I was in the Navy during the Vietnam era and worked on a carrier flight deck on the catapult crew. Launch, sleep, launch, sleep, do maintenance, launch, sleep, it was a dirty, greasy, dangerous job. I couldn?t do that kind of work at 70 but it was the biggest thrill of my life. It would be a terrible job for a crossdresser who didn?t like being covered in sweat and grease. It was about as far from that as a person could get. Gender is not a concern when one is trying to hook up a plane to the cat and exit from under the plane without getting sucked up the intake or blown into a propeller. That happened to one guy and the foot hit another guy in the head who looked at it and passed out. Not very conducive to feminine thoughts.