I grew up in the mid '70s with the Rocky horror picture show on South Street in Philadelphia. This was the most gay/ transvestite positive environment you could possibly imagine. It was an outlier.

I had to travel through my white bread suburbia who would kill me for this attitude to show up on South Street. I celebrated and danced every night. I wasn't gay but I was open-minded. So this was a hell of an environment to grow up in. That was 9th grade on.

This attitude would get me killed in Denver right now. I hang out at the laundromat and hear people talk about their plots to kill all the non-Christians. It's normal for them. I had to get the hell out of there.

At least at this point I have two sets of washers and dryers.