Yes, to all the legions out there who may have been wondering, and who probably exist only in a corner of my brain, I'm married. Patti Anne, the person to whom I am married, pointed out that I had never once mentioned in this blog that we're married. She's probably right - I havent check to make absolutely sure, but I'm a good husband so I assume she's correct. So I'm using this forum to officially "out" myself as a married man.
Seriously, though, I never know how much to divulge about myself in this blog. If any friends, acquaintances, or neighbors in my little town were to read it, and it's quite possible some have, they'd know who I was in an instance. Pickles the Dog and I are a common sight traipsin' about the neighborhood on our daily forays. If any of my family were to read it, they'd know immediately who I was, just from the things I've written about.
But if someone from the next town over happened to be an avid reader of the blog, and I was to run into them on the street somewhere, they would not have a clue. Even if I knocked them over and yelled Moo-Ha-Ha right in their face. Even if I was to stand with one foot on their chest and poke a finger in the air, and hold on to a lapel with another hand and haughtily proclaim, "I am Jacques Bontecou! The greatest blogger in all of France!" they still would not know who I was.
I've not posted a good, absolutely recognizable picture of myself, and I've not used my name, or much other personal information that could be traced to my house, the vehicle that I drive, or my social security number, or other stuff like that. If someone wanted to, I suppose they could find out this information - but that's the point. They'd have to want to, they'd have to have a reason. Anyone with a reason can find out a lot of information about anyone else.
So anyway, I'm married to Patti Anne. Just another in the shadowy world of flaming heterosexuals.