Kilt Week Begins with Kilted Monday Moons!

What is it about a guy in a kilt? Is it that rugged Scottish guy thing, or is it because you assume (or hope!) he's got nothing on under that little bit of tartan and all you have to do is lift it up to find a truly adorable ass? Or that an errant breeze will give you a glimpse of treasures beyond your wildest dreams?








Or is it the tantalizing mystery of it all? It could be that it takes a real man to be able to pull off wearing a plaid skirt, but it could be the accent that we associate with men in kilts. The Scots have that lovely burr that goes along with the tendency to refer to women as lassies, as opposed to chicks or any other euphemism for the female you can name. There's something endearing about that.



















Then there's that swashbuckling aura. I mean, a guy in a kilt should be carrying a sword, right? He should be ready to fight for your honor or your love or your freedom. Countless Highlander romance novels have played with that theme, so there must be something to it.



























What are your thoughts? Why do you go nuts over a man in a kilt?