We have a guy on our normal dog walk who apparently is the local candy man who sells whatever weird substances out of the house he clearly inherited. Through inaction he's turned a house worth a lot into the eyesore of the block and to boot he does a lot of car maintenance on a Volkswagen bug and a Mazda Miata (and not the more recent Miata that I think looks awesome) in the driveway. So, he's also trans. And walks up and down this street looking like a cast member from Rocky Horror. Basically, quite the standout in appearance among the frumpy suburban types.
Anyway, I like to tell my kids: "despite what the movies and tv shows say, the person who is different isn't always secretly a good person"