We're Friends, Right?
Also some rather invasive, creepy mail. Not much spam, and nothing I'd write to Blogger about, and I haven't called the FBI. But it feels creepy.
Me exposing someone as a creep feels creepy to me, even if it works for Dooce. I'm not her, and being me, you don't get to even hear me swear (for the most part). So why in the world would I let you read something creepy.
Here we talk lashon (rhymes with trah-tone) naki (pah-key) .
We talk in clean language on this blog.
I bring this up because on Sunday, May 20, 2007 we're doing the First Carnival of All Substances, a collection of posts from people who have mega-experience with drugs and/or alcohol, even food and sex addictions.
Some bloggers (okay, most bloggers) are pretty loose and throw off expletives in this very fashionable I-don't-give-a-blank-that-I'm-swearing attitude. So I've had to say NO to submissions for the carnival that have words I find objectionable.
But we're still friends, right? I'm not your therapist (probably), in cyberspace I'm just another friend. We've established that if you need therapy you have to go to a therapy doc, someone local.
So is this okay that I don't post your stuff if it bothers me?
It's just gotta' be, peops. It's just gotta' be.
Love and Peace,