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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...

Monday, 1st November, 2004

Muddled

Sorry while I do a confused and rambling entry...

Today, I had a massage and bought a camera. Two rather fab things I think you'll agree ... especially considering the camera was a great big fuck-off Canon EOS 300D

Maybe I shouldn't have — it was rather expensive — but it's for work. The side-effect of me being able to do better pictures for here is just an added bonus :wink:

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I'm feeling a bit up in the air right now — I've been given the opportunity to come out in a majorly big way — and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Actually, that's not entirely true — I know exactly how I feel about it. If it wasn't for the fact that if I follow through with what's going on in my professional life then my parents will find out about Siobhan, then I wouldn't have a problem with it ... but I think that they might, and I don't want that to happen.

So I'm not sure :unsure:

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ANd I'm giving a lecture tomorrow, and I don't feel prepared. At all. And I think it's going to go wrong.

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Sorry, bundle of randomness tonight. I'm just a bit "meh" that's all

Patheniona writes:

Crouching close together In the cooling weather, With clapsing arms and cautioning lips, With tingling cheeks and finger tips. "Lie close," Siobhan said, Pricking up her golden head: "We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?" "Come buy," call the goblins Hobbling down the glen. "Oh, cried Patheniona, "Siobhan, Siobhan, You should not peep at goblin men." Patheniona covered up her eyes, Covered close lest they should look; Siobhan reared her glossy head, And whispered like the restless brook: "Look, Patheniona, look Patheniona Down the glen tramp little men. One hauls a basket, One bears a plate, One lugs a golden dish Of many pounds' weight. How fair the vine must grow Whose grapes are so luscious; How warm the wind must blow Through those fruit bushes." "No," said Patheniona: "No, no, no; Their offers should not charm us, Their evil gifts would harm us." She thrust a dimpled finger In each ear, shut eyes and ran: Curios Siobhan chose to linger Wondering at each merchant man.

OH DEAR WHAT NEXT

Jane writes:

Just found your site love to read your diary I thought you were out given how well u pass etc . At least you have a supportive partner