To The Critics

There were a couple of years in which I won awards for blogging. I also made a decent living from writing at one point, and I’ve always had my critics. My most critical of readers wished death upon me, and threatened me all the time. I thought he was funny, so I didn’t delete his comments, and would even shout him out whenever I was discussing the eurotrash genre, or British cinema. He was definitely upset a lot, and well, I didn’t care.

It’s been a long time since I’ve addressed any critical elements, but I did want to mention a few notes here, just as a reminder to myself.

This site is not for everyone. It’s a diatribe, it’s a journal, it’s a collection of thoughts, sometimes essays, film reviews, music reviews, and more. It is not meant to be taken as gospel, or to be taken as a full representation of who Jay Dune is, or who Jorge Orduna is. It is an artistic expression that happens to deal with the psychosis that I may have in my mind. It is not meant to be read as the only part of my world, or black and white. Everything has context and I purposely leave elements out and isolate others to include a narrative that is my own.

If you read the entirety of this site, you’ll see that it’s not meant to be a site that is promoting myself to get women, to gain friends, but rather catharsis.

That being said, I can’t believe I have to even write this, but if you drop me a comment, thanks. However, don’t be a keyboard coward. You know who you are, and what you’re doing. If you want to talk, I’m not hard to find, my contact information is readily available, I have books published, and a lot of writing under my belt.

Funny how people get brave when you have a website that allows for comments.

It’s nice to have haters, it means I struck a nerve. Keep em coming, I’ll keep writing.

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