Me?  It wouldn’t be smart to reveal much in these doxxing days.  It’s also the first thing any identity-politics-obsessed person wants to know, so that they know whether to lionize you or demonize you.  I decline to be pigeonholed– at least as much as I can prevent it.  My favorite philosopher wrote, “A man must consider what a blindman’s-buff is this game of conformity.  If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument. I hear a preacher announce for his text and topic the expediency of one of the institutions of his church. Do I not know beforehand that not possibly can he say a new and spontaneous word? Do I not know that, with all this ostentation of examining the grounds of the institution, he will do no such thing? Do I not know that he is pledged to himself not to look but at one side, — the permitted side, not as a man, but as a parish minister?”

I decline to be anyone’s parish minister.  To the extent that can control this, I will not have my views anticipated from the various sects of identity that politics makes of them– gender, race, religion, party affiliation, sexuality, age, et cetera.  My politics and opinions are all over the place, but they tend on average to be libertarian-ish.

“A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages.”