I guess, that I can only speak for my self, but in growing up as a women in a man's body in the Dakota prairies I found that trying to live up to the male expectations of competition of trying to be the strongest, consume the most booze, being able to fix everything, to jump tall buildings with a single bound, were too much for me, to lie to girls to get my sexual needs meant at the expense of their sense of well being, etc were too much for me.
When I competed with guys rather it was in ping pong or wrestling and I pickup the vibes that they had to win or they would be crushed my heart was not in it, like any good little girl, and I choked and they won. Of course this was with everyone except my younger brother who was just about 16 months younger than me. Him I had to beat at all costs. This always upset him, but maybe he sensed that the female was strong within me, I don't know.
Being more submissive or just not having to be the physically and strongest personality is not my style. It's not that I want to be dominated, I just don't want to dominate or I want to be treated more like an equal, which hasn't turned out for me very well because seeing my male body other females want to put me in charge at times, then sensing that I am just an other one of the girls, they don't want to listen to me at all. Like they are the number one hen and I am one of their maid servants.
Being a female is not really any easier then being a male, but being a female fits my temperament more. I wine and bitch back like any other hen in the flock. There is no rooster in our hen house. Nor does my significant other really want one. She wants to be the one to define our relationship, so I really don't know where I am most of the time. Yes, I did do the male duty of father in our son, because physically I had the male parts and she had the female parts. No, I do not consider myself a she-male, I really consider myself all woman.
Now maybe I don't consider the female expectations a burden because I was not born into them and did not live most of my life struggling to full fill them, but I really my temperament is more feminine than masculine. I would rather deal with make up and panties and bras and female squabbles and emotions, than the male life of wine, sex, and physical competition and physical and emotional brutality to dominate and sake out my turf in the world.
I know that women many times are considered a man's property and ciswomen have had to deal with this all of their lives. That I have basically escaped this because I have never been a man's bitch. I have basically lived in lesbian relationships all of my life being the bitch who was kicked out into the world to bring back the bacon, while the home being the domain of my cisgendered spouse. This is not totally accurate, my first cisgendered spouse live for working outside the house as well as for being the dominate female at home. Me, being retired now, both my second spouse and I are both house hens, but all of the money comes from my Social Security, but she is "First Hen," and all of the money is household money.
With me not having a male ego, I have never really been the dominate male in the relationship, most of my family life I has been an emotional struggle between two females with neither of my spouses wanting a dominating male, unless it was to get the car out of the ditch on a 40 below wintry Dakota prairie day or to deal with something which needed fixing which I struggled with but never got any satisfaction out of, only feeling relief, that I had not messed things up more than I could of. This even with my current cisgendered spouse includes mending my dresses and spit seams and sowing on buttons.
I guess here, I have just sharing my emotional struggles. I can well understand that trans men find that they can not live within the confines of the female role in the communities they live in and that they really feel that emotionally they have more in common with male emotional struggles. They struggle with letting their emotional penis bulge out, while I struggle to turn my penis into a vagina and keep it tucked in all the time. Both struggles can lead to some funny and embarrassing moments. One fearing that the their penis might fall down their pants leg, and me fearing that embarrassing bulge in my pantie hose or tight skirt. Or that when I bend over in my padded bra, that all someone will see is empty space and an embarrassing hair I missed.
This is the strange world of being transgendered. We are who we are, and we have just as much right to life and happiness as any one else.