In [the "olden"] days [in the US], if you were a guy and you wore long hair, regardless of whether you had a beard, hairy arms, or what, you could pretty well guarantee that someone (usually male) from the Other Side would accost you with "Hey, are you a boy or a girl?" followed by a snigger, and you counted yourself lucky if it didn't go any further.
How true. I longed for long hair throughout my entire youth, and when I finally "slipped my bonds" I started to grow it in earnest. To this day, I recall the unrelenting cadence of my parents about, "Get a haircut!" when I was still under their roof, and more sadly recall the time when my grand-dad, in a streak of viciousness I never knew he had in him, hurled every insult in the book at me because of it -- just having long hair. I know now that my grand-dad's last tirade was due to the senile dementia (aka "Alzheimer's disease") that had robbed him of rational thought. I wasn't viscerally aware of it at the time. In the midst of that "last tirade" i turned on my heel and walked away. The next time I saw him he was in a pine box -- and this was a great man.
I wonder if we, as a species, are really evolving. I hope that we are, but there's a whole lot of evidence that may show that we're not.
Nowadays, at least here in the USA, men from every political direction wear long hair, and I think that in most places, a guy could be dressed in full drag and no one who didn't know him would say much of anything. (There's a guy like that who I see catching the train at 125th street fairly frequently.)
All-up drag isn't something any of us lot is likely to try any time soon, but it's somewhat heartening that the chap hasn't been beaten into submission or otherwise bullied into "conforming to the norm".
Perhaps there is hope.