I generally pass well, and go out frequently shopping, to restaurants, stores, etc., with no one giving me a second glance, so I' m quite comfortable out and about. Also, as a professional vocalist, I have a convincing femme voice. Anyway, I went to a restaurant for dinner this evening fully en femme, and the gal at the entrance asked me the most surprising question. She wondered if I wanted to sit in the bar, and said "Are you over 21?" I'm 75, which I told her, and she said she had to ask and she'd never have guessed I was that old. Ah, the wonders of being happy, and wearing a little makeup.