ClueChick: real clues from a real chick

I have gotten a number of requests for my picture, or for me to post a picture on the blog, or to make an exception and send my picture just to you because you like to see what the person whose writing you're reading looks like.

I'm afraid that the answer to all of these questions is no.

You may have noticed that the theme of this blog is not necessarily something that one would want, say, one's parents or bosses to identify as coming from you. For all I know, my parents or bosses are reading this blog and if you're a parent or a boss of a 29 year-old woman with strong opinions, you never know if I might be someone you know better than you think! (Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad! Hi, Boss!)

And that's not even to mention if I ever have kids and this sort of thing is archived somewhere that they stumble upon it! "Sure, kids, not only did I fuck loads of strangers, but I bragged about it on the internet! No, of course I don't mind if you take the keys to the car!" (Actually, I probably would have that conversation with them, anyway, but there's no need to have this sneak up and bite me on the ass when I'm least expecting it.)

I'm sure you, too, can understand the importance of a certain level of anonymity here. But beyond the "this seems like a good idea," aspect of it, I also like the anywomanness of it. I like the idea that men could be wondering to themselves, on the way to a hookup, "Could this woman be ClueChick?" or picturing someone they know writing this blog. The point is that I'm just representing a whole lot of smart, discerning 20- and 30-something women who like to go out and have casual sex, so it's not actually that important who I am.

And my standard reply to men who want my picture, is to suggest you imagine me looking like your favorite porn star, celebrity, or crush. Or just make up what I look like. Because, after all, you want me for my words, not my body. Isn't that novel?