Ok, I won a kilt on a bet. A friend of mine bet me that I couldn't find ten women who would date a man in a skirt (I know, a kilt is not a skirt, but that was the bet). I did it, in under 12 hours, I had no doubts. But, for some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to tell my Mum. She was pretty upset. She said I was doing in just for the attention, which isn't true but ya'll understand that. Her conclusion was I can't ever wear it around her. I just wanted to know how all of ya'll thought I ought to respond to this.

Oh, the bet is getting paid off next fall when my friend has cash after working for the summer. I'm probably going to opt for a utilikilt. If I like that, which I hope to G~d I do. I'm going to probably keep into this, envisioning a world where my closet doesn't hold pants.

Thanks ya'll.

Peace,
~Queue