Not In The Mood...For Rude Dudes

So Mind Your Ps + Qs, Boos

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Hi. This is the first time I’ve posted anything in over a week.

So much for taking a day or two off, huh?

I’m not feeling strong enough to unpack everything I’ve been dealing with since my last post. But I am feeling mad enough to address some petty bullshit head-first.

So, ready or not, here we go….

First things first. If I haven’t said it loudly or proudly enough, let me be crystal clear: I am deeply and genuinely grateful for the love and support most of this community has shown me and my work. The encouragement. The kindness. The thoughtful messages. The real human connection. Those things matter to me more than words can ever convey. Truly.

That applies to roughly 80% of the people I regularly interact with here.

Honestly? That’s pretty good for the internet.

But those other 20%? The cranky old bastards?
Yeah…y’all mfers can kiss my ass. Twice.

And if the phrase “cranky old bastards” triggers you, I gently suggest you go have a chat with the cranky old bastard in the mirror. That conversation is long overdue.

Because one too many cranky old bastards have written to me in the past ten days to remind me that they “pay my way.”

Oh, hunties… that’s so delusional. And ugh-ly.

No, Cranky Old Bastard, you may help support my work, but you do not own me. You do not employ me. You are not my mama or my daddy. And you most certainly do not get creative or editorial control over my life, my pace, my voice, or my boundaries.

If you believe any human can survive—emotionally, creatively, or financially—on a single monthly or annual subscription, you’ve got more issues than National Geographic. Seek professional help. And don’t email me anymore.

I am exhausted by the growing entitlement and general rudeness.
I am exhausted by the assumption that patronage equals ownership.
I am exhausted by people who think a few dollars buys them a seat in my nervous system.

Support is appreciated. Entitlement is not.

So let me say this as plainly as I know how: I do this work because I love it. I share because I choose to. And I show up as a human being, not a vending machine that dispenses content on demand.

If that doesn’t work for you, there are millions of creators on the internet. Go forth. Wander freely. I will not be controlled by a bunch of keyboard bullies. Nope.

Not today, tomorrow, or ever, Satan.

As for me?
I’m still exhausted, healing, and absolutely not in the mood for rude dudes.

So mind your Ps + Qs, boos….
Clint 🌈✌️

P.S. If your message is sitting in the backlog of Cranky Old Bastard emails, I wouldn’t expect a reply if I were you. Petty? Yes. Necessary? Also yes. My mental and physical health is not worth worrying about the bad attitudes and opinions of some rude dudes.

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FROM THE VAULT