Sometimes I do not understand the motives that drive me. Sometimes I just follow the evil voice inside.
Kilts, people. I am interested in photos of you in your kilts, particularly you men. So put your kilt on and take a photo. Send it to me at eobnow[AT]yahoo[DOT]com.
I am unsure what I shall do with said kilt photos. I am awaiting direction from the evil voice.
I smolder with curiosity over what this post might bring, if it brings anything at all. Feel free to share this with any kilt associations or groups.
What, what, what does it all mean?? I know not, at least not yet, but thank you in advance for your support.
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I don't have any photos of me (or Dean) in a kilt, but I've got lots of strangers in kilts if you're interested:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/seawren/sets/72157600012744260/
Fuck. Now I'm going to have to go buy a kilt. And those motherfuckers are expensive.
Oh my.
OOOOOOOHHHHHH my-oh-my-oh-my.
I've just gotten my first photo and people, it's more than I could have hoped for.
Please everyone, spread the word. I'm going to leave this post for a bit in order to give everyone a chance.
sxK: Great photos! Thanks.
Dean: I think the kilt thing is so so so hot, you should seriously consider the investment.
I've got pictures of me in a kilt. What's it worth to you? Or maybe the better question, What's it worth to me? :-D
men in kilts = hot
I'm gonna hit the thrift shops and search for a kilt.
I've worn a dress before. I'm not afraid, but you probably should be.
Trée: It is worth untold riches to all of us, baby.
Exposed: I know. Why is that? All men look hot in kilts. Yay kilts!
Hal: I am NOT afraid. I am waiting by my computer with the lipid eyes of a tween as she awaits the download of the latest "High School Musical 2" track.
"I don't know where you've been, but I think you won first prize!"
Sorry, that's all I know about kilts.
speaking of smoldering
i have some ideas
Ben, I'm not entirely sure I understand your meaning, but if it gets me first prize, who cares?
Hi Satan. Where ya been baby? And what sorta lead are you swinging beneath your tarty tartans, huh baby? Oh well, **kisses** and happy to have you back on the scene.
I applaud the kilting of brawny men everywhere and I beseech the honorable Lady O'Brassy, Esq. to compose a vibrant visual sonnet to tantalize us with tartans, thrill us with utilikilts, pleasure us with pleats.
I am Loops and I approve of this post.
(sigh) no kilts. And, still suffering from delusions that someday I'll be promoted to Erin O'Brian "writer buddy"....
Crap. Sorry, spelled your name wrong... IT WAS AN HONEST MISTAKE, DAMN IT! ;-(
I wore a kilt in a 6th grade PTA "world tour", In a junior play in high school (Mr. MacPhearson), and competed in a Highland games compition (second in the stone toss, first place in the anvil throw). Somehow, I have no photos of these memorable events. Sorry.
Hey Loops--I only got a couple of photos, but I love 'em! Be on the lookout ...
Whitenoise: I'll come whatever you call me, baby--or spell me.
Apogee_v: No matter, the image of your strapping figure hurling an anvil is emblazoned forever on my mind. Thanks.
Sandy, a true highlander, had partaken of too much whiskey, and on his way home he decided to lie down at the side of the road for a wee rest. He fell peacefully asleep.
The sun was just coming up the next morning when two maids came down the road. Giggling, they lifted Sandy's kilt and, consumed with fits of laughter, they tied a blue hair-ribbon around (well, you know).
The sun was high in the sky when Sandy woke at last. He rose and stretched, then sidled up against the stone wall and hoisted his kilt in order to answer the morning call of nature. Feeling something amiss, he looked down to see the ribbon, tied in a precise bow.
"Och, laddie, laddie, laddie," he said, "I dinna know where we've been, but I'm gratified to see that we won first prize."
For me, it's a skirt on a man, period. I don't need tartans or pleats.
Once my husband and I followed a guy in a skirt through Target. His skirt was sort of a rugby type, leather deal. HOT STUFF!!! I remember him well. I also like the hippy-type of skirts on men at Dead concerts or contra dances. Yum. An Indonesian sarong is good, too.
Good luck gathering photos! Katherine
ooooh I have a pic of Jim in a kilt. He might just shoot me if . . .
.... I got hitched in a kilt..... and afterwards, the Missus said that I was thereby banned from ever wearing a kilt again.....
.... something about flashing.... hey, I thought people had senses of humor at weddings?!...
Eric
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