QUOTE FROM LINK: "“Was anyone else disturbed that the library had 30+ police officers and 2 snipers with rifles on the roof pointed at us to protect men in dresses from women defending their dignity and praying?” 500 Mom Strong, the organization protesting Drag Queen Story Hour, said on their Facebook page following the event."

I've experienced 'drag queens' a couple times, and they've made my skin crawl. The first experience was by our volunteer fire chief in the small town I grew up in outside of Austin, Texas. He solicited my father in front of me for sex; he was displaying his collection of dildos. Needless to say, my father said, 'no thank you', and I was left wondering wtf the war veteran, Mr. Rogers was wearing a dress for... in public, in the neighborhood.

Next, was a guy I knew in North Idaho, at the time, I was in that new shining paradigm, of 'never let someone's past, or belief structure influence you from the start, give them a chance, and see'..... Well, this guy's history as I heard was of cross dressing, and it was claimed to be with the local district attorney at the time; which the man did brag about his friendship with. I blew this off, as the man also had a history of heavy methamphetamine use, but claimed he stopped. I met him through a guy I had working for me, who said he may have a piece of heavy machinery I was looking into buying. I did buy the machine from him, and also contracted with him to do some autobody work for me. I 'thought', the drugs, and other shit was behind him, but NO, LOL!

I asked to use his bathroom one day, he had a stack of 'skin' mags next to the toilet, I was younger then, and thought what the hell, so looked at the one on top(yes, I cannot believe I touched them, lol). This man, had written my name on every guy in the book, as well as my girlfriends name on every woman; he didn't know I had seen this, but it was the start of being a little cautious. I mean, that's just fucking creepy!

At the time, my mom was in failing health, and I developed a friendship with one of her caregivers. This caregiver was an attractive older gal, who I introduced to the cross dresser when stopping in to talk about the vehicle he was working on for me. She also thought to not let people's history weigh on who they are now.

One night she had off, she had too much to drink in town, she stopped at his place thinking it was a safe place to crash; as they'd developed a friendship. I didn't hear from her for a week, or so, and then when I did, she said he raped her while passed out. I didn't believe her, but also noted how the guy bragged about 'banging a couple hundred women'.... She went to the prosecutors office, and was rebuffed by the prosecutor.

I backed away from the entire scene, as this woman was from Pennsylvania, and her husband's entire family were military, and police. She said, it was out of her hands, and that in 10, or so years, the cross dresser would be killed for revenge.

Like I said, I was young, and just backed out from both of them; I didn't want to be around a rapist, and I didn't want to be around someone claiming that a plot of murder may be in the works.

She went so crazy, I didn't believe her actually; yet a couple years later, I talked with this she-man again, and he actually owned up to raping her; exactly as she described.

About a year after this, my father saw him in Wal-mart, as a 'female'. My dad said, that as soon as he realized who 'it' was, 'they', turned, and walked away, I guess in shame.

I don't know about any others, but that guy???? He did his drag queen shit completely for skewed 'meth head perversion' reasoning.

In the end, if we teach our children to be weary of strangers, and especially men, then why is it okay when that big bastard has lipstick on, and can quickly reach their junk to insert anywhere by lifting their dress?