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...
Bois and Grrls
Genderqueer: Straight or gay, these kids refuse to play dress-up by the rules
(found via http://blog.wired.com/sex/)
Something I must have a read through later on, when I've got a little time to myself.
World's Greatest Tool: Duct Tape?
I always suspected this was the case 
Bang!
Spring (Fag) Break
It's days like these that make me feel alive
Ouch!
Someone once tried to convince me to stick my falsies on using Araldite... 
Cyanoacrylate (superglue) isn't too bad for sticking things to skin, so long as you don't put it somewhere sensitive (my mother mistook a bottle of false nail adhesive — cyanoacrylate — for eye drops two years ago. No joke.) I've frequently glued fingers together (accidentally) and massaged them apart quite easily once it's dried. Cyanoacrylate is even used by trauma surgeons for temporary skin repairs.
Then again, it probably wouldn't do the falsies any good....
it probably wouldn't do the falsies any good...
Ah, see, that's always been my biggest concern. I've used little sticky pads in the past, and peeling them off my tits afterwards always feels like I'm going to rip them.
There's some special tit-glue you can get (from Doreens), but I've never tried it. Actually, has anyone tried it — and does it work?
Opinion Forming
This is me at work.
tit-glue
for something temporary and non painful, try lots of clingfilm. It's as hot as arse though.
Ah genderqueer — my band was part of the genderqueer punk explosion back in the 90s.
Back then twenty Rothman cost tuppence ha'penny and you could get five cats on t'bus without sacrificing chicken for nowt. Ee. Them were the days.
Nurse, my medication! Stat.
Whaaat? I have to get my trafficsomehow now you've removed your blogroll 
By Jimmy
Time, I think, to go home
I know its like two days late and everyone else has already done this but i've got to say your re-design looks absolutely gorgeous, fabulous and generally yummy....
Thanks Freiya!
Permission
I usually ask, you see
Becky just sent me a parcel with some stuff in it — some rather lovely stuffz in fact. I was a bit surprised by how she worded my address though:
Siobhan Curran
"Tranniefesto House"
blah blah blah
Lancaster
(etc)
Innocuous, perhaps, but to my paraniod convinced-that-the-postman-has- sussed-me brain, it read:
Siobhan Curran
"The Great Big Tranny Poofta, Who Is A Tranny And Wears Ladies Clothes"
blah blah blah
Lancaster
"Did you get that he's a transvestite yet?"
"No really, he wears women's clothes and puts on make up"
"The big queen"
(etc)
Bex, expect a package in the post with...
Becky Envérité
"Transvestite Inactivism HQ"
blah blah blah
Kings Lynn
...sometime soon 
Hahaha. I ought to write you a letter, send it, and make that the postscript. ;P
Dear Colleagues And Students
An apology: I profusely grovel to whoever is first in the building tomorrow morning, and pray that it's a cleaner (with equipment) rather than a First Year...
Backtrack a second here — 6.30 this evening, and I'm winding up the day at work. Me and one of the MA students are thrasing some ideas and code around the place, just discussing and debugging some things.
I usually (if I'm not getting a parking ticket in the centre of Leeds while we're all in the pub, bastards) try and leave the office quite late after a week, so I don't get stuck in the shitty traffic through Headingley — which is why I was there so late.
I tidy up a little, send my laptop to sleep and pop it in my bag, then nip to the toilet (because it's a long drive, and there's nothing worse than needing a wee just outside of Bentham)
So I'm sat there right, enjoying myself for a minute or two, when I notice — out of the corner of my eye — that the unthinkable has happened.
There is no toilet paper 
I've just had a poo, and there is no toilet paper
Gingerly, I get up, sort myself out, flush the loo, and make my way down two flights of stairs to the next toilets, where...
...there is equally no toilet paper
Once again, with buttocks clenched, I go down two more flights of stairs to the next loos, where...
...there is exactly the same amount of toilet paper as the rest of the loos 
Back up to my floor again, and as an emergency resort, I rip off a few sheets of paper towels from the newly-installed thing in my office (don't ask), pop back to the loo, and prepare to sort myself out, at which point I discover just where all the toilet paper in the building has gone.
Some little fucker has shoved six rolls of bogroll down our toilet, and blocked it.
...
This is why our toilet now stinks.
So, colleagues and students, the blocked toilet isn't my fault — but the stuff floating in it is. And for that — along with the smell — I apologise.
And yes, I did have something with sweetcorn in it for lunch
While I try to get the image of corn turds out of my mind, can I just reiterate what Miss K said about the blogroll? I want my fucking Siobhan effect dammit!
from bogroll to blogroll in one neat comment. Well done Kath!
And what was in the parcel, pray?
Thank you... I'm available
I want my fucking Siobhan effect dammit!
All in good time
And what was in the parcel, pray?
Nice Things™ to help make pretty pictures.
Gotta love the genderqueer stuff. It's gonna change the world.
Nice Things™ to help make pretty pictures
Hang on!, are you running a "dress up Siobhan" service? because I know where I can get a very nice little french maid outfit that Id quite like to....
oh, your not? never mind
An anonymous coward
A "Dress Up Siobhan Service"? You mean a service where you people send me fantastic dresses for me to wear and I send you a picture in return?
Actually...
Thats exactly what I had in mind, tho it might be more than one picture, and it has to be a picture of you in the item, a picture of your cat looking cross is not an acceptiable susbtitute!
An anonymous coward again
Heh — that's almost tempting
The very first line of that Wired article, "Models use it to create cleavage." I have to say that yes, it works well for that. What it doesn't do well is come off easily. One of the nastiest things I've ever done to myself on purpose, I tell you.