not kilted?

Or when the guy’s ignoring me and his female companion is not:

You see, she understands, Sir! She wants you in a kilt!” (I turn and speak to her) “Oh, yes, she understands all right.”

You’re walking away sir! Tell me, where did my pitch go wrong?

I could do this all day. It’s like being a carnival barker, you need a good spiel, and you need to be able to think fast and do the verbal spar with people.

But then the day turned more interesting.

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Dressed to Kilt

I should talk about the kilt thing. But what I want to talk about is working the kilt both, so let's do a short version of 'why kilts'. Or maybe not so short, this one seems to be getting longer…

I should talk about the kilt thing.

But what I want to talk about is working the kilt both, so let’s do a short version of ‘why kilts’. Or maybe not so short, this one seems to be getting longer and longer. Either way if you’re not interested in kilts, go back to google and search for some ugly pants.

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