What is appropriate in one situation often isn't in a different one, and unfortunately you don't always have to go very far to get from the one to the other.
I remember a time about two years ago when I was walking in the Haight in San Francisco. I was wearing a pair of Levis that fit well, but were not overly tight or revealing, and nothing else out of the ordinary in the way of clothes. I see a guy coming toward me down the street. As he gets closer, his face breaks into a broad smile. As he passes by, he leans toward me a bit, and very quietly says "NICE package!" He then continues on, not even hesitating a moment, so there was no public scene of any kind, just a quiet compliment.
I cross the street, and start walking back. There is a guy standing by a storefront. As I start to approach, still perhaps 30 feet away, he starts calling out to me quite loudly:
"Oh NO! Oh NO! NO! You take that shit back to the Castro (a gay neighborhood in S.F.)! Get that out of here!"
Same time, same street, same jeans, same bulge, two very different reactions.
I remember a time about two years ago when I was walking in the Haight in San Francisco. I was wearing a pair of Levis that fit well, but were not overly tight or revealing, and nothing else out of the ordinary in the way of clothes. I see a guy coming toward me down the street. As he gets closer, his face breaks into a broad smile. As he passes by, he leans toward me a bit, and very quietly says "NICE package!" He then continues on, not even hesitating a moment, so there was no public scene of any kind, just a quiet compliment.
I cross the street, and start walking back. There is a guy standing by a storefront. As I start to approach, still perhaps 30 feet away, he starts calling out to me quite loudly:
"Oh NO! Oh NO! NO! You take that shit back to the Castro (a gay neighborhood in S.F.)! Get that out of here!"
Same time, same street, same jeans, same bulge, two very different reactions.