Fake Emily?
I used to get a bit of hassle for being ``too good to be true". (So let me work this out, you search the net for some ``hot chick", and when you find one, you accuse her of being a fake ... well whatever).

It's actually a very interesting question of epistemology (no, that's not the study of piss. It's the philosophical study of truth and knowledge: what can I know, how do I know things are true ... that sort of thing). OK, if you've got your dick in your hand it's probably not that interesting.

You see, I know I'm not a fake, but how can you know that. But it's a bit like saying, ``I love you?". I'm sure you've never ever said that to some poor girl, just to get your end away. But believe me, there are some horrid men out there who'd say anything.

Perhaps a better question is, ``Are you a fake?". Does your lover know about your interest in watersports, incest or scat sex? Do you brag about it with your mates. Do you tell your children about the kinky alternatives the birds and the bees have to explore. I don't think so. I think you wear different masks for different people. And there are some masks you never show anyone without the prtection of a veil.

So if you ever met me and said, ``aren't you Emily from Emily's Sick Family, I of course wouldn't have a clue what you were talking about (and would be very fucking annoyed with you). This is not my public mask. This is a mask I care to show to people who understand kinky depraved fantasy sex without condemning it. Who will get off on being stimulated by the things that arouse me, and who might just return the favour with their own contribution.

Is it a mask, sure. But is it a fake mask, no. Just a very private one made public by the wonderful safety of cyberspace

Fake Stories?
So, you might ask, which stories are true. Well, though the more Baroque ones are clearly stories, others are dear memories, and most and somewhere between. So I'd prefer not to say. Instead, I'd ask you to trust to your own judgment - if it's important to you, ask yourself, does this story ring true? If the answer is yes, well, your probably right. It's called verisimilitude, the quality of seeming right, and it's your best guide to truth (here and in general). And if it doesn't smell true, well, I hope you enjoy a nice fantasy.

So am I really really real?
You know, you shouldn't fret so much. Try and get out more. Talk to women as if you were interested in their heads as well as their bodies. And if all else fails, try not to worry your pretty little head so, just have another wank, and let the women worry about real life.