Would they be welcome in your house?
Would you feel comfortable having these human beings -- these fellow human beings -- to dinner?
Personally, I'd welcome them, and I'd like nothing more than to listen to Mr. Music strumming away while his forehead drips down his face.
As I'm in the midst of writing a film (my next) based around folks of this persuasion, I'm even more partial to 'freaks' right now than usual.
