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