Ah that takes me back. A couple of Brighton Prides ago I (straight) was due to meet my brother (gay) and his boyfriend (surprisingly also gay) in Preston Park near the stall they were helping to run. When I sent a text to let them know I was at the entrance they said to their friends to look out for me, and having not met me they asked what I looked like.
I understand the reply was "He looks like his brother but gayer".
Sure enough I turned up wearing a tight t-shirt with an image of David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust, dyed bright red hair, pointed black shoes with big buckles and skinny leopard print jeans.
I think the biggest surprise when my brother came out was that it was him and not me...
I guess the moral of the story is that you can't judge a book by it's cover. Although I have toned down my eccentric dress-sense recently, if I still fit those jeans, comments b'damned I'd still wear them!