An interesting and tricky question, as usual Mr Wolf.
For me, my experiences are a little different - and a fair amount of juggling is involved.
Socially, the role and how I make relationships are quite simply girly. Happy to talk makeup, handbags, shoes and fashion (although that has landed me in trouble a few times). Wary and conscious of the masculine, and of male partners, I have to be very guarded about how the friendship is viewed (jealousy is such an ugly emotion) - very much part of the collective team, and happy to help out. I love cooking, and caring for my munchkins (all of them).
Culturally in work, I'm neither - I see both sides, and can quite literally translate from masculine to feminine and vice versa, the downside to this superpower is that I'm an outsider, I find the masculine side of the fence ok for shorter periods in comparison to the feminine, and I tend to run out of words, as I literally have to reframe everything I say so that it will be easily understood, and not be misunderstood (especially with new coworkers). When I'm looking after a team, that means gender isn't an issue, or an excuse.
Visible identity, I live in mannoflage. The clothes hide the body, and I will do as little as I can to meet the minimum standard to comply with dress codes, cultural or otherwise. I loathe the drab, and limited fabrics so I'm seen in the quintessential T and shorts for most of the year, as I can tolerate putting them on.
I am not out, because I need a social group, have huge anxiety issues and a couple of medically related phobias to boot (because of malpractice) - transition is impossible right now, without additional psychological trauma, that I really do not need. I feel so much of an outsider, I often refer to myself as the alien, and frequently need time out to regroup/gather myself back to try again.
I know that I am not male, and likewise not binary female. I know that my variety of presentation verbally and in body language means that folk struggle, but they of course don't know that I am struggling too.
I get through each day, no more, no less, ideally without having caused myself harm.
Consequently I have to be very careful about dressing, and makeup because they are the rainbow bridge, once crossed, my fate would be sealed. for me being invisible is far easier at the present time.
Rowan