Quote Originally Posted by Rex_Tremende View Post
... No one but me knows that the pleat depth is wildly uneven or that other shortcuts have been made. ...
Umm. Rex? We ALL know now.

Last night I had Thanksgiving dinner with a lesbian couple and some of their friends and family. Good food, good friends. I adore them.

First time I ever wore a kilt in public was at the Pagan wedding of another lesbian couple. There were lesbians everywhere. A couple of years before the wedding, the partner of one of the women getting married had died suddenly from a pulmonary embolism. My date for the wedding was the deceased woman's elderly mother (who also, has been a friend of my family for practically ever). She is a lady in every sense of the word, warm and giving, a joy to be with, intelligent and now at 84 is sharp as the ubiquitous tack.

At the wedding, none of the lesbians asked the question; since the wedding, none of the lesbians have asked the question. At the wedding the only one who asked the question was my date. She was my first and though I was surprised that this lady would ask, I think that she was equally as surprised because she turned a lovely shade of pink. In answer, all she got was a hug. We are very close and converse the phone for at least an hour once a week (she's in New Mexico and I'm not).

While none of my lesbian friends care what's under my kilt (though their dogs seem to be quite curious), they do like a man in a kilt.