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This wind farm is the future! And it annoys Donald Trump! What’s not to like?
This pool was ancient, decrepit, manky, and full of sea critters. The smile is fake.
If you want to pretend to be epic, find an epic location.
It took about three years to realise this skirt had pockets; this captures the moment.
No idea why I struck this pose, but it’s different.
They repair stiletto heels here too.
If Einstein can do photos sticking out his tongue, so can I.
I have no idea what the numbers on CCG cards mean…
Sunrise is a time to reflect…
Lighthouses warn off ships. I do my best to attract them. The ships ended up going in circles.
Wearing a PVC catsuit on the hottest day of the year results in a waterfall when you take it off…
Managed to catch the only 10 minutes of sunshine!
Shiny dress; groovy shadow – I guess I’m a 60’s chick at heart?
Three colourful Edinburgh icons. (Fuck you; I’m an icon! In my head.)
Four-inch heels are completely impractical for being a cartoon secret agent…
In which I speak brainily to Newcastle Skeptics about cross-dressing…
This was taken at 2am in October/November and it was FREEZING.
…or Princess of Power? You decide!
This is actually right outside a hotel’s breakfast room…
peekaboo!
I told him I don’t give Noss on a first date. He gave me a stony look. (There was no second date.)
There can be only one! (Skirt by Psychomoda.)
I don’t like sand. It’s coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere…
Shy crossdresser? Try hillwalking!
Well, shoot!
Och, hills! Ochil Hills! Och!
Scottish summertime…
On a twisting stair…
Whatever you do in life, feel epic doing it.
This is where princes and princesses learn stuff and shiz…
This blog allows me to reflect on things.
Spreading happiness, good cheer, chocolate, and myxomatosis…
Three-point landings make anything seem epic.
Some days you get lucky with the view…
Everything about this picture says “Scottish cross-dresser”.
Looks like the warrior princess is a bit of a worrier too…
Yet another windy day…
The lightsabers are called ‘Woody’ and ‘Buzz’. Because Disney.
I bet that gull had a great view.
Early bird…
Posing like this, instead of concentrating on the table, is why I tend lose snooker…
Nothing phallic about that tank at all. No, sirree.
That’s a map of the Pentland Hills. I’m in Lomond Hills. No wonder I’m lost.
Home! (It’s rather windy…)
When all else fails, keep partying!
Got wood? *Dress by Psychomoda
Charmed, I’m sure…
Didn’t feel a thing.
Contrived? Set up? Whatever could you mean?
Uh, just realised there’s a boat with ‘KY’ right next to my backside; you shouldn’t read anything into this.
Going a bit nuts with the photoshop there…
Sing when you’re whinnying?
How short is that skirt?! …just short enough.
…oh, wait, I’m not supposed to do that, am I?
Sorting out my hair, because that’s what people will be looking at first… right?
I don’t always hang around on street corners, but when I do…
As emcee, I completely fail at surreptitiously checking the time on my phone…
Got to add some colour to the place!
Prancing around rock pools at Dunbar…
I dress like this every morning. And so should you.
…until the next time…
The hills are alive with the sound of turnips.
The loch didn’t cool me down; I warmed it up.
I was hungry, all right?!
TRONsvestite on the run…
Fucking freezing.
Presented without comment… 😉
Stiletto heels and cobbles are not a good mix.
In local vernacular, “Wha daur meddle wi’ me?!”
This is me trying to smile despite all the early-morning water beasties skittering over my toes.
It’s a bit windy up here…
Sticking out my tongue at cameras was… uh, *is* a phase I’m going through.
I’m so bad at snooker, I can’t even hold the cue properly…
This is the look you want when listening to 80’s power ballads.
Where the hell am I?
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…)
These massive purple books at Alnwick Castle co-ordinate well with my clothes.
I’m blue dab-a-dee Aberdour, dab-a-dee Aberdour…
Epic lighting all caught in camera…
It’s not easy being green. Especially with red eye.
Utterly bladdered; newt-like; pissed up on booze. If it wasn’t for the umbrella, I’d be on my face.
Second later, I Marilyn Monroe’d the rest of the loch…
My tits are fake, but they don’t jiggle like Pamela’s did…
Like Lara Croft, I have unfeasibly large bosoms, I am constantly looking for keys, and I am pretty much uncontrollable.
I went batshit with a purple filter here.
Kelpie statue or borg architecture?
Smoke machines, funky lighting and a projector can make anything look epic…
…when the revolution comes…
The ‘Bonnet Stone’ is kinda groovy…
I’m amazed my makeup survived the winter gardens…
This is more uncomfortable than it looks…
Pretty, thin, and graceful: that bridge is everything I aspire to be. (Apart from the bit about traffic running over me, obviously…)
Damn, I love these shiny leggings…
I bought myself a reward for the end of my road trip…
Warrior princesses must make time to check their nails.
Pretending to be epic…
Cloak and dagger. The dagger may or may not be a euphmism for something.
Heroic music swells. So does my chest.
I do cover up from time to time (but only if it’s appropriate…)
Pause and reflect for a bit?
I wanted to find an exercise that would lift everything. EVERYTHING.
You’ll notice I’m kneeling in a paddling pool; there’s no way I was jumping into the one behind me.
Man, that’s some good hayfever
I live near some epic architecture…
“Is a 1955 departure the 24-hour clock, or the year?”
(…this is actually a library fire exit!)
After coming out, go out!
It’s not worth looking for hidden symbology in this photo…
Action transvestite: running, jumping, climbing trees…
For the sake of glamour, let’s pretend this was taken somewhere warm and tropical…
Anywhere can look exotic if you get the right angle…
Purple and green make a weird mix in pre-dawn light…
Dress by Psychomoda.
What should a cross-dresser do with their sack?
I’m a long way from home here…
All aboard the Twist train?
Skirt by Psychomoda
Everyone should dress like this before sunrise.
Wanted posters were always phrased a little ambiguously…
If you get up early enough, you can have a summer beach all to yourself…
Of course it’s not a natural pose – not with that smile, anyway…
HELLO? YEAH, I’M AT LOCH NESS. IT’S VERY WINDY. NO, I SAID WINDY. AT LOCH NESS. HELLO? HELLO? FUCK IT, HERE’S SOME CLEAVAGE. I’M GOING NOW.
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Bringing a whole new meaning to the idea of ‘playing with myself’…
Dainty, isn’t it? (The village, I mean…)
Sitting on the Iron Throne for more than an hour at a time is not recommended…
Reasons to be cheerful?
I can pretend to be serene!
Because I’m classy that way.
Inspired by Tina Fey in Esquire: payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/108617/1413003/esquire_15_1000.jpg
Through the castle door in Transexual Transylvaniaaaaa…
I extend my pinkie because I’m evil.
I’m a summertime kinda gal…
They’re great when you first put them on, but then they wrinkle. And they never stop squeaking.
Expressing an early desire to do cheesy secret agent poses. Or something.
Don’t need Dan Brown to figure out this imagery…
Yeah, maybe went a bit overboard in Photoshop here…
I thought the flowers on the dress would be good camouflage.
This pool has spent about 80 years getting smashed to bollocks by the North Sea.
My home town has some great scenery…
Well… I’m here…
Shiny – let’s be bad guys.
Shot my bolt?
Because clothes that light up are awesome. *Dress by Psychomoda
Time to cool my jets?
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
We drove all the way to Inversnaid waterfall to do a photoshoot, only to find it had been barricaded…
The classic ‘call down lightning from the heavens’ pose. (Skirt by Psychomoda.)
Spring in my step?
You have to cock it before use. (The gun, I mean.)
Sometimes you need sunshine to sparkle properly…
This pose comes courtesy of my left foot sinking ankle-deep in wet sand.
Say it with flowers…
That’s actually Red Bull in the glass.
If you ever get the chance to do this, take it!
This is how I exercise at the weekend. How about you?
I accidentally double-dipped my chest… :/
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
On yr rocks, checkin out yr rockpoolz…
Footsore from high heels? Find something to lean on…
The balls are hidden. …oh, what?
Pink and purple? My eyes!!!
Three-point-landings make everything epic. Especially in heels.
(Waves hello)
Arty-farty photoshopping based on some epic concept art I saw a while back.
If philosopher David Hume knew people would rub the toe of his statue for luck, he’d turn in his grave…
Trying very hard not to fall backwards into the sea…
About to get west and wild…
This is an attention-getting little number…
Get your rocks off…
Creature of the night?
I have precisely zero singing ability.
Work of art! And so’s that shit behind me.
Me with an impressive erection. …what?! It’s not *mine*! Jesus, you people. It’s named after a guy called… *checks notes* …Willy.
Fluffy the snake was a gentleman. (At least, until he decided to plunge his head between my tits… oh, wait…) *Dress by Psychomoda
You just stick your thumb and and hitch a ride – that’s how trains work, isn’t it? *dress from Psychomoda
This was a friend’s photoshop challenge: multiple Twists playing Twister.
Dumbarton rocks!
Buffy mucking about in the cemetery undergrowth…
The new castle in Newcastle looks quite old…
This Easter Egg was gone in sixty seconds…
If modelling involves putting on a look of studied indifference, then …I’m still practising…
Action heroines always seem to end up mucking around industrial waste grounds…
All I need is a Jaguar E-type and my image is set…
October is a time of grave concern…
Cue the blistering electric cello solo…
I have mastered the single entendre
Golf is a good walk spoiled.
Brace yourselves; Twist is coming. (You’ll know when I come…)
I colour co-ordinate with nature. Muthafuckaz.
Happy chocolate egg day!
Nothing like a stroll in the park to get you going…
If I move away, the pillar falls over.
Things to do on a summer holiday…
Scottish weather is reliably dismal.
Is that a sword in your scabbard or are you just pleased to see me?
This was a triumph…
When in doubt, add lens flares.
…in which I pretend to be clever…
The Trossachs in March: snowy enough to be pretty, but not so snowy I can’t drive there…
Been seen to lean by a keen teen in jeans means I’m unclean?
Yee-haw, y’all!
I can put on a show from time to time…
Let’s see you try holding this pose…
Pew! Pew!
I have a fertile imagination 😉
This tiny fishing village was a location in the Avengers films…
I’m amazed I could squeeze into this dress… *dress from Psychomoda
Je m’appell Madame Torsion; ivre avant le lever su soleil, moi? Mais oui!
I live in a city with a multitude of creepy, overgrown graveyards.
I try to catch lightning in that bottle…
I colour-match the Scottish border.
My body is a temple; it’s open on Sundays OH SHIT I DID NOT SAY THAT
Holy …!
Worship me, muthafuckaz
Inspired by the Divine Presence, or yawning? You decide!* *(yawning.)
In which I dominate this funky red couch.
Pro tip: sunrise in the summer is the best time to get photos of Edinburgh Castle.
Stirling stuff, this… (NB, this is combined from two photos to get me and the castle in focus.)
French tart or criminal mastermind? You decide!
Rise and shiny?
I live in a city with quaint villages right in the middle of it…
The loch didn’t make me cold; I heated it up. Physics, I defy you!
Cross-dressed Laserquest gets a bit warm…
The movie version of this will be a sleeper hit. The game version will be a rail shooter.
Cheerleader Buffy doing a 3-point-landing in a graveyard. I don’t know how much more epic I can be for you people.
Out in the Scottish countryside…
Despite appearances, this isn’t a nuclear reactor; it’s a water treatment facility…
On any road trip, stretch your legs once in a while…
I think this captures the *moment* the guy on the left has figured me out… 🙂 (Dress by Psychomoda; photo by Reverine Photography.)
Pretending to be awestruck by a fluorescent light…
Sunrise tomb-raiding; the lens flare is real, btw.
In which I rush to save a jellyfish from drowning.
Some people live in great-looking little houses.
Posing with a posie
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Minimal photoshopping required…
I was so hungry I started eating my clothes from the other end.
Nothing like a topical reference from the past to date your old photos…
My eyes are up here…
Do I look cold? I felt cold.
Dundee’s newest, and second, attraction…
Smells like Twist spirit?
The 80s were… a different time.
Early morning at a quiet little harbour…
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.)
In which I do my physical dance mime theatre interpretation of a tree.
Another dress that requires me to suck in my stomach…
You have to be very rich to own a mansion you can paint the colour of Irn Bru…
Boldly going forwards ’cause we can’t find reverse…
Going for that sporty look… in the middle of nowhere.
…because bunnies are renowned for… uh, laying eggs…
Slender, graceful, modern… I love wind farms.
Imagine…
The hills are alive with the sound of …transvestites.
Three seconds later in a gust of wind, I Marilyn Monroe’d everyone in the roof garden.
Shit! I’m late for my bus!
It was like that when I got there…
I don’t actually work out; I just like wearing lycra… 😛
The only spot on Dumbarton Rock without wind…
In which I bring a touch of Rocky Horror to Hogwarts…
I have a great sense of stile.
Hey, tits! I’m not a twitcher, though. Can’t jiggle at all, truth be told…
Photo by Duncan Holmes Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
Twist on tha toon…
Turning over a new leaf?
Sand gets everywhere. EVERYWHERE. *(photoshopped)
Fluffy the snake and I got on really well.
There is nowhere to hide in a dress this tight…
See Edinburgh Castle from Castle Street. (No idea how it got that name.)
Bringing a bit of colour to…. uh, never mind.
You can swim in it too…
The Hogwarts sorting hat couldn’t decide about me…
Stone circle or stargate? You decide!
People pass by without batting an eyelid… when you’re out trying to give them flyers.
…because cross-dressing is an adventure (sometimes).
This is a folly. (I mean, the incomplete neo-hellenic temple in the background…)
Nessie tells me her flat Earth theory; I am sceptical…
Fancy visiting The Pends? It Depends.
Yes, it was bloody freezing when I took this photo.
Tarlair Lido has seen better days…
If only boarding queues were as short as the dress…
For swingers?
I’d never make it in a team.
Vintage dress, vintage plane; both are a bit cramped for space…
Thought this was a derelict windmill at first…
*Heroic music swells* *like my chest*
Spin on it?
Sea. This. Rocks.
I’m a good-weather kinda gal.
This is a space I invaded…
Photo by Reverine Photography; dress by Psychomoda.
You get used to cobbles. Eventually.
Inspired by the Greek myth of Andromeda. And bondage.
If you need an engineering pin-up model, clearly I’m your girl…
Steampunked
It’s like a Herbal Essences advert gone wrong.
I love this dress; it’s stylish, classic and almost-but-not-quite too short…
I much prefer speaking without a mic…
“We’re not flying; we’re falling with style!”
I tried laughing therapy with a distraught girl. It didn’t work. (Doesn’t matter – had a good laugh anyway.)
A water treatment plant. The smile is forced.
I’m just amazed I could squeeze into this sucker.