Last night i visited my closest, old friend, he knows about the CD and is okay with "whatever floats my boat", only this time his wife was there.
She didn't mention my clothing, so after a bit i brought it up (me: "you didn't mention the monkey in the room", her: "you mean the elephant").
She came out that she would have a real problem if my friend cross-dressed. She relaxed a lot when I admired some gorgeous ladies on their TV (the old "CD so must be gay" cliche nicely done away with), and even admired my toenails later on.
By just talking about it, being just me, the unusualness normalised. I had dressed very consevatively for me beforehand (all in black, no pink in sight), but I do wonder if a little bit of pacing their reality and that the sky has not just fallen in, will help, and help all of us, if we all do the little things that shift public perception.