WHY?

[Clang McFly]

I saw my first crossdresser in high school on a family trip to San Francisco. He was at least 6'5", had a blond wig and a black dress, and was yelling in the manest of voice, "Yo brutha, I'll catch you next week at the thing!" at someone across the street.

It was at that point I realized even crossdressers might be tough guys, so I probably shouldn't make fun.

It's fine. I'm not tough. I'm a bit of a pushover, too nice and a bit sensitive, but not a big old sissy like some crossdressers.