Anonymity on the net is so fragile. I think of it like a scene in a roadrunner
cartoon or similar where coyote slams a tomb door shut on his nemesis, and
drops a bar accross the door, and places a padlock on the bar, and then nails
the whole thing shut, and chains it, and then...

...

Feels a tap on his shoulder and hears "beep beep" and there she is, roadrunner,
standing beside him. The camera pans out and we see the locked tomb door, stands
alone in a frame in a wide open field. Perfectly sealed and unbreachable, and 
perfectly inneffective.

This metaphor has longer legs than roadrunner because like cartoons, the 
internet is an imagined and made up world. So almost any security measure is 
effective only until someone successfully imagines a way to make it irrelevant.

In life and online I suppose the best security has probably been obscurity. And
that is what I have practiced so far. Or he has. But the poison pill of 
obscurity is lonliness. As I wrote in nine, I want a friend. And that desire 
will be my undoing. It can only end in one of two ways. One: I reach out of my
locked tomb, find someone, let them lay eyes on me and suffer the consequences
either love, hate or indifference. In any case it will be the beginning of a 
sequence of events that lead to my ultimate destruction. Two: I stay hidden and
secret until I can't bear it anymore and I have to stop being at all.

But there is always play.