I’ve always wondered about the true anonymity provided by the Internet.
Really, nobody knows anything about me (as far as I know) except for Jerome.
My family (those that are still alive) aren’t actively familiar with the Retard Empire and my part in it.
I don’t tell friends about these websites (they are often the object/target of my posts).
Some of you know me as DMS, some of you know me as Michael Sharpe. Some of you have no idea who I am and believe that Jerome and I are the same person (I’m not ruling out that he’s one of the voices in my head).
There is some sort of appeal to being anon, just ask Mr. White. Other bloggers are too giving with information (and whore for their friends).
So where should I be in the bandwidth of anon to overly personal?
