At what point are those people in the crowd for either Tom Jones or Marylin Manson 'my people' - I sure went to a lot of work to get them there, put the show on, get them in and entertain them - and I've been talking to a bunch of them all night? And so what? That little old lady in the rocker up until the moment that Tom took the stage and then "PRESTO" she can walk, but only until he's done. You know, I'd like to think I will still be happy to do that at that age. And the punk kids with the bad hair and stupid clothing - ditto. Different bad hair, way different crappy clothing, same end effect really.
And sure, I was, or will be those people, but that you would judge me with them, well that's just silly.
I know quite a few drag queens, and if they are not having a farking great time going through life, well, they fake it well.