Snap snap, grin grin

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.

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.