***Since I avoided the people I believed were gay, let them wear purses to remove all doubt. ***
I remember an old man years ago. He always went to town carrying a woman’s purse, but then he also rolled up his pants cuffs to mid calf.
Wierd.
That is, weird, not wiered.
I remember an old man years ago. He would stick one leg in a little red wagon and push himself to town. When he got to town he would pull the wagon. Home was downhill so he would wave his arms as he rode home. We all knew he was not all there. Weird but not all there. I have trouble judging a lot of people because I don't understand a lot of people.
But on the other hand I don't pretend every thing is normal, I think just like you, weird.