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