If I ever grow tired or embarrassed of 'notforprophet', whom might I become?

Let's see...  

On the lighter side I got the inside on:

God, Goddess, Sun, Jewel, Chocolate, Summer, Jesus, Jesus_Christ,  Christ, and Pan.

On the darker side I got the inside on:

fuck, tit, cum, clit.  I had cock and cunt, too, but xanga shut them down even though they had never been used (xangan virgins forever).  I would have had benevolentMitch, too, but Mitch beat me to the name by about 30 seconds.

I have about 80 other very classy and entirely classless idle aliases, too. 

Why did I, in the very early days of xanga, corral these and unnamed others? 

Some because I liked them.

Some because I detested them and didn't want anybody else harrassing me with comments therefrom.

Some because I simply respected them and didn't want them ever sleezily profaned by vulgar bloggers I foresaw arriving in my wake. (Yes, my preternatural vision was fulfilled.   *looks around at all the xanga mindwaste*  Or, should I say, over-fulfilled?)

Who's the (un-notted) Prophet?

Who's the (the most enigmatic) Master?

Who are You?  Who, Who, Who, Who (else) are you?