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