I've just had a few days of kiltedness and it was definitely a learning experience.

First was just another day at work. I go kilted most Friday's, now, and my colleagues are more than fine with it. But last Friday, I met my sister in town after work and we saw "Avenue Q". Putting aside the show (which was really good), my sister said on the night that I was upstaging her - not with rancour, or anything, it was just an observation. She later said that there was a group of gay guys admiring it from afar. :-)

Today, after some deliberation, I put a kilt on again. It turned out this was a good move because it helped support my aching back. But my sister and I later went shopping at Sydney's only Ikea store. Being a public holiday, the place was packed. This time, she called the experience intimidating. I was blissfully unaware of other males eyeing up why she was in the company of a kilted male...

I guess I've gotten used to ignoring this. Or maybe I've never really noticed it in the first place. Then, too, she has been a little critical of it, though she's happy to let me wear it in public with her (unlike my brother who does not like it). So perhaps she might be being a little sensitive.

Then, too, this is Australia where I've found people are much less forthcoming about a kilt than in the US.

Wade.