I have always felt I am not a "normal" male. Not better, not worse, just operating on a different plane. But it has been coming into sharper focus since I began going out in public while dressed.
Examples: when I see a particularly beautiful woman, I am not thinking how much I would like to have sex with her, like a lot of men would. I'm thinking about how much I'd like to look like her, or have her legs, hair, bust etc.
If I am checking out how a woman is dressed, it is to examine whether what she has on would work on me.
While dressed, I have on many occasions, been in surprisingly intimate conversations with women. Like the time I mentioned having had my legs waxed, and it evolved into the SA telling me about her Brazilian wax job (yikes). TMI, perhaps, but we had fun with it, and I didn't get the sense either of us was uncomfortable about it.
Today, while having conversation with my favorite dress shop SA, a woman appeared from the fitting rooms asking for our opinions about the dress she was trying on. And she wanted MY opinion as much as the SA's. (She looked wonderful and I was a bit jealous) If I weren't dressed, she would have asked me. Other than her husband, no man's opinion matters.
I love it. No one would mistake me for a woman, but I feel like I'm accepted as One Of The Girls. A skirt really seems to announce, "I am not a typical male. I can be taken into your confidence". Maybe that sounds potentially dangerous in the context of the bathroom controversy, but I'm a firm believer that no abuser would ever go to the extreme of putting on a skirt just to get access to vulnerable females.