Being transfem and attuned with the community, the culture, etc... is interesting because you start to really be able to recognize transfem interiority. A lot of similar or the same themes, longings, desires, fears, all cultivated through like. Life. All pretty uniquely common or central among transfems.
And then you notice these same things, rarely, once in a blue moon, but just as intense and powerful, in the works of some supposed cis male writer or artist. And then you pay closer attention and all the signs are there that this person probably is/was a woman, either closeted or not even realizing, and Having a Time because of it.
And if you ever express this realization, you're immediately shut down by everyone (except some other TMAs), told you're projecting and ridiculous. You're treated as though you can have no possible awareness outside of a shallow view of your own experience and the petty projection for artists you like to be just like you, as though your deep interiority and understanding of others didn't lead to these realizations in the first place.
And the result is that there are a lot of important artists, writers, etc who were almost certainly transfem in some capacity, and this will never be talked about or considered in most of these cases because we can't view the past through anything but cisgender ideology. And that's a tragedy.
