I much prefer speaking without a mic…
You can swim in it too…
I live near some epic architecture…
Through the castle door in Transexual Transylvaniaaaaa…
In which I do my physical dance mime theatre interpretation of a tree.
Sing when you’re whinnying?
I’m so bad at snooker, I can’t even hold the cue properly…
Man, that’s some good hayfever
peekaboo!
This is a folly. (I mean, the incomplete neo-hellenic temple in the background…)
This is the look you want when listening to 80’s power ballads.
Wanted posters were always phrased a little ambiguously…
This is me trying to smile despite all the early-morning water beasties skittering over my toes.
Sunrise tomb-raiding; the lens flare is real, btw.
(…this is actually a library fire exit!)
In which I dominate this funky red couch.
I can put on a show from time to time…
For swingers?
…when the revolution comes…
Cross-dressed Laserquest gets a bit warm…
Where the hell am I?
Inspired by Tina Fey in Esquire: payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/108617/1413003/esquire_15_1000.jpg
Happy chocolate egg day!
…because bunnies are renowned for… uh, laying eggs…
The balls are hidden. …oh, what?
Well… I’m here…
Presented without comment… 😉
They’re great when you first put them on, but then they wrinkle. And they never stop squeaking.
Looks like the warrior princess is a bit of a worrier too…
“We’re not flying; we’re falling with style!”
Four-inch heels are completely impractical for being a cartoon secret agent…
This is more uncomfortable than it looks…
If philosopher David Hume knew people would rub the toe of his statue for luck, he’d turn in his grave…
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
I was hungry, all right?!
Because I’m classy that way.
Charmed, I’m sure…
You can tell we’re living in the future because we can wear clothes that light up…
(You’d probably keep your door locked shut too…)
I have precisely zero singing ability.
Nothing like a topical reference from the past to date your old photos…
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Sorting out my hair, because that’s what people will be looking at first… right?
I’m amazed I could squeeze into this dress… *dress from Psychomoda
Yes, it was bloody freezing when I took this photo.
The new castle in Newcastle looks quite old…
Some people live in great-looking little houses.
Damn, I love these shiny leggings…
…until the next time…
If you need an engineering pin-up model, clearly I’m your girl…
Once you get over the fear of being seen in public, you might start craving the attention… (Dress by Psychomoda.)
I do cover up from time to time (but only if it’s appropriate…)
I’d never make it in a team.
Shot my bolt?
Fluffy the snake and I got on really well.
That’s actually Red Bull in the glass.
Is that a sword in your scabbard or are you just pleased to see me?
Sticking out my tongue at cameras was… uh, *is* a phase I’m going through.
Three-point-landings make everything epic. Especially in heels.
Uh, just realised there’s a boat with ‘KY’ right next to my backside; you shouldn’t read anything into this.
…or Princess of Power? You decide!
Action heroines always seem to end up mucking around industrial waste grounds…
If I move away, the pillar falls over.
You get used to cobbles. Eventually.
About to get west and wild…
In which I speak brainily to Newcastle Skeptics about cross-dressing…
Prancing around rock pools at Dunbar…
It’s not worth looking for hidden symbology in this photo…
In local vernacular, “Wha daur meddle wi’ me?!”
Expressing an early desire to do cheesy secret agent poses. Or something.
Early morning at a quiet little harbour…
If only boarding queues were as short as the dress…
Holy …!
Like Lara Croft, I have unfeasibly large bosoms, I am constantly looking for keys, and I am pretty much uncontrollable.
Sand gets everywhere. EVERYWHERE. *(photoshopped)
It took about three years to realise this skirt had pockets; this captures the moment.
Get your rocks off…
Action transvestite: running, jumping, climbing trees…
People pass by without batting an eyelid… when you’re out trying to give them flyers.
I don’t actually work out; I just like wearing lycra… 😛
All I need is a Jaguar E-type and my image is set…
I try to catch lightning in that bottle…
October is a time of grave concern…
The hills are alive with the sound of …transvestites.
This Easter Egg was gone in sixty seconds…
I can pretend to be serene!
Spring in my step?
What should a cross-dresser do with their sack?
Golf is a good walk spoiled.
It’s a bit windy up here…
The classic ‘call down lightning from the heavens’ pose. (Skirt by Psychomoda.)
Despite appearances, this isn’t a nuclear reactor; it’s a water treatment facility…
Warrior princesses must make time to check their nails.
Skirt by Psychomoda
After coming out, go out!
This pool was ancient, decrepit, manky, and full of sea critters. The smile is fake.
Fluffy the snake was a gentleman. (At least, until he decided to plunge his head between my tits… oh, wait…) *Dress by Psychomoda
Yee-haw, y’all!
My eyes are up here…
…in which I pretend to be clever…
Bringing a whole new meaning to the idea of ‘playing with myself’…
You just stick your thumb and and hitch a ride – that’s how trains work, isn’t it? *dress from Psychomoda
Reasons to be cheerful?
Going for that sporty look… in the middle of nowhere.
Brace yourselves; Twist is coming. (You’ll know when I come…)
If Einstein can do photos sticking out his tongue, so can I.
Cloak and dagger. The dagger may or may not be a euphmism for something.
I’m just amazed I could squeeze into this sucker.
Utterly bladdered; newt-like; pissed up on booze. If it wasn’t for the umbrella, I’d be on my face.
I extend my pinkie because I’m evil.
There is nowhere to hide in a dress this tight…
How short is that skirt?! …just short enough.
We drove all the way to Inversnaid waterfall to do a photoshoot, only to find it had been barricaded…
Shy crossdresser? Try hillwalking!
Steampunked
Everything about this picture says “Scottish cross-dresser”.
Yet another windy day…
Vintage dress, vintage plane; both are a bit cramped for space…
This is where princes and princesses learn stuff and shiz…
As emcee, I completely fail at surreptitiously checking the time on my phone…
Well, shoot!
The loch didn’t make me cold; I heated it up. Physics, I defy you!
It’s not easy being green. Especially with red eye.
Sitting on the Iron Throne for more than an hour at a time is not recommended…
Scottish summertime…
This pool has spent about 80 years getting smashed to bollocks by the North Sea.
If you get up early enough, you can have a summer beach all to yourself…
This was taken at 2am in October/November and it was FREEZING.
Spreading happiness, good cheer, chocolate, and myxomatosis…
Posing with a posie
Because clothes that light up are awesome. *Dress by Psychomoda
Posing like this, instead of concentrating on the table, is why I tend lose snooker…
Cheerleader Buffy doing a 3-point-landing in a graveyard. I don’t know how much more epic I can be for you people.
Nothing like a stroll in the park to get you going…
I love this dress; it’s stylish, classic and almost-but-not-quite too short…
…oh, wait, I’m not supposed to do that, am I?
Been seen to lean by a keen teen in jeans means I’m unclean?
Do I look cold? I felt cold.
Heroic music swells. So does my chest.
There can be only one! (Skirt by Psychomoda.)
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Things to do on a summer holiday…
They repair stiletto heels here too.
Time to cool my jets?
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Creature of the night?
Another dress that requires me to suck in my stomach…
Boldly going forwards ’cause we can’t find reverse…
It was like that when I got there…
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
If you ever get the chance to do this, take it!
I accidentally double-dipped my chest… 
Anywhere can look exotic if you get the right angle…
I have no idea what the numbers on CCG cards mean…
Shiny dress; groovy shadow – I guess I’m a 60’s chick at heart?
For the sake of glamour, let’s pretend this was taken somewhere warm and tropical…
Don’t need Dan Brown to figure out this imagery…
…because cross-dressing is an adventure (sometimes).
Got wood? *Dress by Psychomoda
Airport security screens out makeup, perfume, and other toiletries. Just what kind of terrorists are they looking for?
Home! (It’s rather windy…)
If modelling involves putting on a look of studied indifference, then …I’m still practising…
Scottish weather is reliably dismal.
Arty-farty photoshopping based on some epic concept art I saw a while back.
Fancy visiting The Pends? It Depends.
Stiletto heels and cobbles are not a good mix.
I live in a city with quaint villages right in the middle of it…
I’m blue dab-a-dee Aberdour, dab-a-dee Aberdour…
“Is a 1955 departure the 24-hour clock, or the year?”
Trying very hard not to fall backwards into the sea…
Say it with flowers…
I’m a summertime kinda gal…
TRONsvestite on the run…
Footsore from high heels? Find something to lean on…
My home town has some great scenery…
Dainty, isn’t it? (The village, I mean…)
Smoke machines, funky lighting and a projector can make anything look epic…
I bet that gull had a great view.
I live in a city with a multitude of creepy, overgrown graveyards.
Dress by Psychomoda.
Buffy mucking about in the cemetery undergrowth…
Three-point landings make anything seem epic.
Twist on tha toon…
On yr rocks, checkin out yr rockpoolz…
The lightsabers are called ‘Woody’ and ‘Buzz’. Because Disney.
The loch didn’t cool me down; I warmed it up.
Out in the Scottish countryside…
I don’t always hang around on street corners, but when I do…
Going a bit nuts with the photoshop there…
This blog allows me to reflect on things.
This is an attention-getting little number…
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
I think this captures the *moment* the guy on the left has figured me out… 🙂 (Dress by Psychomoda; photo by Reverine Photography.)
You’ll notice I’m kneeling in a paddling pool; there’s no way I was jumping into the one behind me.
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