The other day my wife needed me to help her drive the grandkids home. In spite of our culturally homophobic neighbors being out front, I walked out with her wearing my short shorts and cami to drive them over. Just seemed normal, and didn't care if they saw.
Felt good, too.
It doesn't hurt that I've acquired a reputation in the neighborhood, undeserved but I like it, of being dangerous and psychotic. Probably why we've never had a break in or packages stolen from our porch in spite of our crappy neighborhood.
