I have these Native American reenactments in the summer, okay. We dress in authentic Native garb and go teach about our culture and whatnot at historical events. There’s this one on a weekend that housed all reenactors from Ancient Greece to World War II–you can walk through a timeline of living history. It’s cool.
So there are these guys in a tent on the far hill called the Scottish Highlanders. They bring about two to five people to their thing per year. They do all the good medieval Scottish jazz. Kilts, weapons, challenging you to fights.
But theres this one guy that is there every time. I always go visit to hear him give in depth talks about Scottish Reavers and their malitia and weaponry and stuff. He’s fun, so I go talk to him and he’s asking about what school I’m going to, what I want to do, etc.
So I tell him I want to be a history teacher and I like to write. He asks me if I have anything published, and I say no, thinking he means an actual book. But he waves me off and asks, “No, online. Have you ever heard of Fanfiction.net?”
Let me explain a thing. This guy. Is well over six feet. His biceps are bigger than my head, he’s about 45 years old, he has the thickest Scottish accent you’ve ever witnessed, he can wave two axes around like nobody’s business, he usually resolves friendly arguments with full on battle in armor with real weaponry with the scars to prove it, and he kind of has a biker gang.
And this guy starts telling me about the 700 page Doctor Who fanfiction that he’s been writing for six years and still running.
Shamelessly continues to explain how he gets together with his badass biker buddies and they ride to his house with bottles of Jack Daniels and talk about the next fanfiction that they’re going to write together. (More Doctor Who, Xena Warrior Princess, Agents of Shield, Lord of the Rings…) They dare each other to write crossovers for interesting character interaction. This guy raves with excitement over character development and analysis.
A Pinch of Snuff, Delacour, c.1760. Depicting Malcolm
MacPherson of Phoness who, at the age of 67
joined the 78th Foot as a Gentleman Volunteer.
MacPherson distinguished himself at the Battle of
Quebec in 1759 and the following year was
presented to King George II.
Hey! To all my brothers out there who have to deal with school’s skirt or just skirts and dysphoria.
You don’t look like a girl nor a butch lesbian. Do you remember the stereotype of Scottish people? With the kilt and all. They doesn’t look like girls, but manly men with traditions, and that’s how you look! A manly man.
Stay happy, stay safe!
Details from my Argyll Militia uniform, 1746, including the “great kilt” or
féileadh-mór. The tartan is the “government sett,” used by highlanders loyal to the British government, most famously the Black Watch. It bears many similarities to the tartans of Clan Campbell, who generally made up the largest contingent of loyalist highlander military units during the Jacobite era.