More tranny photos.
We had the Sibyls weekends at the Royal Foundation of St Katherines, an Anglican retreat centre from which St Katherine’s Dock gets its name. I have rarely stayed in a place with frescoes, and we worshipped together and talked into the night of transition. And played with cameras: the pose comes from a book of paintings by Lord Lichfield.
This was taken at a Northern Concord weekend. The staircase was in constant use for photos.
I went on holiday with Gwladys in her motor caravan in 2009, and was still at the photos: she wanted to do a portrait of me, just the head and shoulders: I insisted on the props- the Tale of Genji, the wine, the caravan.
I sewed the lace on myself. This was the first time I had my makeup done, by a woman selling cleansers at the Northern Concord. Barbara took a landscape shot including the payphone to my right.
After this party, I gave a woman a lift back to her hotel, and she put her head in my lap as I drove. Under my skirt. I said goodbye at the hotel door.
The ideal back garden is an extension of the home, and the Manchester climate is perfect for it.
Narcissistic? Moi? I can think of no better use for such a Work of Art.
Carol, sometimes called Charles.
Showing off for one camera was bliss- two was very heaven!!
I don’t like submissives, but they have their uses, I suppose.
My first ever photo session.
The thought that God accepted me as I am meant a lot to me, and Colin did not mind: as a Catholic he did not think this Anglican building a proper church anyway.
Wonderful props at the Hollywood Showbar, Canal St.
What a gorgeous bird I have on my arm!