This is just an interesting observation from sadly, my only time i went out CD'ing in San Francisco, which was terribly long ago.
I went to Divas Bar that night, as well as the Trannyshack. I had a great time that night, i talked to tranny admirer's, talked to many transexuals (no TV's or CD's though, i've never had the chance to), and all i got back was positive feedback, although there was some difficulty understanding my Scottish accent. Great thing was, i never had to pay for a drink that night. Even though i was nervous and very self-conscious, people were enthusiastic to pick me up, and it made me confront the very reality, that yes, i am this crossdresser and i can't help it, and i felt that i should seriously consider doing this on a regular basis, but it never really took off, as there as my place is nothing like San Fran, and i don't feel independent, and it's all sort of stalled, but that's another story.
So the next night, it was a completely different story, as a guy going to a club called "The Cafe" in SF. Instead of the "WOOOO" from a passing car as a woman, i got a car speeding me by, calling me a "motherf***ing faggot". I found that quite amusing though. What happenend in the club was some guy started talking to me fairly, then he was all over me, next we were in the toilets but got found out, got sent back outside. Then the guy wanted nothing more to do with me, said he was talking to his friends and will speak to me later, but that never happened. At the end of the night, i was daft enough to approach him again, and he said the same thing, but talking to me like i'm stupid, telling me to go get a taxi, and then talking to his friend, taking the pi** out of my Scottish accent, and how he couldn't make out what i was saying.
When i arrived back i just cried, as i felt cheap and used, unlike the night before, when i felt like i was wanted and admired. It was such a comedown, it was one of the last things to make me cry, and i haven't cried for a loooong time now.
The guy was a jerk doing something like that, and that's another impulse for me to crossdress again, that, it builds a defense over what may be subtle or large social do's or don't's - like i really shouldn't of approached that guy again - as you appear more radiant in woman-form, so you feel people want to know more about you in a deeper way, as maybe this is a way of your inner beauty being shown through CD'ing?