At a guess...

Context will matter . The scene depicted in the film ' Priscilla Queen of the Desert ' where a drag dressed homosexual wanders into waste ground where ' real 'men are drinking and is nearly beaten up I thought was exaggerated ; attacks on queers do happen but infrequently by comparison with other places of interaction .

At known cruising areas - parks mainly - men will seek each other and guided by whim or sexual neediness will approach another man . Both will be aware a proposition for sex is the reason for the approach . The response will vary - silent acquiescence or a brief ' what are you into ' exchange .Whatever passes between them including any actual sex if it occurs, will always be non judgemental not hostile . One possible exception is transvestism - not common in almost-public strolls but when exhibited attracts being coldly ignored from about a third of men and occasional growls ( about attracting police attention ) . More on that theme when my apprenticeship is past .

Other than honest reminiscence there is no way to know how personal overtures are received . My assumption is that ' gaydar ' is accurate in identifying possible partners and propositioning is usually voiced obliquely , or if blunt then a 'straight ' or uninterested man is more likley to be flattered than angered and to react with amusement more often than anger .

I was sure there would be no hostility from my target but I was less sure my proffered panties would prove an attraction to him . What I knew of him was that he hung around younger boys ( he sold cocoa-cola out of his tool room at the back of the pavilion - a paedophile manouver for sure ) ,and he had picked mud off my shirt those years before and tried to get me to go with him ( damn , I had declined ) , but whether now a crossdresser in his twenties would catch his fancy I had still to discover .

His occuption saw him dressed in rough clothing and he gave an overall impression of unshaven grubbiness . Part of my wish to feel feminine works for me to keep my body , particularly from waist down , very clean . I abhor 'skid marks ' and as changing into fresh panties gives a frisson , my underwear is always scrupulously clean ( and scented - a girl never knows when she might meet the right man ,with a stiffening member ! ) .

I wondered if my John ( in fact his name ) was clean under his clothes - but I would not mind if it turned out otherwise . After all to be insulted , man-handled , and quasi-**** called not for a fine gentleman but really for a roughneck with a working cock .

Today I would find out . With one pair on and the black ones carefully folded in my pocket I watched the clock . I knew that if I wanked now - which my thoughts lead me to want to do - I would be able to retreat from this dangerous venture , but held off until the appointed time .