If you came here because you googled for "tranny blog", please stay, and-
LAUGH, DAMN YOU!!
When I started to go out female, like many others I liked photographs. They gave
something to remember the experience, and remind myself that yes, I can appear
female. Other people showed off their photos: this is me in my living room; this is
me in my kitchen; oh, here is another in my living room.
This is my first, taken by Barbara. It is me in my living room.
But this was not enough for me. I plucked up the courage to go outdoors:
and let out my anger: vandalising an underpass:
Vandalising a Jaguar:
Getting carried away:
Getting married (at Manchester Mardi Gras)
On Fiona's boat on the Norfolk Broads:
and on the set of Gladiator:
It could get tiring:
My girlfriend at the time lived in Cottingley,
and I found after much searching that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was right:
On the way, I learned that forewarned is forearmed:
and that you should never photograph someone in front of something
so that it looks as if it is sticking out of her head.
I was terrified of going to the supermarket expressing myself female-
what will people think? So this stunt emerged,
and no-one took a blind bit of notice of me.
I have always known where the sun shines from. Here is the proof:
Birds gotta swim, and fish gotta fly, and I have to dive in:
If you came here by googling for tranny blog (my most common search term)
and then clicked here when I asked if you were looking for tranny pics,
here is a Reward. Warning: most trans women find that site repulsive.
I have photos of shemales here.
Alternatively, why not stick around here and find out a bit about
what transsexuality is really like?
Or, you could look at some more pictures.