Maybe it’s just because I’m tired at the moment, and seemed to have been exhausted for a long time, but it struck me, as I fired up Sarah’s laptop and went through her checklist – read her emails, check her Flickr responses and upload a couple of new poses, update her Facebook page, pop onto… Continue reading Kinda Serious -I’ve forgotten how to have fun….

I’m climbing the walls. Not literally, of course, but figuratively. And within my head Sarah is having a tantrum, throwing her shoes against the wall of the girlie flat inside my psyche where she lives when I’m ‘doing the drab’. I’ve got three weeks before I feel the blessed relief of a corset, if you… Continue reading A Tale of Two Pronouns and the S word

My name is Sarah and I am a lipstickoholic. It’s been just under one calendar month since I felt that lovely, delicious feeling of wet perfectness on my lips. And hellfire, I miss it. Anyway, after that little spasm into almost-fetishism, I thought I’d have a nice pause this time and sit back and try… Continue reading Those little moments of indescribable joy

This blog post is a little tongue in cheek, so please don’t get offended if I repeatedly state a sightly rude reflection on my pictures. You have been warned 🙂 Alison Dale is somewhat of a legend to me. For a start, she is a really sweet person, a little rude in a wonderfully naughty… Continue reading Why I love (2) – Becoming one’s own object of desire

It occurs to me that my blog has, err, taking somewhat of an ’emo’ turn lately, mostly due to massive influxes of adrenaline and fear (going out) and, to be honest, kinda over-doing the fun-time a bit. So, let’s lighten it up a little. This entry will be the first of a number of entries… Continue reading Why I love…..

It’s been an odd couple of weeks. No hyperbole, but my life tends to go in cycles, if cycles were like the ups and downs of a very tall roller coaster. I’ve said before that I’ve buried the feminine persona within a number of times, and for long periods of time, and I’ve felt happy… Continue reading The sisters are doing it for themselves. Almost.

So, it’s been a week exactly since I was tottering around on black patent heels in a crowded trans-nightclub, in equal parts stunned and terrified. And I’ve been thinking a lot about Sarah, life, the universe, you know, all the trivial things. Normally at this point I’d flutter my eyelashes, sigh, and say it is… Continue reading Retro-spective….

So, I did it. I went out to a trans-nightclub as Sarah, dressed identically to the picture above. And it was utterly terrifying…. I’ll take a step back and start at the beginning. I’m a planner. Often at the expense of everything else, to be honest. Everything has to be perfect, all bases covered. I… Continue reading Operation Terrified

Or ‘Bucket-Listing’. So, just finished the first of two sessions and learned some very valuable lessons. But I get ahead of myself, let’s start at the beginning…..of the week. I can’t say ‘no’ when I work. This often (i.e. all the time) leads to me working silly hours, travel mostly but also some very hard… Continue reading The DoubleChinUlator….

Apologies for the quietness, I’ve been doing stupid hours of work and having one of those moments. You know, when you start to question what you are doing. Even after explaining to myself the wonder and thrill of being able to accept and be Sarah, I still get the good old guilt and worry rearing… Continue reading A wetsuit with nipples….