to assume that all men who crossdress are doing it for sexual or perverted reasons is kind of insensitive
haha. I sort of figured that out by trial and error. I went to a party about 25 years ago at a friend's house--she always threw great parties--and I got there sort of early. A few of us early-arriving nerds were standing around in her kitchen talking and drinking and sampling hors d'oeuvres when in walks the most striking, statuesque woman I'd ever seen. Broad shoulders, strong hands, a confident but majestically feminine swagger, and such beautiful lips and eyelashes. I had to know this woman, so I walked over and introduced myself to her, extending my hand and giving her my name. She gripped it and said, in a low-pitched James Earl Jones sort of voice, "Hello, I'm Ronald Ashmore, but you can call me Ron. How do you do?" I was taken entirely aback. "You're a man!" I exclaimed, and after a few seconds we both started laughing. Later I met Ron's girlfriend. She was hot too. Looked a bit like Young Raven, but more grown-up and in real life.
Ron turned out to be a really nice guy, and in no way comes off as perverted or one who can't hold down a job or a relationship. We stayed in touch for several years. His girlfriend moved on and married a Jamaican guy, and it was rumored that Ron's penchant for showing up at parties dressed as a woman really was just too much for her, but I don't hold it against either of them, and although I know he's a man, and he's straight and I'm straight, I have to say that Ron was one of the finest women I have ever known. He was definitely into women. I've stayed over more than once, too stupored to drive or even walk home, kept awake with him in the next room causing some bimbo to wail and moan (and, from time to time, vice-versa). I'm just glad that his natural speaking voice gave him away very quickly the first time we met, before I did or said anything I'd really regret.