When I was about twelve there was a guy in Central park wearing a black kilt. My mother and sister and I followed him around trying to see if he was wearing anything underneath it.
You get used to it.

Women's fascination with kilted mens undergarments (or lack thereof) is a bit of a mystery to us. I can't imagine walking up to a lady and saying "so what do you have under your dress?" Yet, I've had women I don't know walk up to me in all manner of places and ask that very question. And I've caught women trying to have a sneaky peek in bars, etc.

And that is a nice kilt. I like the sporran too.