I went to a party wearing a skirt, velvet top, boots with heels, and my usual long red nails and rings and bracelets. As always, no wig nor forms. An elderly man, who I did not know, walked up to me, shook my hand and introduced himself. Then he said, "My son and his partner live in San Francisco." I said "How nice." Then he said "You look great" and he turned and left.
I took it as he came over to me to show support for being gay (though I happen to be straight ). Normally, when people assume I am gay, I take a moment to explain that clothing preference does not correlate with sexual orientation. However, I imagined that this was part of his personal work on accepting his son and other people that are considered atypical.
It was a nice moment. Acceptance happens one person at a time.