if you walk about in drag, and by drag I mean the exaggerated theatrical kind, even in San Francisco, expect some rubbernecking
Isn't that the point in the first place?
And, like other things, it's far from being a monolith. So, this person agreed to go to to a gay bar with me here in Castro, yeah, fine, but which one? One like Twin Peaks were older gay guys who have that musty "I'm going to die soon" grandpa smell on them, or a poseur leather bar (because the real leather bars are down in SOMA), one of those 'we only like very young, very thin gay men, and it helps to be white too' places? A HOT mess- a whole 6'4, big hair, big attitude, at least 6 layers of makeup, 5 inch stilettos, tight clothes with her great breasts of wonder fighting its way out of her corset is going to make them sit up and notice you even at Aunt Charlie's or Divas, if it was some reserved, feel-like-I'm-fixin-to-die bar, I'm sure they resented the theatrical intrusion on their quietly drinking themselves to death scene.