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...
On The Problems of Clothes Storage
It's a quiet day here in Trannieworld. The aftermath of writing buckets and buckets one day usually involves a period of writer's block. Sometimes, the format of a weblog irritates me in that you're always having to write new stuff — and as soon as you do, some of the good stuff gets lost forever in the subether of the archives.
I'm not feeling particularly girlie today either. OK, admitedly within five minutes of getting home this morning I was swishing around in my fab jeans and little black blouse, but that only lasted about half an hour, and was mainly an attempt to put together an outfit for tomorrow night.
Which reminds me, I must get in touch with Natalie to make sure we're still on for a drink in the Village 
So, in an attempt today to achieve Great Things, I popped up to the antique centre up by the Ashton Memorial. I've been thinking about buying a trunk to put all the clothes that seem to find their way onto my bedroom floor into. My parents have an old thing that I'd really like — but I'm not sure of the feasibility of getting it over here. You know the sort I mean? Old-style travelling trunks, the kind of thing that an Edwardian Lady would ship all her outfits to India in (she said, skirting dangerously close to the Emily Howard line).
I trapsed round that place for ages — there were quite a few nice old oak chests (£50 — bargain! 
) — but eventually I found a stall with about 8 trunks on it.
The trouble was though, that they seem to have been decorated with loads and loads of old travel stickers. And while it would be dead good to have a trunk that had been all over the world, they seemed fake — which was a shame because I'm pretty sure they weren't fake at all (judging by the smell when you opened them)
I'll have to take Kath up there soon and see what she thinks. Speaking of Kath, I spotted an original 1920's Mah Jong set that I think she'd really like 
It was nearly £100 though
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So, a small post today, unless something jumps out of the blue and demands me to rant about it. I've got a couple of things I want to write about in the near future: one being a bit of a rant about Trannie Fanciers, and how we shouldn't give them such a hard time; the second being just a long list of all the bad comments people have ever left — with pithy, cutting repplies by yours truly.
But I think I need to be in a particular frame of mind for both of those 
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Oh yeah — I meant to say, if anyone has any photographs of me from Saturday night, I'd really like to see them
fling everything in there without worrying about folding and the like
That, my dear, is precisely why I want one
Hi Siobhan
I'm feeling rather guilty today, you have been out and about visiting antique stores etc, and I haven't even left the house for the past two days!
Recently I have become compulsive in my TG reading over the weekends, and what with this in addion to Monday blues, I faked a sicky yesterday and decided to extend it into today (naughty).
Well you are probably wondering, what has this got to do with me.
Although I have no one to blame but myself, I came across your blog on Sunday night, and just had to read more (you can see where this is going, can't you!). In addition I haven't had the chance to dress as Lauren recently, apart from a few snatched moments here and there (I have a wife and three kids).
Although my wife knows about Lauren (doesn't know her name) I still dress in secret, somethings don't change.
So, without further rambling I woke on Monday morning with my T girl depression and decided to throw a sicky. I semi justified it because I have a dissertation to write for a qualification I am working towards, so I thought I might kill two birds with one stone
Well the dissertation hasn't even blotted the paper yet (or keyboard), but I spent three hours yesterday dressing up and the majority of the day (and today) reading your blog and website.
So I still don't know how many words I can write in an hour — not that I have any pressure with my tutor visiting work tomorrow!
But I have thoroughly enjoyed taking part in the Siobhan experience. Between the odd debate or two (Grayson Perry) to visiting your other readers, especially Val Denhams Transart site, I have fully indulged myself.
Is this addictive, because I have visited your blog all morning for an update — or do I just need to get a life and get back to work in the morning?
This is a first for me — writing so much on anyones site — so why?
Well, as I said yesterday, the design of your blog caught my eye — from the lomo effect photos, to the experiments with light cast on the wall, to the very inspiring photos of yourself. Maybe it was also the G4 mac in the corner of a pic (ex mac user!), maybe it was the Rothko prints in an other, maybe it was all the words that echoed many of my own thoughts, mayber it was the connection with Lancaster (though I think my sister would freak if she saw me in her home town enfemme!), maybe it was the Irish connection.
I don't know the answers to the above, other than I realise that you are much more involved in what you are and believe in than I am, I will continue to visit and hope to be able to pick up as many words and images of inspiration as I have over these past two days.
Sorry for the ramble — ps. on the issue of bad comments — don't you think that some people given the anonimity of the net, think they can say what they like without fear of reprisal, I'm sure that face to face they wouldn't always be so self opinionated or rude.
Hugs Lauren
I've been thinking a bit more about the 'abusive comments' thing. The way I see it is: as soon as someone has the balls to stick their head above the parapet, they are almost bound to find some retarded troll waiting to throw rocks at them. What can you do about it? Well, you could ban all comments 
but that's a bit like throwing the baby out with the bath-water. Or you could sit there: vigilant, constantly monitoring, alert and ready to repel all unwelcome intruders (sounds like the recipe for a totally paranoid head-f**k to me). With enough script you could give them the bums-rush automatically (along with the odd 'genuine' reader who's maybe indulging in a bit of flirtatious cheek ), but frankly daaarling, who's got the time to waste when one could be out a-trannying! So, I guess the conclusion I've come to (for what it's worth) is: ignore them (ok, maybe add 'yawn, boring' to their posts — if you can be arsed).
One thing did puzzle me though: Yer troll is using t'inter-web. The greatest repository of un-moderated filth and p0rn ever created, and they are looking at pictures of guys in frocks who, by their own admission, they find "ugly". Why? — beats the hell out of me. Maybe one should be more sympathetic towards them. The may be 'in denial'? (or some other bloody-big, crock-infested river ).
Alli' Cat'
Goodness, I guess I wasn't the only one waiting for your daily update.
There I was thinking I would be the first to reply to your daily post and wham .... things were moving already
I think that Alli migh have a point — "Yer troll is using t'inter-web. The greatest repository of un-moderated filth and p0rn ever created, and they are looking at pictures of guys in frocks who, by their own admission, they find "ugly". Why?" I have often found that people who are happy to slag off others often have their own agenda for doing so.
I often wondered about my father whould would happily dismiss someone as a sissie, in fact anyone in touch with sensitive feelings was not a "mans — man"!
My sister and myself used to enjoy winding him up about gay issues when we were back from university (mind you I was never brave enough to discuss TG issues — too close to home! — they would have probably been despised even more!)
Recently my sister made me smile when she told me that she would buy copies of spare rib and would deliberately leave them behind when she returned to Uni. Seemingly she even added him to gay/lesbian mailing lists (she always was the one with balls!)
So maybe its true — slag off something thats too close to home — who knows?
Just surfing through on blogexplosion. Stopped to say that's a nice lookin' blog you got there.
Got nothing to say really. Just chuffed that Gravatar's been approved.
Un-edited of course. You see Siobhan... when you're as naturally beautiful as me you don't NEED Photoshop. :-S
Looking forward to reading your views on TFs.
the trunk sounds a qwik and easy option hun but why don't you just hang them up in the wardrobe likea good girl,or are your of the school of thought ,"out of sight ,out of mind",.
love the sight by the way and i have a tiny question ....its says on the site that you played rugby ,well i look like a rugby player and you look slim and sexy how do you do it ..........argh eyes turning green can't stop...... love Stephanie Dee
StephanieDee
My Gravatar's been approved too.
Only difference is that I ... REALLY ... need to use lots of photoshop filters, so gaussian blur, watercolour and smudge stick here I come !
Lauren
Lauren
Sorry ... think my post has gone wrong
Lauren
Siobhan. I'm sorry to muck up with too many entries in todays blog. Having gone to the effort of getting a gravatar I can't even get it to work. It must have realised that I needed a bigger makeover than photoshop could give me. Extreme Makeover UK here I come! night night
i love travelling trunks — they have some nice ones in John Lewis, although they aren't quite as glamourous as getting an antiquey one.
i love my pine chest, although its far too easy to just fling everything in there without worrying about folding and the like, which is always extra work whenever you want something put of there.