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.
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HouseMeh™
Took my first steps into the house-hunting void last night. M and I trapsed drove up to North Leeds to a stunning little end-terrace right slap-next to one of the railway stations and poked our way around it.
It was gorgeous — in an Emily Howard Bronte kinda way.
Stone walls (exposed inside), big stone fireplaces, large cellar, tiny (but expandable) kitchen — with all the charm that you'd expect from an early 1800s house.
In my head as we walked around it, I was picturing myself using the space — working out where Erin would go, and which walls would have to go. I was putting myself in the minds of Biscuit and Tish, trying to work out what they'd make of it — Biscuit having more space to dominate, and Tish having a large range of fields and allotments out the back to terrorise the local mice in.
As we left, I was buzzing inside. I was thinking "Holy shit — I've found the perfect house first time", and gradually trying to justify in my head the fact that it was about £20K over my (theoretical) limit.
But, you know, a day (and a fair few chats with friends) later, I just can't see myself forking out that sort of cash to live in a Wordsworthian idyll — especially one so twee and one so surrounded by looming new-build flats.
Nah, it just wasn't me 
Talking it through with M later, I realised that I have two main conditions for all of this:
I have to find a house that's better than the one I've got right now.
(More importantly) my quality of life has to improve. I can't let any new pay-rises get swallowed up just because I fancy living in some kind of pre-Victorian fantasy.
Oh, and despite it being bigger than mine, there still wasn't room to swish a ballgown. 
The Leeds Tranny Scene
Because Googling it just brings up a list of my friends.
Sorry, as you might have gathered, I'm moving to Leeds. I mean, I've been teaching there for five years now, and It's About Bloody Time™.
But the thing is, despite being ingrained in the city — and going out there a hell of a lot (all to the same bar every time, if I'm honest), I have no idea about what the tranny scene there is.
I think "Blayds Bar" has been mentioned to me a couple of times, but that's it. ANd I've never actually been there.
True, I could just fire off a message or two to mailing lists — but I thought "Shit, I've got a mediumly successful blog with at least some readers in Leeds, why not ask them?"
So, honestly, does anyone know what the tranny/gay scene is like in Leeds? If I move over here, am I likely to get out once in a while in a frock?
(And yes, I'm going to email Karol 
and ask her too)
Hi hon...if you do get any answers I'll be back to read them, as I'm in Leeds a fair bit on work and would really like to know a few tg haunts. Am actually up there on biz on Monday overnight and plan a delicious en femme shopping morning on Tuesday 
Sometimes the house we want isn't the house we see. You'll know it when you walk in; it's the one that you keep thinking about. And sometimes the extra cost is worth it: even if you have to struggle a bit.
If the market is anything like it is over here, you'll have to act quickly, however. The perfect abode can be got, but you have typically have to act before you know it. (I know! My wife and I have a somewhat perfect one. We looked at 30 or 40 places — more if you count the "we've seen enough" as we pass it by...
Good luck!
Carolyn Ann
Of course, you might want to wait a couple of months for house prices to crash
You can hush your mouth their Claudia! House prices will only increase! However, you'll be able to get a repo' soon as the mortgage rates are going up!
get one with a bidet so you can get your bunghole so fresh and so cleanclean. Too bad you dont really have a clit, the water can get a girl off real nice. Just sit, spread and get your nut!
Pasha
er...
I could write a bit here about Leeds, but I could also send you an email after the weekend instead. Just cos it's late and I'm going down south tomorrow for the weekend and I'm a little drunk and can't think what to write about Leeds right now. Ok?
Rachel
The "so fresh and so cleanclean" thing makes me want to listen to Outkast.
Gee, thanks, Pasha.
haha — The "so fresh and so cleanclean" thing makes me want to go buy some washing powder. Well that phrase anyway. What a fabulous comment.
Personally, and you all probably dont want to know this, but I'm of the opinion that bidet is such a essential item in the modern bathroom.
I could also send you an email after the weekend instead
That would be lovely Rachel, thank you
get one with a bidet
You know, regardless of how dirtydirty my bunghole is, "Does it have a bidet?" isn't exactly high up on my criteria list for a new house. If only it was possible to, say, install one later eh?
Well the only place I've been to in Leeds is Rehab on a Saturday night where Speedqueen is hosted. There are some bars in that area too, in fact at least two directly outside which are prolly alright...
Mind, remember I'm less worried about scene places these days.
Hope you find somewhere to move too.
www.speedqueen.co.uk
Nicki May
Good luck with the house hunting!
When you find somewhere you do like, mke sure you check the ceilings, I didn't check them properly and now i have to get builders round to repair the water damage from upstairs' bath
Mind you, you've probably got a much higher budget than I had!