If there is anything I've learned from comics, it's that you better hide your secret identity better than you hide your porn from your mom (and I'm talking digital & print). This is simply good advice I am spouting here, but your could apply this to any covert life you may lead. Your dual life, a secret existence that is you, but not you, the concept or idea of another you besides you, has facinated me for a long, long time. But unlike now, where that sort of superhero mystique is now fully vested in the culture, I was introduced to it in the early 80s by my friend Angel.
She killed, fucked, made the honor roll, became a successful photographer and was tough as a leather vagina so you'd best to think twice if you hurt her friends on the street or copied off her paper. She would cut you just for starters. Angel was so complex, a new actress had to play her in each of the four films made telling her story. So when it gets late and hazy, and talk turns nerdy as the Keaton/Clooney/Kilmer/Bale debate begins...well, that's my cue to slip away and go watch one of my Angels.