In this photo from early June I was totally getting into being a woman and would happily have posed with a man on my arm to sell the illusion I was female. I enjoyed wearing this outfit and if I am honest felt very much at home appearing like this. The intensity of the moment was quite something to cope with, I wanted nothing more than to remain female forever. However, about four hours after this photo was taken I returned to being a man and was quite happy to do so. I think the knowledge I desire to dress up and look female and act as if I am female is something I get a buzz from. The fact I rarely get to cross-dress is probably what I find attractive about being a transvestite. If I was a woman full time I would not likely get the rewards I have emotionally and physically that I get from the occasional cross-dressing experiences. Yet, I feel there is a part of me that wishes I was female. At this, Mayo, still wearing the bloodied vest from last night, and far from looking his best, stands in front of this audience of hardened killers and gangsters, and they can barely contain their laughter* The Bride was wearing diamond jewelry worth L100,000 pounds easy, the rest of the girls were wearing matching emeralds sets that the bride paid L32,000 pounds each. The connection between acts 1 & 2, for those who haven’t figured it out, will be revealed in act 3.

But Beth, Calling it a casket is an old term, and her husband starts to explain (not for the first time) the origin of the phrase ”jewele casket” Now we break away from the crime scene to visit an occurrence that took place some two hours prior to the phone call that alerted the police to the unfortunate incident related above. Li- Yes sir, he did. But, so did Mr Rigger. Clearly, the government cares little about their promises. For me to appear, or more accurately attempt to appear as a woman is a heady powerful emotional desire that I will openly admit I am drawn to. I simply adore dressing up as a woman and trying to pass myself off as a female. Surely this is not what a man should be doing? Well, that's what society may tell us yet I live as a man and love to be a woman.The bride is the last to come out into the early morning, stopping to survey the activity below , ever so a royal highness looking down on her subjects. It appeared that the women had been rather keen upon meeting the handsome actor in person, along with probably a few dozen other ladies in attendance

Getting the mix right unavoidably involves making some expensive but worthwhile investments. This can be a total game changer and the results can move you into a far more rewarding and better place with your female appearance. I found purchasing some quality lace front wigs made a difference so big I never saw it coming! It changed everything, especially how I felt and believed in my female persona. I had avoided these wigs for years as they cost too much money. I am older now with less responsibilities and a bit more income I can spend so I did commit to several lace front wigs the were on offer in a sale. The first time I wore one it was an incredible boost to my confidence and helped me realise I could change my appearance to be much better. As it so happened he was actually in the process of arranging a meeting. The Priest felt that one more would be okay, but not to say anything to anyone else. The twin asked if her sister could come along. The priest had given her a quite long, thoughtful look, and after much ponderonce , reluctantly said ok. That note, is all I have on him, his family, friends, past relationships and pain. Use it, and eliminate him. You'll be the hero.Then, I haven’t wanted to share these images until I had exhibited them, etc. So now, since my exhibition Big Fence / Pitcairn Island opened, I’m finally able to post. Incidentally, the show is open now, so if you find yourself in London, or passing through Essex, take a look. The weather has been amazing this week and it’s a hop, skip, and a jump from London. Lots of Polaroids on show, plus some medium format work. Take a look ! www.francescamaffeogallery.com

All outgoing flights made on the previous Thursday and Sunday afternoon were noted, most of them had been to and from the states. Then a call came in on their telephone, the thieves answered it. After they hung up, the husband heard their phone used to call us, and heard the two thieves leave.. The film canister was handed over to the chief Inspector who carefully had the bomb disposal squad open it. It only contained a single reel of film.Appears they were going to the Brides summer home to be photographed. The trolley turned down the path to this old deserted manor where they were told there was engine trouble. Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.

Very well Lettice, if you wish to play it this way,” Sadie’s frown becomes more pronounced as she sighs. She looks at the impatient form of her youngest daughter, whom she considers to be her most problematic child by far. “I want no difficulties from you this evening.” The auto had been dropped off Sunday afternoon. The office had been closed, the key dropped off in a box. No idea really by whom.. After a couple of group shots are arranged in front of the elegant trolley, the party is herded aboard by the tuxedoed trolley driver. He has their schedule to keep. He is helped by his pretty blonde wife, herself dressed shimmering, sparkling, as she expertly moves (herds?) the elegant ladies , escorting them cheerfully to their seats.

Oh, say the critics, but polygamy's tied to child abuse. Uh, right. That's the same thing they say about same-sex unions... based on their ludicrous assumption that all homosexuals are somehow pedophiles, or sex fiends. Ridiculous.