I’ll admit I didn’t actually see much of the con part of PantheaCon. I didn’t go to any seminars on “Who’s Calling: Caller ID for the Gods” or “Mirror of My Soul: Relationship as a Magickal Art”. I didn’t go to anything called a ritual or a circle. I was too damned busy selling kilts all day, and I didn’t really feel like hanging around all evening just in case something dirty happened.

Maybe if I’d know which rituals would have been most likely to turn into naked romps, I’d have stayed.

But I tell you, them pagans, they buy a lot of kilts. We sold almost twice what we expected, and that with a short staff at the booth an a shortage of larger kilt sizes.

It was a really different venue than what I’m used to working. I’m used to being outside, in a street or street-like area. I’m used to events where people are drinking. I’m used to events where we can get loud, and where we need to work to get people into our booth.

Here, we were in a small area, inside. We didn’t need to be loud. We didn’t get to hustle people into the booth. They came to us, often faster that we could handle them. Normally we hand out business cards and work people as they walk buy, but here, everyone knew what Utilikilts are.

It was low key, and quiet, yet we were selling kilts as fast as we could go most of Saturday.

I’d work this event again. It’s fun to work close to home for once, someplace where I could get in and out without a long trip. And it was fun pretty much running the booth. I’ve always worked with people who are in charge until now so it was a change to have to wing stuff, make stuff up and not have anyone else to ask or tell. The guy who was supposed to be running the booth had to cancel, so we spent a lot of time figuring out what to do and how to do it.

I think we did a great job on this one.

Still, I missed the drunken kilt-inspectors. Vending isn’t the same when you don’t get or give some good grope.

Today and possibly most of the weekend (we’ll see about that), I will be Utilikilt-vending at PantheaCon in San Jose.

I actually, wonder of wonders, did find a reader who’s going. (Come ‘an give daddy a kiss, Sonja!). Not what I expected, but maybe she found me by accident via a google search.

In any case, I have no idea if this thing will be a somber, serious deal (which is what it sounds like from the web site), or if it will be more what I picture as a pagan revel. In either case, I’m always happy to sell kilts, get people out of their pants, and spread the word on kilted freedom.

I’m hoping I come home monday with interesting stories to tell. I usually, but not always, have them from kilt vending days. But I can tell you this much; I can resist anything but temptation. Temptation already got the better of me this week once, I ordered a one-of-a-kind (or very few of a kind) black Survival Kilt:

I called up Uncle Otto at the shop after seeing one of these few black Survivals in my stock for P-con, and got lucky. He had one, just one, in my size. And no more are being made in black. These are the kilts Richard Hatch wore (a little, when he wasn’t butt-naked) on the Survivor all-star show with my buddy Lex. Otto got this kilt into a second day air box and I’m awaiting it’s delivery as I type.

Temptation. My friend. My enemy. Don’t tempt me. Don’t dare me. I will. Some of you know it.

So I’ve got a new kilt to wear this weekend, and in a few minutes I’m going to load up my van with 300lbs of kilts, and head downtown. But first, one more cup of coffee, and where is that delivery guy?

So I walked out today to find 300+ lbs of Utilikilts on my lawn.

And I now have this song stuck in my head:

“ Every day, I get up and pray to Jah
And he decreases the number of clocks by exactly one
Everybody’s comin’ home for lunch these days
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn”

In any case, I have the kilt stock for the Utilikilts both at PantheaCon in my garage. If anyone who actually knows me in real life wants to talk about trying on a kilt, come on over this weekend, I’ve got some limited stock of kilts. I’m not exactly sure WHAT I have, the inventory codes are escaping me so far, but I’ll figure that out.

Hell, maybe I should set my garage up as a local south bay Utilikilts boutique. Spread the word. Spread the love. It’d get me to clean up my garage, anyway!

Looks like I’m going to be working a Utilikilts booth at an event called “PantheaCon” in San Jose this month.

And you know, I’m still trying to figure out what the hell PantheaCon is all about. If you have some idea, hip me to it.

It’s a four day event; I don’t yet know which days I’ll be there working, I’m still figuring that out. But if you’re going, talk to me, we’ll meet up at some point (Though I somewhat doubt that anyone who reads my blog is going to this event. I could be wrong, but my gut tells me that’s not my usual audience.)

More details as I get them.

Sunday:

• I lost count of how many penises I saw.
• We got dozens of men out of their pants.
• I fell in love with a woman who claimed not to like boys, but had a Daddy’s Little Girl tattoo.
• She asked to me adjust her corset and enjoyed when I ‘accidently’ felt her up, over and over.
• A Sister of Perpetual Indulgence fell in love with me.
• My Kilt Inspector girlfriends showed up, but did not inspect my kilt.
• Several other people did.
• A woman asked to me twirl.
• I twirled.
• A beautiful woman said I was only her second choice for Big Bad Daddy. Which never happens.
• A beautiful swinger couple almost took me home, and I should have gone.
• …At least with HER.
• I got a leather kilt.

And a very very good time was had by all.

Folsom Street Fair. The Utilikilts booth.

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I’m working the Folsom Street Fair today.

This is the leather pride/BDSM fair, South of Market, SF. One of my favorite events to work.

Yeah, it’s silly. That’s part of why I like it.

Now that’s not to say BDSM is silly. Far from it; while I may not dress up in leather or role-play full time, still, I’m bent in that general direction and am certainly as kinky as 98% of the people I’l meet today.

No, it’s the scene that’s silly, with it’s ‘play dress-up’ mentality and it’s rules and stagey vibes of ‘top’ and ‘bottom’. Silly in a very good way, of course. But the fair is silly for lots of other reasons; the kinky and the odd and the people who just like to play dress-up all come out. We’ll see people in chain mail, people in silk, corsets, as much nudity as people can get away with, we’ll see leather and codpieces and people in chains and people playing out games they usually keep in the bedroom. We’ll see posing and pretending, but also those who say “I can be me, here, today”.

Silly. In the best possible way.

Also very titilating. I come home from this event charged up and ready to rock.

The kilt inspector girls from the my last highland games promised they’d show up; we’ll see if they do. I promise, ladies, no names forgotten, but you still owe me pictures.

Thus I shall strap on my kilt, lace up my boots, and off I go north to liberate you from your pants.

I should talk about the kilt thing.

But what I want to talk about is working the kilt both, so let’s do a short version of ‘why kilts’. Or maybe not so short, this one seems to be getting longer and longer. Either way if you’re not interested in kilts, go back to google and search for some ugly pants.

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