What if the femme side is the real side?
What if we suppressed our real nature- our 'authentic self' -when we were very young, and the emergence of our femme sides in later life is simply a reawakening of the gentle, feminine side stripped of all its macho, he-man posturing?
What if the dresses and wigs are just a metaphor for the gentle side that got kicked into touch so long ago, in order for us to survive in this rough, scary playground?