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