The Intimate Internet

If from where I hide
behind my cyber wall
were I to show myself to you
with all my insides out
my darkest secret bared
in all my daring honesty
can I be loved
really loved
just for who I am?

The blogophere is a fascinating place.
I hear that it is doubling in size every 5.5 months and is now over 60 times bigger than it was 3 years ago, and that on average, a new weblog is created every second of every day with 13.7 million bloggers still posting 3 months after their blogs are created.
There are all kinds of reasons for blogging but lately I have happened across a number who seem to be using their bandwidth as a confessor, a place to reveal their innermost thoughts and longings, their most shameful secrets, those things they possibly have no real person that they dare to tell. Is there really acceptance, forgiveness, intimacy to be had out there - or just the illusion of some projected hope?
That seems quite sad to me.