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