I was living in Queens, and everybody on the block knew everybody else on the block. Everybody used the same subway station and bus stop. Our block was near the top of the hill, and nobody had much reason to be there if they didn't live there. I was coming from my first Pride Parade, wearing a sundress and wig. A whole bunch of Chinese children were playing out front, and the adults were watching from balconies, on a a cool Sunday evening. I could tell that nobody had a clue who I was, until I turned up the walkway to my door. I could see children with jaws dropped open, then there was a flurry of Chinese chatter from the adults, and all the kids went running inside.