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...
Presents (x 2)
I dunno, it must be the season for it or something. I woke up this morning (with a hideous hangover BTW — the result of late-night excesses of wine and dancing to The Who), confronted by the sight of Tish in my face. Tish in my face means only one thing — that he's brought me a present. And sure enough, on the floor by the bed, was half a rabbit.
But before this gets too macabre, let me show you the other present that I got this morning...
(Apologies for the blurriness)
Pity, for a second if you will, the poor postman (who's quite small) struggling up to my door with that, only to be confronted by a straggly-haired bloke wearing just pants and a jumper. I don't know if you can get the scale of things in that photo, so I should just point out that that box is a foot and a half wide.
So I attack it with knives and scissors, tearing away at gaffer tape and cardboard, excited because I think I know what's inside it...
OMG! It is. It's what I've been waiting for for about two years!
It's The Fuckiest Offiest Hugiest Dress In The WORLD™ 
If I wasn't about to try and sort myself out for a trip dahn saff and a night of geekery and fun, I'd spend the whole of today mincing around in combinations of that petticoat¹ and every other massive dress that I've got, just to see how big I can make them.
My friend Beth is a bloody genius, and I can only gawp in wonder at her seamstressing skillz².
¹ I think there's more to come — an overskirt and a bodice. I must call Beth...
² I'm not the only one, apparently. Through some bizarre twist of fate, the female singer from Chumbawumba happened to clock a peek at that petticoat before it was sent up to me, and remarked that it looked like "a parachute".
Serena Mayfly
Currantly
She's a bad influence on me, is K
"Currantly"
Refering to the qualities of the wine no doubt.
I'm sure Miss K didn't have to do too much persuading.
I'm still amused by the pack of fags (Hey! I got my slang right!) that says very boldy across the front, "Smoking Kills!". 
Lucky Strike even!
Sladges
My girls bought me a rabbit once too, god knows how they got it through the cat flap though, you could have used it to hammer in nails it had that much rigger. Still the prezzies that asked more questions were the live mole and the bat!!!!
Bet I drank more red wine than you tonight though.
Jenna
Bouncy
Little prezzies that our Gremlin has left for us include: a brace of rats, which I trod on in the dark, and an extremely pissed off weasel that proceded to terrorise my girlfriend.
Don't ya just luv 'em?
It looks fabulous!
When are you going to wear it (and the big red dress you got recently)?
I wanna big dress and big petticoat now.