Regular JFW readers: Remember when there were people who thought that I was Lonely Donut Man, leaving dozens of poems as comments on my own blog over a period of months? Remember me assuring everyone that I wasn't, and yet there still being people who didn't believe me? Remember when Lonely Donut Man turned out to be Goesh/an otherwise-unknown-to-me civil servant in Kentucky?
A similar situation has arisen over the identity of the mysterious "kep", who has been guest-posting on NinaNet while she has gone on quasi-hiatus. Some people think I am kep, and one even assembled an extensive list of clues that could be read as suggesting that I am kep. Confession: I'm not. Really. Nor do I know who kep is. I have my suspicions; indeed, if kep is somebody I know, there is only one person I can imagine it being. But, no, not me!
It's like if I was playing Clue (or, to my UK readers, Cluedo) and somebody guesses that it was Professor Plum in the Billiard Room with the wrench, and I show them that I have the Professor Plum card in my hand, and they murmur, "You're not fooling anyone. I know it's Plum."