
No I didn't mark the day on my calendar last year, but I remember what I was doing when the charcoal grey Macabi arrived in the mail. That day I took a drive to Roan Mountain in Tennessee after stopping at the UPS box to get my first skirt. I took some photo's of Roan Mountain, and there is a date stamp on the photo.... that's how I remember.
If I'm not mistaken, I think Jenn had been told about it at some point that week, however she didn't know when it was going to arrive. And I didn't want to show it to her if it looked stupid on me. So I slipped it into one of the restrooms at the lookout on Roan Mountain. I was pleased with the look, however I wasn't quite ready for an outing yet so I slipped it back off and put my short pants back on.
I joined this site a few weeks later, and the content of my membership here pretty well chronicles my skirting adventures.
Over the last 12 months, it has been outed to my wife, my mother, my daughter, and later everyone at work. Looking back, the only thing I would change would be that I wished I had started sooner!
I didn't really loose any friends, as I really didn't have any to loose, but on the flip side, I think I've gained a few as a result. So looking at it from that angle, I'd say that being myself has led to positive results! I have made a fair number of online friends who share this practice. One who I have met (Dillon), and others on the list, Fred- hopefully in August, Caultron- hopefully next year, and one of these day's I'd like to meet Carl and shake his hand, as his frank advice has helped me through many-a-personal crisis in regards to this uncommon fashion choice.
The biggest thing I like to say here is a message to those reading this who have yet to muster of the courage. Maybe you are just a reader and not an active poster but it's directed towards YOU. This is being posted in one of the googleable forums as this is a bit of advice I'd like to share with everyone....
As my photo albums on flickr illustrate, I am not a very husky guy. I don't just wear "manly" skirts, in fact to date I have yet to wear a kilt. Many of my garments are downright girly, however I wear them for two reasons: because I love the style, and because I'm a FREE MAN. And as a free man, I feel I should not be hindered by the expectations of a populace that I don't even know, and that frankly could care less about my hide at any rate. Why do we work so hard to impress people we don't even know? Why do we strive to meet up to the expectations of society, which by it's very nature is a moving target? It seems therefore logical to me that we should only live up to our own expectations of our self!
If you're a casual web browser who only found this article because you googled "men who wear skirts is an abomination", then you can move on. Obviously this isn't for you. And that's fine. We all have a right to choose how we clad ourselves. If you think wearing skirts and dresses is stupid and dumb, then by all means keep wearing trousers... it's your choice! But for those who are curious about it, then don't let society's peer pressure hinder you. Be free!
When you're ready, go ahead and give it a go, because I'm here to tell you that the sky will not fall. In fact, when you present with confidence and pride in your outfit, you won't even notice the haters. Will there be haters? Sure there will. But when you think about it, lots of things stir feelings of hate and intolerance in people. I'm sure if you really think about it you can think of several examples. Off the top of my head some common things that get dirty looks in my neck of the woods are: Homosexual couples, interracial couples, and people who sag their pants. Next time you see any of these people in public, observe them: Do they look ashamed of themselves? No, generally they do not. And you shouldn't be either. You're not doing anything wrong.
If someone pulls out a cell phone to take a picture of you, smile and wave. Make sure the picture is fabulous!
In my experience nobody has laughed at me to my face. If you see someone, or group of people laughing at you from a distance, laugh back! They are the fools. I find it particularly hilarious when trouser wearing women laugh at me. I will let them see my eyes glance down to their trousers, and back up again as I smirk with an "uuhh... ooohhkkaaaaayy... look on my face... Then watch as that little sh!t eating giggle on their face turns to a look of mild anger and embarrassment being the butt of their own joke!

Anyway, the point is, be free with yourself! You never know when your days will end. We as a society never know when our liberties will cease. Enjoy everything life has to offer while you can. That's what I've taken from my year of male skirting.
Blessed Be,
Moon Shadow