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How to Choose (and Maintain) a Cover Identity

November 14th, 2012Top Story

How to Choose (and Maintain) a Cover Identity

By Alan Henry

How to Choose (and Maintain) a Cover Identity In the movies, right after a spy loads up on gadgets, they get their "cover identity," or the person they should pretend to be to get behind enemy lines or into the villain's lair. You can use cover identities too, whether you want to blend in with the locals while traveling, negotiate on your boss's behalf, impress a colleague with your knowledge, or just fool someone into thinking you're someone else for fun. Here's how.

In spy movies, when someone assumes a cover, they don't really do much to make it their own, but in the real world cover identities can require years of training and logistical support, especially Non-official covers, which require the operative to completely conceal their true identity. Whether it's a short assignment or multiple years, keeping up a disguise is an extremely difficult thing to do. Still, many intelligence professionals do, and never even get the chance to complain about it.

Why You Might Want to Assume a Cover

How to Choose (and Maintain) a Cover Identity Maintaining a cover isn't just for disguise, although spies use it to convince others they're trustworthy and avoid suspicion. Assuming another identity gives you the opportunity to think like someone else and put yourself in their shoes. You can more easily analyze someone else's behavior, or understand their culture and environment. Additionally, trying on an identity for size, even in your head, can help you get through difficult situations, like navigating a foreign city without a map. Photo by tankist276 (Shutterstock).

For example, putting yourself in the mindset of a travel expert encourages you to think of ways to get around an airport without getting stuck at security or being late to board your plane. Trying to put yourself in the shoes of a vendor you're negotiating with can help you understand how to beat them at their own game. When I traveled to Las Vegas a few years ago, I had a really difficult time getting the hotel concierge to work with me when I called, so I waited a while and called back under the guise of "Alan Henry's executive assistant," who wouldn't take no for an answer and expressed how "Alan is very busy in client meetings," and didn't have time to deal with the trivialities of booking travel. It sounds silly, but the result? Instant respect.

Assuming a cover can be more valuable than personal gain, too. The book Black Like Me detailed how one man—namely a white American—assumed the cover of a black man in America for six weeks to better understand what it was like. His experiences, detailed in the book, are an incredible read. Timothy Kurek, a conservative Christian, recently spent a year maintaining the cover of a gay man for similar reasons. He wanted to understand the experiences of people who lived a life apart from his, and he wanted to see if and how it would change him, and the results of his experiment are amazing. Assuming a cover can be a powerful way to be a more well-rounded and flexible person, not to mention jump start your creative skills if you're a blogger or journalist. Here's how to do it.

Choose a Cover That Matters to You

How to Choose (and Maintain) a Cover Identity Not too long ago, I visited the International Spy Museum in Washington DC, and one of the first rooms you enter asks you to assume your identity for the duration of your visit. You can choose from placards on the wall what your name is, your date of birth, your origin country, reason for traveling—all the details you might be asked at a border checkpoint. This is your first test: you should choose a cover that you can actually maintain. How risky you're willing to be depends on whether you plan to disguise yourself, or just walk a mile in someone else's shoes. Here's what we mean:

  • If you're putting on a disguise because you want to avoid detection, you should choose a cover you can easily maintain through questioning. Assuming no one's actively looking for you, you should be able to respond and converse as your cover with no difficulty. That means:
    • Basic details about your cover should come easily and without hesitation. Your birthdate, profession, place of residence and address, details of your home, favorite drink, dish, or place to eat back home, and so on. Photo by Robert Anthony Provost.
    • You should be able to flawlessly discuss your cover's profession. If you're a project manager, you should be able to speak the language of Gantt charts, milestones, and critical path. If you're an investment banker, you should be able to discuss hedge funds, IRAs, and the economic impact of dividend taxes, at least in general.
    • If your cover is a nationality not your own, you should be familiar with basic politics and news in your home country, and the specific geography of the places your cover is from. You don't want to get caught because someone asks what school you went to in your cover's home town and you can't name it or its mascot, or because you're visiting Japan as a South Korean and have nothing of note to say about the controversy over the Dokdo/Takeshima islands, or refer to them incorrectly for your nationality.
    • How to Choose (and Maintain) a Cover Identity If your cover speaks with a different accent than you do, you should be able to emulate it without going overboard and arousing suspicion. Learn how locals pronounce their city names, especially if you're using a regional or local accent (e.g. it's not "Baltimore" if you're from the area—locals often pronounce it more like "Ballimer.") Learn how they sound when they speak your language, if they speak a different language than you do. If they do, you should be able to converse in it. Photo by Dmitriy Shironosov (Shutterstock).
    • Don't be afraid to draw on your own experience, as long as it works with your cover. The most convincing stories are the truthful ones, so if you get into a conversation about your family or an experience that the conversation reminds you of, tell it. Telling the truth whenever you actually can goes a long way towards making your cover more believable, and in turn makes you more vested in your cover and what you can learn.

    For example, my cover was a technology professional traveling to an east asian country for an IT conference. I had been a sysadmin but recently promoted to management, and I wasn't well traveled, so I had an excuse for wide eyes, obvious questions, and glaring cultural mistakes. It worked easily for me since much of my background is in technology, and I've attended such conferences in the past. If my real purpose were to exchange documents with a friendly operative in the same city, or get acquainted with a foreign contact we wanted to observe under the guise of attending the conference, it would be a perfect assignment.

  • How to Choose (and Maintain) a Cover Identity If you're walking a mile in someone else's shoes you can take a few more risks, obviously. If your goal is to expand your horizons and try something new, leave your comfort zone a little bit and experiment. For example:
    • Before you leave for the airport, think about how a businessperson who flies every week would deal with boarding and de-boarding a plane, or security screenings. For example, they're likely the type who packs light and starts opening up their bags and taking off their belt and shoes before they hold up the line. Look around at other travelers for that type of person, and observe their behaviors. They probably know what they're doing, and just watching can teach you a lot. Photo by Stefano Costantini.
    • If you're trying to blend in with locals, learn where they hang out before you go. Try to pick up enough of the language that you can converse with anyone you meet on the basics, and default to "I'm sorry, do you speak English?" when the need arises. Review a few maps and try to get around without needing one when you get there.

    These cases are specific, but the goal is to think about how an expert would handle the situation you're about to walk into, and then do the legwork required to put yourself in that expert's shoes. The knowledge will come in handy, whether you assume the cover of a professional negotiator by reading a few helpful tips before you meet with your boss to ask for a raise or you become an amateur chef by training yourself to identify spices and flavors before talking to the owner of a gourmet market.

In the former case, the goal is to avoid suspicion and to breeze through wherever you are. In the latter case, the goal is to learn something valuable about how to handle your situation, or even about the place you're in or the people you're working with. Whether you're pretending to be a local because you need to fit in or because you want to leave the tourist-ridden paths of the country you're visiting, putting on a mental disguise can help. Just make sure you choose one you're comfortable with.

Learn As Much As Possible Before You Need It

We mentioned that the key to maintaining a cover is being able to avoid suspicion while emulating the appropriate behavior of your cover. If your goal is to convince a fellow traveler that you're traveling for business, they may ask you about your field, or how long the conference you're in town for lasts. They may ask you where you're staying in town, and whether you plan to do any sightseeing while you're there. Be ready for those types of questions and prepare for them.

The same applies if you're doing this for fun. Continuing with our traveler analogy, read up on some of the highly rated restaurants and off-the-beaten-path destinations in a city before you leave. Find out where the locals go to eat versus where the tourists frequent. Learn about local customs before you visit so you can maintain your "I'm a local!" cover more easily and fit in seamlessly. Even a little research goes a long way towards better understanding, whether you're traveling, or just going to meet with some out of town colleagues and want to make them feel comfortable while they're here.

Try On Multiple Identities for Size

How to Choose (and Maintain) a Cover Identity We're not talking about wholesale identity theft here (although intelligence professionals and people under witness protection do have to have identities manufactured for them), but we are suggesting you put yourself in the mindset of multiple people as their experiences suit you. To be fair, few of us will ever truly have to convince another person we're someone we're not, but pretending we are can offer an ego boost and help us deal with difficult situations. Photo by Elnur (Shutterstock).

Pretending you're a jet-setting traveler in your head can help you relax on that 8-hour flight. While you sip a drink and pop on your noise cancelling headphones, look around and know that you've got this handled and you're not as stressed as other travelers around you. Putting yourself in the mindset of a commuter will help you understand the urgency everyone else has when walking through airports, subways, and train stations so you don't get in everyone's way. You know to move to the side before looking at your tickets or to check your departure time. You know not to take up the whole escalator with your baggage, because you know it sucks to get stuck behind the tourist who does. It may sound silly, but a little confidence goes a long way, and a great way to get that confidence is to pretend—at least in some ways—that you're someone who knows what they're doing.

Stand Up to Questioning, but Don't Be a Know It All

Even if you're trying to avoid suspicion, you don't want to pretend to know everything. Think about how you converse with people about things you're knowledgeable about. Sometimes you're willing to correct them, other times you'll just let someone who doesn't know what they're talking about ramble on. Remember, the goal of putting yourself in someone else's shoes isn't to prove to everyone that you know everything about them. Instead, your goal is to avoid the kind of suspicion or note that a know-it-all arouses, or to learn something about the person, place, or situation so you're better prepared to handle it.

For example, when you're traveling, don't argue with a local about what you should see. If you're trying to convince someone you're from the same place they are, telling them their old high school doesn't exist isn't a good way to do it. The whole point of trying to engage locals is to get their experience! If you're trying to learn a bit more about someone's culture, there's a fine line between participation and misappropriation, and you don't want to be on the wrong side. If you're negotiating with someone or trying to settle an argument, empathy can help you understand where someone else is coming from, but pretending to know someone else through and through can only make matters worse.

Know When To Retire Your Cover

How to Choose (and Maintain) a Cover Identity You can learn a lot by putting yourself in someone else's shoes, and you can even have a lot of fun by going to a party or an innocent social event and pretending you're someone you're not. You can even learn a lot about your own capacity to lie and to keep up a disguise in the process. Still, there's a point where you need to drop the cover and go back to your own identity. In most cases that would be after that party, when it's time to change personas and be someone else in your head, or when your cover has gotten you into trouble (assuming you don't need to keep it to get back out of trouble.) Photo by Thomas R. Stegelmann.

You may also want to retire your cover when you're with someone willing to teach you so you don't have to observe and emulate, like if you're traveling with a pro and they share their tips with you, or you're about to go into a meeting and your boss says "let me do the talking."

Remember, the basics of maintaining a cover (for fun) are study, memory, and empathy. Most people who work with or have ever worked with or for the intelligence community are able to say they "worked for the government," but can't elaborate on what they did, or the technology they used. Then there are the ones who can't even say that, and have to maintain cover at all times. It's a tough job, one that requires special people and training, but even trying it on for size for a short period can do wonders for your character and teach you to walk a mile in someone else's shoes. That is, as long as you're free to drop your cover when you need a breather.

Title photo made using pjcross (Shutterstock).

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Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation

November 14th, 2012Top Story

Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation

By Rich Juzwiak

Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family VacationHooking up in an American theme park is almost disappointingly easy if you are gay, and the reason for that is Grindr. That is this story's fuel, Grindr. You now have the gist of it: Push buttons and you get laid. We are connected via GPS and our iPhones, and interested parties have embraced doing naughty and queer things with them. There's more to being gay than Grindr (thank god), but for some of us, Grindr plays a key role in being gay.

Many theme park attractions have last-chance/turn-back points. Those who've stupidly waited on long lines can render that time spent utterly wasteful by taking those exits and effectively bypassing that cheap thrill that brought about this empty moment in your life in the first place. This is especially true of the cuddly ones with loin-grabbing drops like Splash Mountain, the Song of the South-themed log flume in Disney World's Magic Kingdom.

There is no cuddling in this story, but if you turn back now, know this, at least:

Grindr offers the kind of rides that theme parks don't. What I experienced was an entirely different kind of 4D.

***

The gay hook-up app Grindr is as much of a drug as anything whose end result is pleasure. It is time-wasting and addictive, and I think about quitting it often. I do quit it sometimes, going as far as deleting it from my iPhone, sometimes from my iPad, once from both. But I always come back. I'd blame last week's particularly compulsive bout of Grinding on my job for which I am writing this piece, but then that is me making addict excuses.

The receiving and, to a lesser extent, giving of compliments between strangers is intoxicating. The promise of easy sex may never lose its novelty. Grindr is something you can pick up and put down, providing the distraction of an iPhone game without requiring any of the concentration. Why do anything when you could be checking Grindr? It'll only take a minute, and looking at people is fun.

In short, it's the perfect distraction. I spent last week, from early Monday to earlyish Sunday, in a rented house in Davenport, Fla., with 11 members of my family: My (divorced but friendly) parents, my four younger sisters, three of their significant others (all are men, but only one's a husband), my one sister's two children. I have not had that long of a stay with all of the people in my immediate family since I was in sixth grade (back before my parents split), and I have never stayed that long with my sisters' men factored in. It was fine. I brought no significant other on this trip, even though I did invite my man down. I also wasn't designated as a driver of anyone's rental car, the consequences of which only later dawned on me when it became clear that my apathy had effectively sentenced me to house arrest. I couldn't go anywhere or do anything without my family.

I love my family, but I desperately needed a distraction.

I'm gay, I'm horny, but the version of me that was stuck in a house with my family was this Ken-doll-crotched person who had to behave in a way that substantially deviated from how I've come to live my life (which, by the way, is not constantly fucking, but is not inhibited in that realm either). People amplify and tone down aspects of our personalities to fit situations all the time, and for me this is especially prickly and bizarre. I share so much about my life in a public sphere, but manners and a general nausea regarding discussing sex life with my family have me basically pretending like I don't do what I do when I am with them. The result of this is that last week, I was not fully myself for the sake of the people who made me what I am. If that isn't fucking queer, nothing is.

Of course, there was family time in which to partake, and I did so happily. There was so much, though, that I needed a vacation from my vacation and an iPhone game (which, make no mistake, is what Grindr primarily is) is the working, technologically-inclined man's vacation. I regularly tapped away throughout my post-amusement park downtime, taking breaks from reading articles and catching up on TV to amuse myself with something less taxing and, especially given my virtual imprisonment and inability to get anywhere without someone else driving, something that required even less of a commitment. Something that kept my hands busy and took my mind off of whatever nothings were happening in exchange for nothings that weren't even happening.

I was begging to be distracted, and I had the perfect outlet for it.

***

When it isn't administering your adoration fix or just plain titillating, Grindr is straight up fascinating in a cultural cross-section kind of way. It can be hilarious:

Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation

And boring enough to illustrate its tendency for pointlessness as it unfurls:

Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation

And so, so sad. Here are some personal messages from profiles:

Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation

And here's part of a chat that I had with someone who'd never meet me:

Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation

Grindr provides a imprecise microcosm of your surrounding area. In Williamsburg, this means I see a lot of lanky guys with specific hairstyles on my screen. When I visited Atlanta in September, a large percentage of the guys filling out the grid were black. In Orlando, I noticed a lot more couples looking for group play than I normally do. Some guys use pictures of themselves posing with theme-park characters as their profile pics or famous landmarks:

Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation

In a sharp contrast to my personal experiences so far, bareback sex with Grindr strangers seems particularly acceptable in the Orlando area. I noticed this only from my conversations: Out of curiosity, if someone asked me to fuck him, I asked if he would like to do that bareback. Each of the five or so dudes that I had this conversation with were totally amenable. One described himself as "fine" with bareback. "Fine," like it's pistachio ice cream after they ran out of vanilla. "Fine," like it's a hand massage. "Fine," like a week-long vacation with every member of your immediate family and your family members' immediate families at age 34. "Fine."

Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation

I cannot be certain if guys in the Orlando area are generally more likely to have bare sex with strangers than they are in New York. Instead, it could be that the impossibility of these encounters ever actually happening liberated me to say things I normally wouldn't. In an actual potential hook-up situation that I want to make happen, I don't often say things that could subvert it. If I ask some hot dude if he's into bareback sex and he says no and then I explain that I was just asking to make sure that he's not the type who would be (an imperfect test to weed out guys so risky that their health status absolutely cannot be trusted), he could suspect that my test wasn't actually a test and that I actually did want to fuck raw, then judging me as unsafe and unfuckable in the same way I was attempting to judge him. If you actually want a hook-up to happen, it's best not to complicate it with mind games. These hookups were not going to happen (as much as I wanted some to), so I could just say whatever. Of course, the same goes for all of the guys I was talking to. They could have been talking shit, too. I didn't end up putting my raw dick in any of them, but at the same time, nor did any of them take my raw dick.

You know and I know that you can't trust anything a stranger says in an online, but if someone says, "I work here," and it's a public place that you could check against without so much as signaling what you are doing or who you are or that you found this information out via Grindr, it seems believable enough. Working at Disney (or being a "cast member," as the park calls it) or Universal Studios or Legoland wouldn't normally strike me as something that would get anybody laid, so I believed it when I'd see it listed in people's profiles, as I did a few times.

The irony is that it actually did help two people hook up early last week. One of them was me.

***

As the week wore on, it became clear that the only way I could possibly get off with another guy would be in a theme park I visited. No one in my development was on Grindr and there was no way for me to get to anyone who wasn't in that gated development that seemed to have no pedestrian exit/entrance.

One morning, I chatted with some guys who'd be visiting the same parks as me about the possibility of hooking up - somewhere in the parks. I don't like public sex, I don't like the feeling that I could be arrested with my hard dick out, but I did like the novelty of hooking up in a forbidden place. The potential excitement superseded reasoning. But reasoning was key, too: The resulting story was motivation enough.

However, as one guy with a fairly adorable face pic pointed out, it would be hard to maneuver and just plain weird to do so with kids around. This levity parted the fog of horniness that took over my brain after several days of not getting off. (Jerking off in a house I was sharing with my family with virtually no privacy except for the bathroom also seemed just plain weird.) It would be fucked up to do it in the bathroom of a family resort, while kids screamed and cried and yelped and gleefully reported their No. 2s to their dads outside their stalls. A few years ago, I visited a water park in Wildwood, New Jersey. The urinals didn't have dividers between them and a guy that was standing at one that was two down from mine leaned back, giving me an eyeful of his cock. "Weird, that's really thick and looks hard," I thought to myself after I had no other choice but to look.

And then: "Oh."

And then: "That dick is about the same level as the head of the small children who are running around. Most terrifying, 'You must be this tall to ride this ride' marker ever."

So: gross and fucked up. I could never.

The only other option was to find someone familiar enough with the park to know where we could go to be alone, away from anyone who might arrest us or be scarred by our momentary coupling.

That was easy enough.

To get a good sample of the Grindr scene at the parks I visited, I'd login when I arrived at a place and then again in intervals throughout the day. This was mostly just to collect messages/profiles (let's call it "research"), not really to do much chatting. I had rides to go on and bickering with my sisters to accomplish. However, I did pay a bit more attention to Grindr early on, when I felt pent up and really eager to have someone help me take care of it. The first theme park we visited was Universal Studios Orlando, which was a bust in every way. It's borderline run-down and several of the attractions, which are basically just 3D movies with a fourth D that mainly involves spitting water at you, are preceded by movies that are just as long and play off what looks like VHS. This was not the place to be technological. I was ready to pounce, though, to the point where my head was turning to any male (anyone) who seemed to signal gayness. Twinkiness, sculpted brows, a switch in a dude's walk: all started looking really, really good to me. A youngish worker who clearly had theatrical ambitions of dressing up as a character one day camped his way around the boarding area of the Mummy roller coaster. I wanted to ask him to sit in my lap.

The next day, at Universal's more thrill-oriented and far superior Islands of Adventure, I struck gold. Or, you know, dick. The day before, some cute kid in his early 20's messaged me and when I opened up Grindr at Islands of Adventure, and I saw that he was close. In-the-park close. Here is how easy it was to coordinate the hookup that followed:

Who Needs a Log Flume When You Can Get a Blow Job In a Theme Park Bathroom Instead?: My Family Vacation

I had a few things to do before I'd make my way over to the place that he worked in the Toon Lagoon zone. I'd also have to shake my two sisters and one sister's boyfriend, with whom I had attended the park. When my sister and her boyfriend stopped to play some carnival games, I slipped away, in search of a Coke Zero and that dude.

I entered his place of work, which I'm not going to mention specifically because I don't want him to get in trouble. I saw him from afar and then he saw me and despite our very modern way of coordinating this, the cruising that took place for a few minutes felt vintage.

I bought what I bought, nodded at him and approached him. He apologized for his outlandish, clashing fluorescent Toon-y work wear, but I told him that I liked a man in uniform. I don't know if he got it. He asked me if I came alone, and I told him no – that would be weird. Weirder than the current weird situation, at least, I thought. He told me I was cute, I returned the compliment and then he told me to follow him.

He took me outside, past an appropriately cartoonish fence, all bright colors and bold lines and angular edges. I thought it was weird that it led to a staff-only area, as it resembled an attraction or maybe the opening to a fun maze. Past the opening was a mostly empty paved plot with a few picnic benches and single-stall, gender-specific bathrooms. No one was around but us. We went into the men's room and made out. We pulled our pants down. I was excited to a debilitating extent, so full of adrenaline that felt mainlined from a 15-year-old that I wasn't even hard. Neither was he – his dick reminded me of a not-yet-inflated animal-balloon balloon.

It was fine. We got up, gave each other head and both came. I'm being generous if I say the entire thing lasted longer than three minutes. It was fucking great, though – a thrilling release that exceeded and, via post coital lightness, enhanced the insane roller coaster I went on immediately after with my sister after I met back up with her. The first thing she asked me is if I was high.

I felt lighter, at last able to enjoy my vacation. I didn't hook up after that, but I did use Grindr to survey the area, soak in the fabricated culture and collect screen shots. Later that night, my mother arrived (she couldn't travel with us to Florida because of work) and we sat on the couch tapping at our phones. She showed me some game she was playing and it looked like there was some kind of chat option there, so I asked her about it.

"I don't do chat shit," she told me. "There are a lot of perverts out there."

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