A Scots visitor complained about the “dignity, morals and respect” of women in Stalybridge – after her husband was repeatedly groped because he was wearing a kilt.
“I’ve never seen this kind of thing before,” she said from their home in Scotland. “I’ve been to goodness knows how many functions where men have been wearing kilts and I’ve never known behaviour like it.”
Men in kilts. Why do we love them?
Even when they wear pink shirts?
Men in kilts are deemed sexy. Yes, just go ask Sharon Struth, author of The Hourglass and the soon to be released, Share The Moon. The woman can’t contain herself. Of course she knows that here in Scotland men don’t go around dressed like this…
In our weather? They’d get pneumonia for a start. I just don’t know how to break it to her it would be…. in your dreams, doll.
Settle. We all know you’re secretly planning to bite my throat or something. Where were we? Oh yes. Kilts. Well, here’s the thing,growing up in Scotland men in kilts were kind of infra dig. Sexy? Excuse me. Now just go put sexy kilts into Google and see what comes up.
Also google kilts… I did and found this.
“Thomas Rawlinson was an 18th-century English industrialist who is widely reputed, though not without controversy, to have been the inventor of the modern kilt.“
Which doesn’t make a lot of sense when Wikipedia also says,
‘The kilt is a knee-length garment with pleats at the rear, originating in the traditional dress of men and boys in the Scottish Highlands of the 16th century.’
I’m kind of thinking that there’s been a mix up with plaids and kilts. Plaids being what the Highland clans wore, the colours and patterns. associated with the local weavers. In the aftermath of Culloden…
the Dress Act of 1746 attempted to bring the warrior clans under government control by banning the tartan and other aspects of Gaelic culture.
While I never said exactly when His Judas Bride was set, I always saw it before then when the clans were very much laws unto themselves and thought nothing of knocking one another’s socks off. Their kilts too. It’s what the battle for Lochalpin is about really….
Anyway, enough of this history stuff. Kilts? I did a little asking around about why we find men in kilts sexy. A woeful 80 percent thought it was because of what was underneath. Yes. Shocking, eh? 4 percent liked the ‘wiggle waggle’ whatever that is… 7 percent liked the whole Scottish business: Tartan. Castles, Nessie. The lot. 9 percent liked the bare knees.
Of course that was in my survey. You might have a different answer but there is no denying that men in kilts have taken off. Do you find them sexy and if so…why?
Seriously..oh come …don’t you want the big reveal?
Or would that be what’s under it?
Oh toughen up and get with the kilt…
I leave you with an extract from His Judas Bride…a heading towards a hot bit extract….
Reaching out her hand she grasped the neck of the whiskey bottle. He stood on her path to heaven. What other choice did she have but to remove him?
She wiped her mouth. Then she cleared her throat. “Sir.” It was the most ludicrous formality, given what she planned, but she needed to start somewhere. Now he’d sat down on the edge of the bed, the opportunity was perfect, especially as he unfastened his tunic ties. “About… About…”
Every single drop of moisture evaporated from Kara’s mouth. How awful was this, to be so little skilled in the art of seduction when he was the Black Wolf of Lochalpin and this was her last card?
She ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them. “Why I ran away.” Touch him? She was going to have to. At least put one hand on his shoulder, so she could wriggle closer. “About…about there being someone else.”
Having her hand in a honey pot in a cave full of starving bears would be easier, considering the freezing glare he shot at her. Of course, he was cold. They both were.
“What about it?”
Must he be so difficult? So obtuse? When it was perfectly obvious?
“What do you think?”
Grasping her skirts she wriggled deliberately onto his lap. Not as gracefully as she’d have liked. Her teeth were chattering too badly for that and she’d done something to her ankle. She clutched another shallow breath, not just at her daring. Sweeping the damp hair back from the sides of his face, she pressed her mouth to his.
To love, honor, and betray…