Look. Everyone has some level of privilege. Life sux for everyone sometimes. Personally I don't believe in anyone being Privileged for anything. I have never had that male privilege, I am not rich so I don't have that sort of privilege either. I have experienced "sissy" privilege though from guys that may or may not have been gay or wanting a "sissy's" attention. And they may have been nothing but just really good guys.
But everyone has a certain level of privilege for example I can call myself a ->-bleeped-<- but don't like it when others that are not call me that. I don't mind my friends calling me that because they aren't being mean about it. So that is Trans privilege.
Life sometimes sux but claiming others have privilege is kind of a way to show envy and I envy no one. My life has been hard and I have adapted and when knocked down got right back up and approached it differently to a point that was sort of the right choice for me. Oh yeah, try that male privilege with boobs and when everyone calls you female pronouns on the phone. Clearly I have no male privilege or female privilege but I sometimes do experience privilege but it is usually LGBT type or if someone don't know they may think female type such as guys helping me because they assume.
Those that are truly privileged are those born into riches and I was not. But even they have their own sucky lives they have to deal with because everything is relevant. Life always goes on and it truly is up to the individual person to make the most of it or not. So not even the richest among us have true privilege because privilege is an illusion. Life sometimes sux but it is how well that you handle it and make the best of it and then learn from it that truly gives a person wisdom and knowing how to handle life is what makes you somewhat happy. But you also have to work on yourself too and your own perceptions of yourself. You can't be bitter of other's successes and discount your own.
I know quite a few people and some of the "richest" that I do know have more problems than I have. But What do I know because I am just a middle aged trans woman that owns a few trucks and a couple of different properties but both have mobile home instead of nice houses. Maybe when I retire but I am pretty humble. You could say I am privileged now but I am not. I just worked really hard and still work really hard and still live from check to check. But I am happy because my happiness comes from within myself and knowing exactly who and what I am on the gender and sexuality scale.
So long story short, in my opinion privilege is just an illusion. Life is hard for everyone. Male privilege? Well my BF don't feel privileged at all. I have never experienced male privilege either. Even though I have the junk, I am a little different than a man. So I had to compensate with personality, acceptance and adaptation. I ended up choosing a profession that I could express myself in and now I own my own company. Being a MAAB I chose after the military to drive trucks. Very solitary job and very accepting of men with long hair and even "sissies" like me. Up to ten plus hours a day wearing women's clothing and could hide it until I decided not too any more. That job sux sometimes but I could at least express myself while doing it. No way could I have worked in an office or other career that I had to express myself opposite of my internal identity. Not at that time anyway. So you can say I was privileged but I chose to go through hell for that so called privilege because I lived for months at a time in a space that was smaller than a jail cell. I could wear my hair how I wanted, wear my ear rings and other jewelry openly and paint my nails and so on. Now I do the same things but don't go through quite the hell anymore like dangerous roads and traffic because I own the trucks and make a living and stay at home and on the phone if need be. I wheel and deal with brokers and bigger trucking companies yet they all call me Ma'am.
So what did that last part have to do with any kind of privilege? Nothing really but I chose to do a really miserable job just for my own self expression. I have been called a "sidewalk sissy" and other names but I have also been hit upon by other drivers as either trans or woman. But it was hell and dangerous at times and I gave up a lot and lived on the road all because I wanted to express myself for myself.
Jesus, I talk too much.