Are we in that place yet?

When I started writing here several months ago I was full of it (hence the url). I ranted and swore and made fun of individuals and groups and probably even nations as a whole (most likely ours). I was high on myself. I smoked me. I was sure that some spineless soul from BFE Alabama would stumble across my words and *ding* would be transformed into Al Franken crossed with Jeff Foxworthy. I know now that I was playing with fire. Al Franken and Jeff Foxworthy's love children would probably have pubic hair on their head, coke bottle glasses and tell redneck jokes with a lisp.

In fact, what has happened instead is I have made friends. Friends that are like me, but not. Friends that are far away, but close. People that I admire, laugh with, commiserate with, and cry with, but have never met. I'm trying to keep this on the sentimental side of maudlin, but it's difficult, because I'm getting all verklempt up in here. *Ahem*

I tell myself that this is an excellent writing exercise and a worthwhile escape from (what can be) the monotony of staying at home with babies, but that is barely true. In fact, the writing that I do here is more like fast food, compared to the four course meal I feel I should be preparing. But that's not really fair. Just because I'm stringing together letters that spell words doesn't mean I should compare this to my Big Writing Project waiting to be finished. Apples and oranges. No, more like apples and bendy-straws. This has become much more than Writing. You all, whether you comment or not, have become my own private community of people to share a cup of coffee with. Some of you I know in real life, and as I write I'm also thinking of the times we've spent together, which also makes me all warm and fuzzy (really, I'm not drunk! Sheesh, it's only 9:30 in the morning - we don't start cracking beers here until at least after lunch). Again, *ahem*

With all that said, I still yearn to rant about the state of health care, and the scary future of Roev.Wade with Alito on the bench, and the fact that nobody notices that Dan Rather can't say his L's, but I'm wondering now if this is still the forum for that. I worry about alienating readers, which, if you know me, is completely unlike me. I remember as a young girl being told that I don't "pull punches." When I finally figured out what that meant, I was proud of myself. I don't like tiptoeing around issues. I don't like leaving things unsaid. I like to wear my mind on my sleeve, but now I'm in a relationship with so many people I'm starting to censor myself. So I guess what I'm saying is, Do you like me well enough to stick with me if I piss you off? Are we there yet? If you were my boyfriend, could I fart in front of you yet?