I always (well, almost always) copy before I send; however, on Saturday evening when I wrote the post for Faking It, I... well, I had been drinking (which is why I don't remember it well enough to reproduce it, but boy, was it funny... it was about Condi Rice and Dick Cheney, and it echoed James Joyce, and touched on fake orgasms, and... well, anyway, you would have laughed if you'd read it); and, further, we have been suffering through numerous power outages in my neighborhood over the past week. Once the computer shuts down because the power goes out, anything copied is still lost. So I was doubly screwed. Oh well.
And yes, amycamus is a guy. (A guy with a French girlfriend, in fact -- Sally and I had dinner with the two of them just last night.) He took the name because he'd been listening to Yma Sumac a day or two before he started capping for the first time and liked it, not even thinking about the gender-bending aspect of it.