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