Ilene's "Like I was in a play about Me" and Joyce's "An Epiphany" threads got me thinking about the eponymous question.
I've noticed that you girls here speak of a spark that shines in their eyes, that everything clicks together when en femme. That unless dressed, you feel as a fraud, an observer, or an act you put forward for others to see.
I for one have never felt that way. For me being a man (male) is part of who I am and I like it; I see my dressing as a part that too. And as such, I have never developed a female persona, nor have I felt the need to.
Therefore, I would like to ask you and understand your perspective on it. Does being a man (male) mean anything to you? What about the society's expectations? Is it a hindrance or a gift? Can you say that there is joy in your male life? Is your life bland? Please, feel free to share anything related that comes to your mind.
