Ms Doe

@msdoedevil.bsky.social

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Just a photographer who happens to be trans. Affirmation Junkie. The Flame of Tar Valon endures.

Me in a public restroom, identifiable by the graffiti-covered walls. I’m reflected in a multifaceted mirror, creating a fractured and surreal view.
Profile of a woman taking a picture. She’s wearing a leather jacket, there’s a nice tattoo on her neck and she has an interesting profile.
A crumpled plastic cup lying in a shallow puddle, reflected and difracted. There’s some reflections from the background.
A woman reaches high, a white sheet of paper in her hand. Background is black, lightning is literally dramatic as we were in a theatre.
Woman in pink holding a pink phone to her face with an elaborately manicured hand.
A black haired woman, dressed in black, disappears into the shadows of a street.
Me, looking obliquely to the camera. Short hair on the left, longish hair on the right, elaborate eyeliner.
Tiny puppy with huge ears and paws looking at the camera with the bluest eyes this side of the Atlantic
Two Latine Girls, almost naked, one of them wears a fishnet over her head, kiss and snuggle in front of a patrol car. The one giving the back to the camera has “queer lives matter” written on her ass.
Picture of the Ponte Vecchio in Florence, Italy.
Ponte Vecchio in Florence, Italy. You can see people walking around it, the several stories, the houses, the gorgeous clouds, the River Arno.
Forty something years old looking at the camera, left hand fingers framing full lips.
In the middle of the picture, a streetlight surrounded by a myriad leaves blown around by the wind. In the left, an orangey red tree on a grassy hill full of fallen leaves. In the background, low rises and a blue sky peppered with striated clouds.
A bunch of flowers in a corner, looking a bit like pubic hair. In a good way.
Cat resting behind a dirty window, pupils down to slits, very renaissance-like.
A branch floats on a dirty pond, rippling waves disturbing the reflections and giving it the aspect of a watercolor.
Crumpled plastic cup sitting on a puddle, refracting a bit of a rainbow.
Dome of a heavily decorated palace in Madrid. Picture is symmetrical, with curves going to both sides of the central arch. There are illuminated windows and small details representing star maps.
Bearded gay guy wearing a white tee, overalls and a cunty white coat with fluff.
PayPal screenshot with a negative balance of 93 bucks.
Fat trans woman wearing a handkerchief around her tits and a shawl wrapped in her shoulders. One hand is on her mouth, the other in her chest, both with the nails painted as the trans flag.
Picture of a jukebox illuminated on red, with an asymmetrical window and a small button console in the front.
Fake funkopop, with Supersaiyan Sonic’s head on Rouge the Bat’s body.
High in the mountains, a warm picture of a road sneaking through forests. In the side of the road, high and left, a big white home shows up.
A feminine hand with long, pink nails holding a cigarette with some ash on its tip. The background is warm, and most of the arm is in shadow.
Old people, clad in leather, looking out of an outlook into the horizon.
Two femmes with long dyed hair share a kiss cradled by the rainbow flag.
Face on my right hand, metal bracelet on my wrist. Looking straight at the camera, manicured left hand holding a pentacle with a ruby right below my red lips. On the right arm, a tattoo stating my pronouns and a black watch.
Me extending a cast enclosed hand toward the camera, rest of the picture out of focus
Me, sporting a sideshave on the left and long, blonde hair with dark roots on the right. I’m smiling, my head inclined to the left, resting on an IKEA shark I’m hugging. You can see the trans flag painted on my nails.
Looking straight to the camera, only half of the face visible behind what looks like a cowl. You can see my eye, half my nose, part of my lips and long blonde hair framing my face.
Mirror selfie. The frame of the mirror is pretty much ornate and out of focus, the lighting is red, and I’m illuminated on the left by a red neon.