It’s been nearly a year since we started Tweaking together…

… and a curious, insightful, humorous nearly-a-year it’s been, too. But I’m afraid I’ve been remiss, my dearlings. We’ve engaged in such passionate discourse, mind-to-mind contact so intimate that we should have used a condom, and yet… you don’t even know my name.

For 50 weeks, I have strung you along using only the initials of the blog as my identity: M.T.

MT, of the empty mind, empty name, empty identity. Occasionally I’ve commented on your blogs, identifying myself only as “That MindTweaks Chick”. I’ve not even shared a real photo, other than my infamous “Bag Lady” Image. (shown here, for reference purposes)

It isn’t much to build a relationship on, is it?

And yet, here you are, you trusting souls. Reading, commenting, worshiping…

(speaking of which, there really hasn’t been much worshiping lately. Please correct that ASAP. Thank you.)

So I have decided, in honor of our upcoming 1 year anniversary, to name myself. And more than that, I’ll even provide a *bit* of information - though I won’t swear to it’s accuracy. So here you go, your very own, brand new, shiny tidbit of personal information, shared only with my closest and dearest compatriots (and anyone else who stumbles across this blog.

*Drum Roll, Please*

Name: Tori Deaux

And just so you neaux, Deaux is pronounced Doe. Doe, as in Jane Doe. And don’t bother Googling. It’s not my given name, though I have gone by both “Tori” and “Doe” for many decades, though until now, they have always been kept separated so they wouldn’t breed. Creatif spelling courtesy of a Cajun friend. Geaux Tigers!

Age: 42

And a very good age it is, too, being The Answer to The Question of Life, The Universe, and Everything. I may adopt this age permanently.

“Forty two?!” yelled Loonquawl. “Is that all you’ve got to show for seven and a half million years’ work?”

“I checked it very thoroughly,” said the computer, “and that quite definitely is the answer. I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you’ve never actually known what the question is.”

Sex: Deaux, a deer, a female deer…

( And before anyone starts pontificating about possible Freudian references to beastiality, I warn you… I have a rather significant set of antlers, dangerous antlers, antlers capable of great gore. Ahem.)

Location: Somewhere in Texas. Ya’ll.

And last but not least, an updated photo:

Come now…You didn’t expect me to give up ALL of my secrets, now, did you? _____________________________________________ MindTweak: “Publicity in women is detestable. Anonymity runs in their blood. The desire to be veiled still possesses them. They are not even now as concerned about the health of their fame as men are, and, speaking generally, will pass a tombstone or a signpost without feeling an irresistible desire to cut their names on it…”

-from “A Room of One’s Own”, by Virginia Woolf

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