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...
Me, By Laura Handbag
(via flickr.com/people/si08han) 
April Angell took a photo of me at Sparkle that summed me up perfectly. Now Laura does it too.
http://www.laurashandbag.co.uk
(April, what's the URL to that so I can link properly?)
(Oh, and a prize to whoever shames me first by spotting the girl in the background of that picture that I spent so long on Saturday night trying to pull)
lol dont you just love the look on guys faces when they walk in???
This happened to me a few weekends ago, just going out with some friends around the local High Street bars... there was a massive queue in the ladies because of a broken toilet, so luckily I was wearing some Dot P jeans and did the urinals... poor old fella next to me just didn't know what to say (especially as I was wearing the most lurid pink flowery Paisley blouse!) 
Steph Jones
I remember, some years ago, someone marketing a disposable cardboard funnel-like thingy to allow women to use a 'gents' urinal (although why they should ever want to is quite beyond me — apart from the queuing issue). I couldn't find the original site, but I did find this: http://www.whizaway.com/
Not sure I'd want to slip a used one in my handbag though!
Alli' Cat'
A bit more on WHIZAWAY. The site has some great tips:
- If you are outdoors, be sure that your back is to the wind.
- To use your Whiz standing in a toilet, face the bowl.
Alli' Cat'
They've had those things at festivals in the past few years, to help with the long queues for the ladies. I'm told they have people there offering instructions on their use, one of which is "control, girls, it's all about control", a piece of advice which one of my friends in her desperation neglected to follow. I'm sure you can all work out what happened. She was a little embarrassed.
Rachel of Leeds
Well for whats its worth. While doing the touristy thing by coach through Italy a couple of years ago at the "comfort" stops it seemed to be quite usual for the ladies to use the gents facilities if there was a queue for the ladies. Not the urinals but the proper loos. I think I was the only one surprised by this behaviour . I did notice though they came in mob handed rather than singly. I have thought many times what would happen if the gents invaded the ladies....???
Kylie
One thing I've been meaning to ask Siobhan, seeing as your out neither at work or with your family, do you get stick for your hair? Maybe it's just because I only know you on here, maybe long hair on boys isn't that odd any more.
Long hair/blonded hair/streaked hair/permed hair...all the young guys here have it so its no big deal here these days
Loz, sorry, I am out at work. Everybody knows I'm a trannie. To be honest, I don't really get much stick about my hair — it doesn't ever even register with anyone. Even the ones who know.
Sometimes, I wish I did get stick about it — or just gentle intrigue — you know, "Mummy, look at that man with hair like a girl". I think that sometimes, my self delusional abilities surpass even what I thought was possible. Here's me thinking "People must think something about me — I've got a girl's ponytail" and actually, people just don't care.
Which is, of course, the one thing I fear most of all 
I just couldn't resist grabbing this pic when I discovered Siobhan in the loo!
That girl has one wicked sense of humour... and I just love the way she challanges ALL preconception.
Happy birthday, honey!!!
laura handbag
"Long hair/blonded hair/streaked hair/permed hair...all the young guys here have it so its no big deal here these days"
"Sometimes, I wish I did get stick about it — or just gentle intrigue — you know, "Mummy, look at that man with hair like a girl"."
While it's all very good that society has become more relaxed and you can get away with looking much more variable and colourful and interesting these days, I have to admit that it was brilliant walking down the streets as an effeminate punk 25 years ago or so with long spiky red or purple or blue hair and people would stare with mouth agape. They were astonished — you can't get that reaction any more.
Long hair on boys isn't that unusual anymore though and hasn't been for a long time. I had a mass of curly hair halfway down my back by the time I was 18 (I'm 32 now and I don't anymore). No one thought I was a tranny then, or anything odd about it. If anything, lasses were jealous of it. Mind though, the lads at my comp wanted to kick me in and cut it off, they never managed to though. Ha Ha.
Rachel of Leeds
Being a more mature lady, the 1970's were amazing, I had long long hair with an obviously female cut, layered and I used big Carmen rollers (shows my age!) I used to go out a lot to clubs and 'straight' venues and it really was no big deal, I spent most evening out dressed. To be honest things seem to have become less tolerant in a strange way. In the 70s we had racsim, class war, sexual inequality but we were nice to trannies! odd.
(Oh, and a prize to whoever shames me first by spotting the girl in the background of that picture that I spent so long on Saturday night trying to pull)
It was that girl in the background of the picture Do I win a prize?
Rachel of Leeds
In what amazingly tolerant part of the country did you live in during the 70s, Annachoos? I was a teenager then and never went out dressed fully as a woman — but I did wear make-up and jewellery and dye my long hair. And if people didn't stare in disbelief they shouted abuse. I was often punched in broad daylight by thugs. I was refused service in every single pub in Stevenage bar one because of the way I look. And let's not forget that gay-bashing back then was a normal part of a Saturday night's entertainment for many blokes. I can only imagine you were convincing enough that people simply didn't believe you were a man dressed as a woman.
Long hair seems fairly acceptable now, although probably not if you work in the city or something. It still makes me paranoid though! Hiding behind a "hippy" image seems to work well — people almost expect you to have long hair and piercings. I just wish plucked eyebrows were easier to excuse — I find myself frowning all the time to hide them.
I lived in London Stephanie, trundling around Notting Hill, Kensington and Shepherds Bush, there was was quite tranny community in Addison Gardens and round Ladbroke road in Notting Hill. This was 1976 so perhaps it was the area which was more relaxed than the date!
Is that that shirt?
You mean the one you picked out for me hon?
Nope — it's this one that I got from asos.com I love it — it's like "Look at me being all butch, yet at the same time I've got cuffs like a princess"
Sometimes you open up a webpage and you see something you weren't expecting in the least. Um. At least we can't see anything. But I assume you spent a lot of time in the "loo"?