I was rolling around in bed pouting and wiggling during one of those
‘adult’ web-cam things and decided to snap a few photographs of myself
at the same time.

So, this is what I look like when I’m on-line. Grainy, blurry, fuzzy
and under-dressed. I have to learn to keep my clothes on – or at
least dress warm.

I also realised that I don’t take photographs of myself – this is it,
this is all there is. I’ll have to do better than this.

I need a theme for them, you know, where I get to dress up as a bunny
or in a uniform or costume or something – any ideas?

Let me know and I’ll make a self portrait my next rainy day activity.

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Lavinia.

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Ok, two days ago I tweeted this:

“Latest: Have dinner with me! to finance my career as a writer I'm selling 3 dinner dates with
me! Hungry? Let me know: www.filthytrannywhore.com ”

I’ve sold one – yippee.

However that still leaves Friday and Sunday nights – so you want to go to dinner?

Seriously, I need to quit my job. I’ll never become Australia’s most
famous living transsexual author if I’m stuck in an office three days
a week doing research for some corporation that thinks I’m a
‘novelty’. You should meet these people, they are tedious. My job is
seriously boring. Only a series of dinner dates can save me – so how
about it?

On another note one kind gentleman (thank you ‘pantsman54’) has
offered me money in exchange for smutty photographs and dirty e-mail
correspondence.

I’ve thought seriously about this and decided it’s a good idea. What
do you think? Are you interested too?

I know this must make me sound like a trashy whore, maybe I am, but I
promise to be tasteful. Unless you want me to be a trashy whore, I
don’t really mind. As long as it keeps me out of the stupid office.

For chrissakes, my job is so dull. Really, Roy Morgan Values Segment
data and media typology – pleeeeease, spare me. I really don’t care
what women 45 to 55 are reading (NW and Women’s Weekly still score
over Index, can you believe that?). Yet this is what I have to find
out. Think about it, is this what Australia’s first transsexual
superstar author should be doing to make money? I think not.

What I should be doing is e-mailing you semi pornographic photographs
of myself wearing Hello Kitty underwear and talking about how I can
relive your ‘stress’, or sitting down in a nice restaurant over a
bottle of Chablis giving you a hard on as I talk about my Hello Kitty
underwear.

Where the hell would I be without Hello Kitty?

Ok, help!

For a dinner date or a pornographic e-mail relationship you know where
to find me!

Love and kisses and Hello Kitty.

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Lavinia.

Ok, so I’m wrote about Carla’s new ass and the her plastic surgery and
all of that maybe 6 months ago and Brittany is still talking about it
– as far as I’m concerned Carla’s new ass is old news.

But Brittany is still fixated on the subject, god knows why, anyway
last Saturday she comes up with this quote “your destiny is your
ass...”

I have no idea what this means, but we were so drunk at the time it
seems like the funniest quote in the world.

Anyway when we went to the ladies to do our make up Brittany hoists up
her skirt to reveal her ass and begins to ‘pole’ dance with the mirror
for every girl or tranny that walks in.

Thank god for the iPhone because I managed to grab a few shots of her
in action, this is one of them.

Maybe she’s right; maybe your ass is your destiny.

In which case you can now look at the picture and make your own
conclusions about Brittany's.

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Lavinia.