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 search for tranny pics, you get porn. Yuck. These are far more fun. But I have photos of shemales here. Alternatively, why not stick around here and find out a bit about what transsexuality is really like?