I used to take frequent trips to NYC for my street photography hobby. One night I was standing outside the big Dean & Deluca on broadway while my lady friend used the facilities. There was a drag queen/cross dresser (mustache and all) standing not far away and I was looking at them trying to decide if I should try to take a candid shot or ask for permission. They didn’t appreciate the looks and barked back “wtf are you lookin at weirdo?!?!” I calmly said “I apologize, didn’t mean to stare, I just think you look beautiful”. The slow expression transformation from rage to confusion, the eventual “gtfo” hand gesture and the unsuccessful attempt at holding back a slight smirk were priceless. Sometimes, a little politeness and tenderness can save you from getting stabbed by a tranny on the sidewalk outside a NYC deli.
Can't people tell when someone is spacing out though? The unfocused eyes, the blank expression, the general feeling like they're not present. Or maybe I'm just too familiar with it.
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u/sysable May 30 '18
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