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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...

Tranny Spotting At Sparkle

(A post by April , with an introduction by me)

So we were thinking the other night, that it would be rather fun to generate some kind of Tranny-Based Drinking Game™ — a list of stereotypes that you're bound to see walking along Canal Street at some point this weekend, with associated drinks ... much like that thing you're supposed to do when you're watching Withnail And I.

But then we realised that having a drink every time you saw one of these would probably result in liver failure (even for me), so perhaps not eh?

So, just to supplement Becky's Sparkle Spotter's Guide and get on the tits of a few people, here's a list of a few people you might see tonight and tomorrow...

...

Builders Heels — ungainly bowlegged gait in ridiculous high heels.

Bum Flush — like a royal flush in poker, both cheeks unnecessarily protruding below an unsuitably short skirt. Bonus points for stretch fabric and visible panty crotch.

V Snatch — sitting posture with legs wide apart "is it because I has big balls" style. The legs describe a V.

Top Shelf — badly fitted breastforms creating a sharp perpendicular division twixt chest and bra.

A Bit Doreen — scores points for really crap one piece mini-dress. Bonus points for strechy and/or shiny fabric. AKA Trans-Fuckup-Mation.

Smear Test — lipstick gone wrong. Either due to mouth-to-mouth-tranny-action or shaky hands.

Frankie — AKA old blue eyes. Use of blue eyeshadow, or indeed any ham-fisted used of eye makeup.

The Duck — AKA Howard The Duck, Emily Howard. Forced girlyness. "I'm a lady". No the fuck you're not, you cunt.

Ebeneezer — E's r good. Or in this case, an E is the only thing thats gonna crack any emotion in your grim fixated expression. And while you're at it, stop staring at me you cunt.

Alkaseltzer — oh dear, it's her first time out dressed, it's all a bit too much. Everythings gone to her head...including the drink.

Foster — draw a line from the inner corner of the eye to the outer edge of the eyebrow. Don't you dare look any different.

Shutter Smash — trannys taking photos of trannys taking photos of trannys taking photos....zzzzzzzz

Natch — uh oh, here come the bloggers.

Janegirl — its not maid to measure but she likes to think so.

Aunt Sally — (ala Worzel Gummidge), just waaay too much blusher.

Model Waddle — overemphasised walking in heels — for fucks sake, look at real women walking out and about in town — most don't strut like a catwalk model with a dildo up their arse!

*oh dear, I fear the hate mails already pouring in!

Steph Jones

:biggrin:

This Is A List

~~Write list~~
Make DVD
Bring April's DVD
Have bath
Wash hair
Cram all items of clothing into bag
Cram all items of make-up into bag
Tits. Don't forget your tits
Feed cats
Camera
Projector
Get dress fixed

Yes, make sure you remember the chicken fillets! Have a fantastic time, take lots of photographs.

Neil

Will do :smile:

How Not To Come Out

There is an enormous back-story to this, one that I haven't quite got the time to tell right now, but one that might potentially explain some of the more 'introspective' and 'obscure' posts I've been making recently, and generally fill in some of the gaps.

A step-by-step guide then:

Go to a barbeque
Get horrendously drunk
Find yourself in a situation where you feel you have to mention your 'extra-curricular activities'
Slur the words "I amh a transveshtite"
Pass out immediately
Snore like a pig all night
Wake up and find yourself with some serious explaining to do