Hello 
I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.
Otherwise, feel free to close this box and explore...
Know what? On Friday Katie and I will have been going out for a whole 6 months. It's kinda wierd that — I mean on the one hand it seems like only yesterday that I was pacing round my house trying to get up the courage to go round and ask her out on a date...
...on the other hand though, it feels like I've always been with her, and I can't imagine life without her.
The amazing thing about Katie is that every day we go out, I find I'm more and more in love with her. I'm led to believe that for most relationships, they go through a period of about three months where everything is bliss and lovelyly, and then things level out a bit — but I don't think it's been like that with us.
Thing is (and I must point out that this is not the be-all-and-end-all of Reasons Why I Love Her, but since this is (sorta) a diary about me being a transvestite, then it's kinda appropriate) there's always (I guess) this little quest in the mind of every trannie to meet someone who 'is accepting' of what we do — I see things in forums and on mailing lists every now and again from people asking where the best places to meet women who are understanding are.
I guess I'm just unbelievably lucky — my social circle are all wonderful people who don't seem to be phased by the idea of a bloke in a dress. I think maybe that's something to do with me being a relic of Student Politics — you know, that Right-On, PC, kinda thing (which doesn't seem to be that prominent these days 
) — there seems to be an atmosphere of acceptance in the air.
It's like the other night when I went out clubbing with Katie. One of my friends popped round just before we went out, and instead of going "Bloke in a dress! Bloke in a dress!" she was like "Nice dress!"
Anyway, what I'm trying to say here (rather clumsily) is that maybe it shouldn't come as a surprise that my girlfriend is understanding of Siobhan. But I think it would be a terrible mistake to think that that's why I love her. Katie is an intelligent, gorgeous, wonderful, amazing woman. I love her enthusiasm, I love her drive, I love the way she's there for the people that who are important to her, and I love the way she's there for people she hardly knows. I'm constantly proud, impressed, and generally in awe of the way she works and what she does — and every time I hear someone praising her I think "yay! My girlfriend is fab!"
And yes, I love the way she takes boy-me and girl-me in her stride. I'm not sure exactly how she feels about the two of me — you'd have to ask her yourself — but she's given me so much confidence in what I do 
Anyway, apart from a general feeling of bliss and happiness, and an anniversary coming up, what brought this on?
OK, remember this?
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*ahem* Yeah, well, ya know. (note to Katie, I know my birthday is months away, but...)
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I was only kidding, but you'll never guess what she did...
My girlfriend buys me lingerie!
Seriously, I've got a grin of Tony Blair proportions
niki writes:
I agree, I think you have the best girlfriend in the world ever! She sounds amazing and therefore deserves all the love you can possibly give to her and it makes me smile that you are obviously making each other so happy.
