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...
F*** Off. I'm a Tranny
I'm not a great fan of the current trend in titling television programmes to go for the lowest common denominator — stuff like The Girl Whose¹ Head Fell Off.
OK, I made that up. But you know the sort of thing I mean.
I'm currently watching F*** Off, I'm Ginger on BBC3, and it got me thinking, that maybe one of these days I should do something more 'assertive' and 'proactive' — and maybe even 'militant' — about my crossdressing.
I was sitting the other evening in a service station on the M6, having the obligatory coffee (because I was flagging), and pondering things and people around me, when the whole question of self-perception popped into my head — or rather, extraself perception: the impression I have of what other people's impressions of me are.
And a certain question at the back of my head — the question of "What do I want?" — started to get answered.
Despite mellowing considerably in my rantyness over the past five years, chilling from a state of perpetual anger over every single trannie-representation in the media and on the internets, into a much more relaxed and "well, it all seems OK really" way of being, that question has always niggled me. Even with my relaxed attitude to current TV-issues (which I tend to just let people fight out ad nauseum in closed discussion groups on Flickr these days — refusing to demean myself by joining), I still never worked out what it was that I really wanted from the rest of the world — if I was ever given the opportunity to ask.
But as my eyes flicked around the late-night drivers and reluctant travellers in the desolate 'food court' at Stafford, and I started to form perceptions of them all whilst wondering what their perceptions of the long-haired guy supping coffee alone in the smoking section were, I suddenly thought "Shit. I know what I want".
Remind me to write about it some time.
In the meantime — Dear BBC3, I have an idea for a programme for you...
¹ I had to Google...
Perhaps one of these days they'll do a programme called, simply, "F* Off." It'll be all about people who just don't care about what other people think. About anything. All-encompassing and no-one need feel sorry for themselves anymore!
By the way, who marked up Edinburgh on your Grand Tour? It wasn't me, as I don't have any space, but I can wave and say hi when you're passing.
That was terribly dramatic and a real cliff-hanger! I was all ready to find out what Siobhan wants out of life and then you say, "remind me to write about it sometime".
Natalie
He told the producers how he felt that the title undermined the integrity of the programme
That was kinda my thoughts 
who marked up Edinburgh on your Grand Tour?
That was me, planning to visit my sister for the first time in umpteen years 
That was terribly dramatic
It was also very intentional
tehehe, one of my GBFs did work experience on F* Off I'm a Hairy Woman. He told the producers how he felt that the title undermined the integrity of the programme, but they said it was part of a series with similar names blah blah blah.