Oh, yes, I live in a sheltered little world. From NYC to Florence, Italy I’ve seen transvestites and mutilated men pretending to be women. I’ve even been menaced by an out-of-control drag queen on a bus in Greenwich Village. He was scratching the faces of passengers with his long red fingernails. I worked at Studio 54 right before the AIDs crisis. I’ve been to leather bars, gay bars and a place called The Crisco Disco. Taught me everything I needed to know about gay men - and yet I still hung out with them. It wasn’t until the gay agenda and lavender mafia took over and political correctness ruled the day that I ditched them.
Then, of course, there was the transvestite or mutilated man who kept in and out of the ladies room in a department store in Rome. In and out, in and out, high as a kite and scaring women away from relieving themselves.
Go away, kid, you bother me.
Drag Queens are not the same as transgendered people.