Boundaries, honestly.

Staś if you can write it correctly. Stas or Stan are fine. My full name, Stanisław, is also welcome.

Please don't invent nicknames. There are only two people online I let use nicknames, both of them know my dad. Everyone else: I got bullied a lot before, so unsolicited nicknames make me nervous and can hurt my feelings even when you mean well. If we become close friends, ask me first.

Casual photos for friends and family are fine. Posting them online, especially with my name attached, is not. Tagged photos pull strangers into spaces my parents and I worked hard to keep small.

Press and editorial use of my image goes through management. I am a minor. The usage agreements exist for a reason.

I know. I'm small. I'm 130 cm and 27 kg at fourteen because of a pituitary injury. You don't need to comment on it. You really, really don't.

Same goes for: my hair length, my eye colour, how 'pretty for a boy' I am, whether I look like a girl, my freckles. The compliments and the criticisms both land in the same uncomfortable place.

I have twelve siblings. Eleven of us are adopted (from my perspective). Including my twin sister, who came back to me through this family. My dad is a single parent of this huge crew and it works because he's good at it, not because the family is perfect.

You don't need to ask "where are your real parents?" My adoptive parents are my real parents. You don't need to count us. You don't need to ask why we don't all look alike. You don't need to interview me about my biological family to satisfy your curiosity.

Specific abuse details beyond what I've already written. The location of my old foster placements. My biological parents' names. Anything about my younger siblings without their permission. Medical details past what's already on /medical.

If you ask, I'll either ignore the question or redirect it. Don't take that personally. There's a difference between writing about my life and turning it over for inspection.

All professional contact goes through my management team via management@mutestas.com. DMs to my private accounts are not bookings, and they will not be answered as such.

This isn't gatekeeping. It's how a fourteen-year-old can do public work safely. The team exists so I can focus on writing and being on set, not on negotiating contracts.

Kind worry: telling my dad or my management if something I posted looks like a crisis. Thank you. We have it covered, but I appreciate that you flagged it.

Unkind worry: telling strangers in comment threads what I "really need," diagnosing me from a poem, or sending long messages explaining what my parents should be doing differently. Please don't.

Every line on this page exists because the alternative, pretending I'm just like other public kids, would shorten my life or my career or both. The boundaries are how I get to keep doing the work.