Would'ſt thou be window'd in great Rome, and ſee / Thy Maſter thus with pleacht Armes, bending downe / His corrigible necke, his face ſubdu'de / To penetratiue ſhame; … Would you be looking through a window in great Rome, and see / Your Master thus, with entwined arms [tied together], bending down / His docile neck, his face subdued / with shame penetrating through [i.e. blushing]; …

You also had punks who were again easily identifiable as a group and the members of that group did their best to look different, sporting different uses of hair colour and rips that could occur anywhere in their black drainpipe jeans, army trousers, or in their prolific graffiti'd denim jackets, as well as the hard wearing black leather studded jackets which would sometimes have the famous anarchy symbol and the names of whatever punk bands the individual happened to admire.

[…]all the clerks were waving: “Au revoir, Sally.” “Mmmm, tray bon, y′all!” She flashed the peace sign again and clattered away in her ankle-strap shoes like a crack of sunshine on a foggy day.

And I swear the old New York City gay club Splash used to play clips of Grayson Hall’s camptastic performance as Dr. Julia Hoffman.