Check out the new poll: do you want to know my identity? Feel free to use the comment section to explain why or why not (but not to ID me if you know).
Think about the pros and cons. Pro: I could do something like attend one of the meetings of women discussing race at the library and bring wisdom back from the dialogue, or report on hitting myself in the head constantly in a fire dancing class. Con: you love the mystery.
Does anyone else have a love-hate relationship with this show? I watch it and think it would never work. I don’t write about my friends’ personal lives (or mine, oh wait, do I have one?). And I would definitely never say, “You know you love me.” I am way too insecure for that. Stupid living-vicariously-through-18-year-olds…
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I voted “I already know who she is”, but I don’t.
There was no option for “I want to know who she is, but I don’t want anyone else to”.
I’m sure that this mistero glorioso will eventually unravel as more CVillains figure out who Lilith is beyond the blogosphere. But for now when I go out it’s a fun personal challenge to try and spot her (and Thor as well – don’t want to leave you out, God of Thunder). With every lass that jumps up on a four-top at Escafe and starts go-go dancing, I’m thinking, “Could that be….?”) I hope I can guess correctly before someone else spills the beans.
Im already out as out can be (hmm… perhaps I could have chosen better words, heh) and it has a slight filtering effect on what I can say here. Not much, but it is there. Like I can write aboout my burgled sex toy drawer, but I dare not mention it contains an inflatable patent leather Bea Arthur doll… and… um… wait. Strike that. Ahem. For the record, I am not a member of the Maude Squad. Never , um… have been. Ever. Anyway.
Stay hidden. Anononimity, even virtually, is a commodity more valuable than gold here in c-ville. Its probably the one and only thing even The Capshaw can’t buy (though I bet he wishes he could). Why would you EVER want to give it up? Seriously.
Now stop with all this crazy talk.
“Anonymity”, even. Sheesh.
/20 cc’s of coffee stat!
Is this in response to the e-mail I sent you (2 actually)? I know who you are, but don’t think you should drop the veil of mystery (I’m still not 100% sure of Thor’s identity and like trying to guess). If everything you post is the gospel truth, your identity will be harder and harder to protect, I suggest that 10% of what you post should be complete bullshit (as in “had a great meal at ______ last night” when in fact you were really________) Just think of Lilith as a character whose slightly fictionalized.
If it’ll make us even, I’ll tell you who I am.
Anonymity would ensure that you can continue to write honest reviews of the local restaurant and bar scene.
Yo, ‘patent leather Bea Arthur doll’? Interesting choice of material… was the factory out of alligator skin?
Thor ain’t coming out.
hipster-doofus: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
regardless of what you decide to do, Ima find out who you is… both a youz.
if you try to hard you might get the smackdown from Thor’s Hammer!
I’m with Oy – okay, so I voted that I do want to know, but I don’t want anyone else to know. Oh my high school-like need to be on the inside!
hipster-doofus emailed me at a personal account as (eek!) “charles manson.” I actually felt like crying. I thought a democratic solution would be the best way to go, and feel relieved and validated to learn you like the secret. Keep the votes coming, though! Yes, hipster-doofus, I’d like the reciprocity!
he was “nelson mandela” when he emailed me lilith
Glad to see the ‘NO’s are flowing in. Would hate to be the cause of so much drama, plus the things in this world that truly mystify us are few and far between [Bigfoot? Got one in a cage in my basement, Loch Ness Monster? Ummmm tasted just like Cealocanth, Aliens? See 'em all the time down at the bodega.] so if I got a little excited thinking I’d caught me a lilith, forgive me. Oh, and I’m not Charlie Manson anymore.
For the record “Thor ain’t coming out.”? Umm doesn’t that day when your mom came home early to find you prancing around in her high-heels and pantyhose count?