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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.

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Thursday, 4th November, 2004

Bugger

Just to respond quickly to some of the points brought up yesterday in comments and emails that I got...

  • I realise that I might end up "outing myself to the whole world" — this is the Big DIlemma itself. I don't think my transvestism would overshadow the rest of the research — it's only a small part of the other things I'm contemplating. And anyway, if it brings a little attention to our community, then isn't that good?
  • LOL — Dr Siobhan Curran PhD TV MA CD BA :wink:
  • Yeah — odd that — I think the poem must have finished or something
  • (email) When exactly have I insisted I'm strictly heterosexual?!
Nowt more today — too preoccupied to type.

(the title isn't related to the text BTW — it was just the best letter in The Guardian today — I thought I'd share it with yous)

Patheniona writes:

When they reached where Siobhan was They stood stock still upon the moss, Leering at each other, Brother with queer brother: Signalling each other, Brother with sly brother, One set his basket down One reared his plate; One began to weave a crown Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown (Men sell not such in any town); One heaved the golden weight Of dish and fruit to offer her:

"Come by, come by," was still their cry. Siobhan stared but did not stir, L nged but had no money: The whisk-tailed merchant bade her taste In tones as smooth as honey, The cat-faced purr'ed.

The rat-paced spoke a word Of welcome, and the snale-paced even was heard; One parrot-voiced and jolly Cried Pretty Goblin" still for "Pretty Polly";- One whistled like a bird. But sweet-tooth Siobhan spoke in haste: "Good folk, I have no coin; I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver either. And all my gold is on the furze That shakes in windy weather Above the rusty heather." "You have much gold upon your head," They answer all together: "Buy from us with a darken curl." She clipped a precious darken lock She dropped a tear more rare than pearkl The sucked their fruit globes dark or red: Sweeter than honey from the rock, Stronger than man-rejoicing wine, Clearer than water flowed that juice; She never tasted such before. DO I CARRY ON WITH PRINCESS FAIRY TALES?

Patheniona writes:

cos this is a long tail, wait, its worth it. How should it cloy with length of use? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more Fruits which that unknown orchard bore; She sucked until her lips were sore; Then flung the emptied rinds away But gathered up one kernal-stone, And knew not was it night or day As she turned home alone, Patheniona met her at the gate Full of wise upbraidings: "Dear, you should not stay so late, Twilight is not good for maidens; Should not loiter in the glen In the haunts of goblin men, Do you not remember Jeanie, How she met them in the moonlight. Took their gifts both choice and many. Ate their fruits and wore their flowers Plucked from bowers Where summer ripens at all hours? But ever in the noonlight She pined and pined away Sought them by night and day

Read and await the more//////////////

Mikee writes:

Thought it was too good to last. Sorry Paracetamol or what ever your name is but we come here to read about siobhan not some windbag who doesn't rhyme.

Edwina writes:

Can you bring your Big Dilemma into the research itself? I mean, make it start from a first person enquiry, about what it means for me to have an online self, but wrap that in another enquiry, what it means for me to conduct a public enquiry into my online self (with the attendant dilemma); and only then move to third person, what it means for other people to have online selves.. Oops, I think I might be disappearing up something fundamental here! But Action Research methodologies might be interesting...

Steph writes:

It’s an interesting little dilemma (…and isn’t life always full of them). I wouldn’t think you’d have much of a problem with your students finding out…I spent a few years as an Art student, and I’m sure they’d find the whole thing pretty ‘cool’. The big worry I’d have would be the reaction of the staff at Uni, ‘cus I know what they can be like!!! It’d be a shame not to do the project though, it sounds fascinating… People have so many sides to their personalities; it’s always hard to decide which the ‘real’ one is. Some peoples ‘online self’ is a complete transformation…Apart from the obvious things, there’s not a huge difference between me as ‘boy’ or ‘girl’…but I will say that my online ramblings are as close to the real me as your gonna get…(or is it that I’m slowly turning into my ‘online self’…..) Love ya Steph XXX www.steph-angel.co.uk