Did a roof job for a cop in Louisiana one summer when I was 19.
At the end of every work day, he would bring out a cooler of beer for us to drink.
Then we drove home after working 10-12 hours in the heat and humidity.
He didn’t have a problem with it. I don’t know what to think about it, but I didn’t care at the time because I was 19.
I actually live in a city in East Tennessee that is very queer friendly, but have to admit to being shocked in Provincetown. I thought my better half’s father was going to have a coronary. It was a real hoot. Little foo foo dogs being led around my skinny little guys (I think) wearing short shorts. Absolutely normal behavior......