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...
Siobhan Curran — Ace Detective
I would like, if I may, to talk about pr0n.
Rather an odd pr0n day yesterday, to be honest. Basically, I had two emails from two people I pay to see rude pictures.
I remember a far while ago, how a friend of mine was loudly proclaiming that he "never had to buy porn again" because of the internet. And, on the whole, if you're not a freak pervert like myself, then that's true. You can download boring pictures of men's cocks up women's arses to your hearts content.
But, if you slightly more *ahem* specialist like myself, then you rapidly come to the conclusion that the only way you're going to see the sort of stuff you find erotic, is if you pay for it.
This is, I suppose, what comes with having an odd kink. Opening up The Sun on page three just doesn't do it for me these days — I need more than that.
Anyway right, the other day I was Googling for stuff. Googling in the "turn safefilter off thankyouverymuch" kinda way. And, well, I came across (not the best choice of words there — and I so didn't BTW) a crappy 'phone sex' site.
The thing was (I'm not linking to it — I don't want to grant it special PageRank powers) that the site was telling me that I could talk to a TS called "Erica" and showed me pictures of her.
God she was fit.
All I had to do was call a special twenty-million-pounds-a-minute phone number, and I could talk to horny Erica.
Except I knew that wasn't "Erica". I knew it was Tara.
...
A while back, someone emailed me (or maybe left a comment — who knows?) telling me that I reminded them of Tara Emory. Now, I know I dont look anything approaching how good Tara looks — but still, after checking her out a bit, I was incredibly flattered.
And I so got my credit card out — because, well, I'm kinda into that ![]()
Anyway, I was looking at these pictures, and I kinda felt that maybe I should let her know that someone was basically ripping her off online...
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From: Siobhan Curran
Subject: Stolen pictures
To: Tara Emory
Hi Tara, you don't know me or anything, but I was casually playing with Google this afternoon, and noticed this...
[...]
Those are pictures of you aren't they?
Just wanted to let you know that someone had nicked your pictures and was using them on a phone site.
Take care
Siobhan x
Which prompted this:
From: tara emory
Subject: Re: Stolen pictures
To: Siobhan Curran
Yep, those are me.. Heh heh,, i had some fun calling them up. The person on the other end of the line was all sexy voiced and was like, "ooh which credit card do you want to use",, and I'm like "well, this is Tara Emory, and her as on fetish-fone.com is using my pictures, so either she get her own pictures or take them down, or hear from my laywer, etc..etc.."
The girl on the other end was taken aback by this and told me how to call so and so about taking down the pictures.. i.e. the runaround.
I figure if they are still up in a week or so, I'll call again.. Maybe in a gruff man's voice as Tara's laywer or something.. or bodyguard, or butch lesbian prizefighter girlfriend.. and be a bit more threatening.. Tee hee
Glorious
Tara, hats off to you hon. I would have just sent a snotty email or something, but serious kudos for calling them.
Next time I go visit my brother in NYC, I'm going to buy you a drink ![]()
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In other pr0n news, I got this in my inbox from another porn star...
If you ever wish to say hello then please just give me a call
I am, essentially, an utter shy individual who wouldn't dare ![]()
Downhill
Do you ever have days when you seriously, honestly, totally cannot be arsed?
All the way over this morning, to give you an insight into my current mood, I listened to the Best Of REM. Twice.
Every single stretch of road was clogged with either a van, a lorry, or some old granny in one of the pope-mobile type cars (that look really stoopid if you ask me.)
So anyway, not sure why I'm even bothing to write this, but meh.
Roll on Summer Vacation...
I don't think Ive ever bought porn off of the internet. I feel rather doubtful about ordering that sort of stuff, especially using credit cards, and I suppose I've been lucky that the stuff that I like is available for free.
I suppose I should create some of my own, and make that available to pay back for the stuff that I have snaffled.
Susan Callan
You've now got me curious. What sort of pr0n do you go for? Pron crackers, sesame pron on toast? Warped minds want to know.
Susan Callan
I feel rather doubtful about ordering that sort of stuff, especially using credit cards
Yeah, I know what you mean — a few days ago I was wondering how I got a phishing scam thing sent to my girl address, with my boy name ... and then I heard about the porn database iBill thingy getting leaked, and it clicked.
Not sure I'm really that fussed though ![]()
What sort of pr0n do you go for?
Ha! Like I'm going to share that ![]()
Having said that, I think you can probably work it out from stuff I've talked about in the past...
Push The Button
Sometimes, I have little moments of genius.
A student walks into my office:
"Hey Siobhan¹, I can't get the projector to work"
"OK, I'll come and have a look"
The pair of us walk down the corridor and into the studio. There, on a trolley, was a DVD player hooked up to a projector — with nothing showing up.
"Hmm"
I walk over to the projector, press the "Video" button on the top of it, and the space suddenly becomes illluminated with the warm glow of a projected DVD screen.
"There you go" ![]()
(¹ of course he didn't call me "Siobhan" — call it "poetic licence" if you like. It never makes any sense when I use my boy-name on here)
Ah yes, one of those sublime "I.T. Crowd" moments — gotta love em!...press the "Video" button...
Alli' Cat'
Didn't you solve a similar problem a few weeks ago? It was a matter of turning it "on", right? Siobhan saves the world, one projector at a time... ![]()
Motorola
Sorry for the shaky picture — I saw this in the antique centre yesterday and just HAD to share
Does that count as an antique? Or is it an "antique" centre i.e. House Clearance for when someone's died and the relatives have taken all the good stuff?
Woah this blog is running hot at the moment. ![]()
30 posts in a week? All great too, I bet, but I get to a stage where I feel bad cos I'm just skimming because the brain's shouting "too much information"! ![]()
I need some kind of "Tranniefesto Aggregator". ![]()
Like I said Becky, "Maniac with an Uzi" ![]()
Tara Emory... we're big fans ourselves. I think our lass has actually met her. Although she did have a wearying debate on her site/ Yahoo group(?) a while back about how big her boob job should be. Cue fat Yanks in shorts, knocking one off onto the lino and making practical suggestions about Zepplins. For some mad reason I'm under the impression she had some kind of surgery which means she can alter the size fairly easily. (Or maybe I should lay off the dancefloor bhajis.)
On and April — brava! Cheered up a murky morning in the Harbour City.






shouldn't the title of this post be "Siobhan Curran — Ass Detective"? (oh my god I am just sooo not funny in an American sort of way).
I just wanted to spare the pain of anyone else making that joke...