feeling like twitter is my safe space. it’s so easy to get rid of the hurtful stuff. i know my largest amt of followers is on fb but it didn’t put butts in the seats and it cost a lot of money. when i first started my fans were @adultswim fans. half of whom were conservative.

as time went on they realized i called them on their shit and would kick them out or say fuck off if provoked. looking back i stand by my behavior. there were missteps on my part but far greater missteps from this adult swim/millenial generation.

even though they took me to task on reddit. it was reddit that turned out be a hatefilled winery filled over zealous fans/jilted lovers. who can forget the boston marathon?

the mother of the middle eastern man that was pulled out of the river didn’t give a fuck if reddit ordered pizza for the first responders. this site was not a source of information it was a needy emotional sink hole. and not a reflection of who i really am.

i have an overall feeling given my soon to be finalized divorce and the end of this presidency that i don’t have to experience trauma while i entertain people who enjoy it. i don’t have to kill myself to make my art. i don’t have to suffer.

i go on ig owned by fb and wear a biden shirt. i am met with a wave of vitriol that sends me right back into my marriage and my worst experiences on facebook. being on twitter has given me license to freak out a little and be me. not worry about what anyone thinks. i can be true.

i plan to build my audience here and on tiktok and twitch. 40k is not 200k. many of my fans refuse to jump to twitter so there’s the rub. i may to start letting some of these old school fans go if they’re not willing follow me to a new site, but music or go to a show.

the last five years i have been treated like property by republicans as if i wasn’t doing my job by being myself even tho the core msg of my music is to do just that. i’m learning to have more faith in myself and less faith in the public.

my real fans tho that throw no shade i see u and just u wait. the best is yet to come.

typos be damned. i was feeling myself.