One New Year’s Eve in the 1990s, I was seated on a train waiting to leave Grand Central Station when a huge man dressed as a woman moved through the car. Although he appeared oblivious to the stares and smirks from my fellow passengers, his presence created quite a stir. As he settled down in the facing seat directly across from me, I remember thinking that with his bare (and extremely hairy) midriff, he must be cold, given the freezing temperatures in the city that night.