Here in San Francisco, tattoos and piercings don’t even merit a second glance. There are so many people in all leather, or with traditional clothes from somewhere half around the world, or cross-dressing outrageously, or dressed like clowns, etc., or sometimes just naked, that it’s hard to define “normal”.
A few months ago a I passed a guy on the street who was clearly a wizard. He was wearing a long flowing dark blue/purple robe, had a long white beard, and some kind of robe-matching hat, and he was striding down the sidewalk with the most wizardly gait I’ve ever seen, natural as can be. Like, he didn’t seem like a dude in a costume, but rather like that was just his normal everyday style.