John Mulaney

The suits, obviously; the lacquer-bright little suits that look like they’ve been steam-rolled directly onto his body – they’re binder-tight suits, is what it is; also how he’s always talking about he he should be more gay than he is, and no one can quite figure out what that’s supposed to mean; plus he takes a wildly disproportionate amount of joy out of the thought of calling his wife his wife, as if he just narrowly escaped having to be a wife himself and can’t believe his luck; receives an extraordinary amount of public goodwill for putting on a suit and being competent, and I think we all have to admit there’s at least a little bit of there there, transmasculine-energy-wise, at least some of the time.
The Apostle Paul

Fussy, a great organizer, prone to writing passive-aggressive letters, invented the conversion narrative and by extension the trans memoir, couch-surfer, big proponent of restorative justice and community-based accountability despite (because of?) constantly getting into fights with his friends; 2 Corinthians 12:7-9’s “And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure. For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness” is definitely a reference to periods.
Danny DeVito as The Penguin in Batman

Ostentatious dresser, low center of gravity, assigned penguin at birth, a disproportionate grudge against all “firstborn sons” with uncomplicated inheritances from their fathers, scuttles, gleefully nonchalant about the glamour disparity between himself and his stylish transfeminine counterpart Catwoman.
Harry Styles, obviously; the latest Rolling Stone cover is the ur-shirtless-post-top-surgery-beach-photo-shoot of all time. The fact that, as far as I know, he has never had top surgery somehow only magnifies the transmasculine resonance therein.
Liz Lemon, confusingly.
Ludwig Wittgenstein

For a number of reasons, of course, but chiefly because he looked like Peter Capaldi, who has an absolutely off-the-charts older-lesbian-living-in-Sedona look.

See also: publishing “one slim book” during your lifetime in a sublime act of ostentatious emotional withholding, insisting the future will misunderstand you, his father’s sideburns, his own tidy haircuts, the following remark from Bertrand Russell concerning W.: “I love him & feel he will solve the problems I am too old to solve ... He is the young man one hopes for.”
Mulaney's body is such that he can be dysphoric either because he looks like a man or because he doesn't. Could be either the rage of Caliban seeing himself in the mirror or the rage of Caliban not seeing himself in the mirror. He looks like an overgrown flapper en homme. He doesn't like his 'feminine' hips with the preposterously high waist, but he also doesn't like his NBA-bait wingspan. He works out, but not in any way that could masculinize his body to his own eyes. So yeah... definitely closeted trans lesbian energy. I doubt he's gay, or even bi. If he were, Nick Kroll would've probably closed that deal in 2005.
That does explain all the references to blood in the Epistles...