Every time I think about writing about BlogHer07, the first thing I want to do is acknowledge all the amazing people I met, besides the ones I’ve already acknowledged.

Then I get scared that I’m going to forget someone.

Then BOOM, I don’t want to write it, because I don’t want to be the person who makes someone else feel bad.

That said, I’m writing anyway and the only other people I’m going to acknowledge right now are real life friend Cindy, with whom I had a wonderful dinner and time catching up on Thursday, and Katie, who asked the bravest question in my panel and with whom I also hung out while waiting for coffee in the lobby of the W at 5:30 am on Friday. Watching Katie’s little daughter climb up and down from the W chairs made me miss Noah, in a good way.

I met and talked to lots of other cool people, some of whom were already online friends and others who were new to me, but most of you are going to be saved up for future in-context links. I hope you don’t mind.

What I really wanted to talk about here was the large number of explicitly feminist bloggers, and what that made me think about for myself.

I don’t call myself a feminist blogger, although certainly I am both a feminist and a blogger, and sometimes I blog about feminist issues.

What does it mean to be a “feminist blogger?” Is it only for so-called political blogs? In my mind, I mostly think about the people who enjoy having big blog comment fights with conservatives.

“Should” I call myself a feminist blogger?

Or does that label actually get in the way of the human to human connections that are what I think makes this blogging experience special? Labels can be useful, but they can also create walls, and by focusing on my experiences, I think I’ve connected with people in the blogosphere who don’t have many other friends or acquaintances who are lesbian moms — people who might find excessive labeling less welcoming.

On the other hand, I put myself out there about who my family and I are because I think it makes a difference in the world for you, the reader, to see a real picture of the sometimes boring life of a lesbian mom. Maybe it would make a difference too, for you to more explicitly see that feminist context.

On the third hand (*grin*) maybe that can be true and also not my responsibility or issue. But maybe that’s a cop-out.

I don’t have any life-changing conclusions here, just meandering thoughts. I’m curious to hear your thoughts, though.