teflon coated

I appear before you, not as myself but rather someone wrapped in layers; obfuscation if you like in the hope that I can present a more true reflection of that which is I. It is not my face you see, not my blue eyes and unshaven cheeks. You know not my name and to address me by mail you need handles, aliases cover all my closed entrances. Those are my tricks; in a trade of revealing myself to the public without the guilt sticking permanently.