When I'm out and about in town, I'm still dressing mostly in conventional, but loose clothing, or some appropriate costume. Occasionally my camouflage kilt. I find that these activities are generally so engaging that I forget about the discomforts and they are typically in climate controlled indoors. The drive to is usually dressed from home. The drive back, not dressed, unless it is a short distance, or my mood strikes me. Outdoors, hot, long periods, and when I can't defy the social graces, I get uncomfortable and resentful, but I do get grateful, more aware and a renewed resolve and justification of my lifestyle when I get clothing off at the doorway of home. Most of my social activity has been rigged with fellow nudists and naturists and in settings where all feel comfortable about nudity, homes, parties, sweats, pools, etc. That works for now. I'm being retired for now, so oppressive periods of clothing are limited, but again, being engaged can mediate much of that.
When I do wear my kilt, it is better, but still a relatively heavy material designed for combat conditions. I feel the difference in the heat. It is however a compromise. Last year, at the Hotsprings, our host was wearing a skirt that he told us he had borrowed from his wife. It had kilt length and flair-out, but no pleats. It was of a light stretch material. It appeared to be very comfortable. I have been searching for something of a similar solution since. I haven't tried used clothing stores. That's a good encouraging idea, so when there is some time...
I a more perfect world, or in an opportunity nude gone south on a chilly night, a nice warm robe is good.
As for the social ramifications of dress dressing, I do live in a Baja Arizona, a liberal hip outdoors place, but still, a place where boots and cowboy hats are a common social thread. I can get an urban, "Dude, that is soo sick (meaning a good thing)!" to snickers, to laughing behind my back. There seems to be a lot of passing me off as just another weirdo, or live and let live. Even my naked hippie friends seem to have to get used to the idea, including women who state things like,"I love a man in a kilt." Yup, if I'm going to be the odd man out, I'd just as soon be naked, but well, damn the laws. Perhaps some day, I'll find just the right garment and be compelled to wear it as my freak-flag. It is easier these days to do that. I've worn the kilt in cowtown Wilcox, where 50 years ago, it would have turned into an Easy rider movie to wear long hair and drive a VW microbus.
Incidentally, I got your point. I probably just didn't express myself as well as you did.
Jbee