Bravo, Freddie! Well said. I have previously put forth the proposition that it is patently wrong for a few adventurous individuals to place the burden of guilt for all of society's stereotypical attitudes towards crossdressing on the shoulders of those who prefer to remain private about it all. In fact, it is a little shocking to realize that some here actually bear venom towards closeted individuals even though they cannot possibly know everyone else's unique situations.
In your hypothetical jaunt around town, you failed to make sure you called all of your relatives so they could become enlightened as well. That way they could all be waiting for you on your front porch with warm embraces for you when you returned, all basking in the glow of new understanding and tolerance. You could show them your favorite outfits while you prepared a wonderful afternoon meal for them to enjoy with you while everyone holds hands, sings Kumbayah, and smiles the warm smiles that only new-found knowledge and understanding can bring. Maybe the neighbors would come over with their kids with a warm peach cobbler for everyone to enjoy.
But nooooooo....... You have to stay closeted, don't you? Just remember that that road construction worker who just got off work and is sitting down at the local watering hole having a Budweiser in his sleeveless flannel shirt that allows him to show off his many tattoos only holds on to his preconceived ideas about "queers" because you refuse to go in there en femme, sit next to him on the barstool, and have a drink with him.