Got questions? It's my standard reply when I get asked what I wear under my kilt. First, it's an answer that never fails to get a grin. Second, it never answers the question that their asking. When you're a six foot tall (six-foot-two in my New Rock boots), bald, beefy, ex-rugby player from good Southern farming stock who looks like he could cause some serious damage in a fight, no one dares lift it up to find test my answer.
I've been a fan of the kilt (or more specifically the Utilikilt) for nearly 7 years and have dressed almost exclusively in kilts for the past 2 years. Even when forced to wear bifurcated garments (i.e., pants), I quickly strip down into one of my kilts as soon as I get home. There's comfort, there's style, there's the pleasure that can only come from standing on a floor vent.
Stepping into the kilt transforms you. You walk with your head high and you take more powerful strides. Your confidence level reaches redline capacity. That "fuck you" mentality washes over and you can take on anyone and anything. The testosterone levels begin to redline. You don't like that I'm wearing a "skirt"? Don't give a rat's ass. The kilt is true menswear. Sits on your hips, always fits, and best of all, women find them sexy as hell.
The men who tease me are just jealous that they don't have the balls to wear one—or put their hand under my kilt to answer the question for themselves.—C. Brian Devinney, NYC
