Plus statements from three other people who have either experienced or witnessed his abuse.
Trigger warning: descriptions of multiple kinds of abuse.
Clint “Lint Hikes” Bunting (currently “Curtis Banting” on facebook) is a long-distance hiker who has notoriety within the long-distance hiking community because he’s hiked the PCT, CDT and AT three times each, making him a triple-triple crowner. He’s incredibly visible within the community, and holds a great deal of social capital there. He’s also a violent bully with a long history of abuse. This is my story of being bullied by him. Below this statement you’ll find statements from three other people, who have known him for a long time and who have also either witnessed or experienced his abuse.
I first met Lint on the in 2013, when we crossed paths on the PCT. I was only around him for part of a day, but I thought he was funny and charming. I appreciated his direct nature, and the fact that he too had been hewn in the punk scene. Punks on the trail are rare. He said he was a feminist, which I thought was cool.
In the fall of 2014, I stayed at Lint and his partner’s house in Ashland, Oregon for a week, while waiting for a seasonal farm job to start. It was fun getting to know Lint and his partner. We made meals together, and went trail running. Lint owns a number of guns, and he took a friend and I shooting. He opened up to me about his alcoholism. He was in recovery at the time, and was sober. He also opened up to me about his anger management issues, which he said he was working on. I believed him.
My job started, and I moved out to the farm, although Lint and his partner let me leave my van parked in front of their house in Ashland. One day while I was working, Lint and I got into a discussion on facebook messenger about whether or not a person with a large platform has a responsibility to use that platform for good. I said yes, he said no. After talking for a while I had to get back to work, and I told him that we would have to agree to disagree. He told me that I was a coward. I said that I had to work, and that I wouldn’t discuss it with him any more. He started calling me a bunch of names. I blocked him on facebook messenger. He texted me, saying “Why is there a van parked in front of my house?” I didn’t have my own vehicle at the farm, and it would be a few days before I could borrow my boss’ truck and get a ride into town to pick up the van. The situation had escalated so quickly- he had become angry and abusive simply at my setting a boundary about needing to get back to work- that I was alarmed. Was he about to do something to my van? What would happen when I went to pick it up? What about all his guns?
I blocked Lint’s text messages and communicated with his partner instead. We arranged a day that I could come pick up the van when Lint would not be there. I told her that if Lint showed up while I was getting my van, I would call the police.
I picked up my van without incident, and moved on with my life. I kept Lint blocked on social media- he had shown himself to be an abusive person, and I wanted nothing to do with him. Over the next few years, every time I crossed paths with him (on the CDT, when he was hiking NOBO and I was heading SOBO, was one instance), he would insult me as well as whoever I was with, but I would say something joking back to him and go on my way. Every few months a bit of gossip would get back to me via the trail community grapevine, and I reached the general understanding that he was trashing me to whomever would listen. What his beef with me was, exactly, was never quite clear, and also seemed to change depending on the day/season/his mood/who he was talking with. People who had never actually hung out with me but were friends with him, began to ice me. I stopped going to all trail events, because I knew that he went to most of them, and I had no way of knowing which ones he would and would not attend. Also because it was emotionally exhausting being iced by his friends, many of whom are incredibly visible in the trail community as well, and who also hold a great deal of social capital there.
I also heard rumors, during this time, of Lint’s continued physical violence. Other hikers would repeat stories that he had told them- about getting into fist fights, about the time he pepper sprayed an AT hiker, about the way he called his most recent AT hike “rage hiking”.
In 2016, I was rescued in a helicopter while hiking the Hayduke trail. I legitimately needed rescue, but I chose not to write about the incident on my blog, instead saying that I had hitch-hiked to safety. I only shared the incident with a handful of hiker friends. The reason I did this was not because I was ashamed to have been rescued (there’s no shame is staying alive), but because the internet loves to tear down hikers who have been rescued, and it was no-ones place to judge me. I knew that once word got out to the larger trail community that I had been rescued, I would be bullied for it.
Eventually word did get out, and Lint and another hiker (who I was not friends with, but who he was) started a thread on facebook letting everyone know I had been rescued and saying I needed to be called out for being a “fake hiker” because of it, even though I’d been able to complete the Hayduke after, and hadn’t skipped any miles. A friend of mine messaged the other hiker, calling them out for bullying, and they took the post down.
(I wrote about this on my blog here- https://carrotquinn.com/2017/09/11/i-need-to-get-something-off-my-chesti-was-rescued-off-the-hayduke-last-year/)
Even though I hadn’t actually spoken with or crossed paths with Lint in a few years, his preoccupation with me and determination to bully me seemed to be growing. I did my best to ignore it, further distancing myself from a certain circle of very visible hikers and focusing instead on the super rad hikers I had actually shared space/time with, and consequently developed my own relationships with, as well as all of the wonderful people in the other communities of which I am a part. Every so often, gossip would get back to me- new lies about me that Lint was circulating. I continued to ignore this gossip.
On November 11, 2017, I was in Portland for the weekend for a friend’s birthday, and I went for a run in Forest Park. Two miles into my run I saw Lint, jogging from the other direction. We stopped to talk.
“I got sober a little while ago,” he said, “and I can’t remember much that happened when I was drunk. I can’t remember if we’re supposed to have beef or not.”
“We got in a disagreement on facebook in 2014,” I said to him, “and you called me a bunch of names. We’ve had beef ever since.” I decided to leave out the fact that he had actually been sober during that period, as well. It seemed promising that Lint seemed so open to talking, though (in spite of the fact that he’d already lied when he said he didn’t remember our original disagreement because he was drunk), so I said-
“You could apologize, and we could start over.” He became visibly upset.
“Well, Jennifer,” he said, calling me by my old legal name. I’d never told him my old legal name, but he must’ve found out somehow, and he was using it now to show he had some sort of power over me? Or to be degrading? I wasn’t sure. I started going by Carrot when I was 19, as a way to distance myself from my abusive family, and to heal and develop as my own, autonomous person. For sixteen years, I’d been Carrot everywhere except the bank and the DMV. Whenever I had to use the name Jennifer in an official capacity, I cringed. It reminded me so much of my childhood, and what I had left behind.
“I can’t apologize, because the things I said might have been true,” continued Lint. Here we go again, I thought. He was becoming visibly more and more upset. He started yelling at me, there in the woods.
“If you were a man, we would fight,” he said. “If you were a man, we would fight right now.”
“So if I was a man, you would punch me right now?” I said.
“That’s how men talk,” he shouted.
I laughed like it was a big joke in an attempt to deescalate, and jogged away from him. But I felt super shaken- Lint brags all the time about all the physical fights he gets into. Running into him in the woods with no-one else around and having things escalate from a civil discussion to him threatening to attack me in less than a minute was terrifying.
When I got back to the trailhead, my van wouldn’t start. The battery was dead. This had never happened before, and at the time, I’d had the van for three years. I have no idea how someone would’ve disabled the battery, because to get to the battery you pop the hood from within the van (and the van was locked), but just in case, I’m documenting it here. I ended up calling AAA for a jump.
I messaged a well-known hiker who I respected later that day and told her about the interaction, in hopes that she might have some insight. She told me that I should ignore the bullying and “focus on the positive”.
On December 2nd, 2017, someone alerted me that Lint was trashing me in the comments of an instagram post of his. He was saying that I had skipped huge sections of the PCT and CDT, and because of it I was a fraud and a scam artist and a culture vulture. He said that I didn’t actually like hiking at all, that I just hiked so that I could write about it. (For the record, I skipped 50 miles of the PCT each of the two times I hiked it, and I skipped 100 miles of the CDT. I was honest about all these skips in my daily blog from the trail. I skipped no miles of the Hayduke, or other trails I’ve hiked.) People attempted to engage with Lint about his bullying in these comments as well as in direct messages, and he derided them and/or called them yellow blazers. Here are screenshots.
In his response to this hiker’s message asking him why he hates me, Lint calls me Jennifer again, and jokes about sexual violence against me.
I messaged a number of other hikers at this time, about the bullying. Those who were friends with Lint or those who wanted some of the social capital he controlled on account of his position within a certain circle of the thru-hiking community told me to ignore him, that he was trying to be better, and that I should “focus on the positive”. Almost all of these were men. Hikers who were not a part of his social circle/had no interest in becoming a part of it were super upset on my behalf, and gave me support and encouragement. Almost all of these were women, with a few notable exceptions, and their support at this time was the only thing that allowed me to keep it together. I could not believe how publicly Lint was being abusive towards me, and how little anyone cared. It seemed that Lint, since he was a triple triple crowner who hiked 40 mile days with a tiny pack and also because he was a man, could be abusive with impunity.
At this time, a very kind person reached out and put me in touch with Lint’s ex of six years, whom he had abused. I began emailing with her. She agreed to write a statement for this post, as did the person who put us in touch, as he had also known Lint for a long time, and witnessed his abuse. Those statements are below.
On December 15, I received the following message via instagram from Mountain Laurel Designs, a small cottage gear company-
I was floored. A gear company was writing me to say that no-one believed me, and that I was obviously the real bully. (For the record, “the way I behaved with Gossamer Gear” is that I was a trail ambassador for GG in 2014. At the time, they had comically bad customer service, and I was always having to apologize to people I met on the PCT with GG packs about their awful customer service experiences. Word about this got back to GG, and they dropped me from the trail ambassador program.)
I put the message from MLD in my instagram stories, and received this message-
Two other hikers also messaged me to confirm this. I also remembered seeing this on Lint’s twitter-
I emailed Ron Bell, the owner of MLD, and asked him if he had sent the message. He said he had not.
By this time, Lint had deleted all the comments aimed at me from his previous instagram post.
I believe that Lint has targeted me these last four years because I stood up to him very early on in our friendship. I believe that Lint systematically works to destroy the reputation of anyone who stands up to him, so that by the time they get around to calling him on his abusive behavior, no-one in the thru-hiking community will believe anything they say, and Lint can continue to play the part of the person who has changed.
I do not know if Lint is capable of change. I do know, however, that he uses the narrative that he’s “trying to change” in order to manipulate people into thinking that he HAS changed, all while continuing to be abusive at the same time. Judging from the statement of his ex of 6 years (which is below), Lint has been trying to convince people that he has changed/is in the process of changing for over a decade, and yet he continues to be abusive.
There will always be people like Lint in the world. Lint has been able to be abusive with impunity in the long-distance hiking community not just because of how manipulative he is, but because of the nature of the community itself. The long-distance hiking community is rife with toxic masculinity, and for the last decade Lint has found a safe space there. In the long-distance hiking community men, as long as they walk fast and carry a small pack, are seen as heroes, and any abusive behavior they might have is ignored, apologized for, covered up, or enabled. Their intentions are assumed to be good, in spite of whether or not their behavior is in line with this and what they themselves might say (Lint constantly bragging about his physical violence, for example). Women, on the other hand, are torn down (with glee!) at the slightest perceived infraction. This is why people in the hiking community who didn’t know me personally/had never actually hung out with me were so quick to believe the lies that Lint spread about me for years.
Lint is the one who was abusive, but dozens of other men (and a handful of women) enabled him by staying silent, apologizing for him, and covering up his behavior. Until this culture of silence around abusive behavior in the long-distance hiking community changes, the abusers (esp white straight cis men abusers) of the world will always find a place there where they can accrue social capital and a large platform, thrive, and spread their toxic, misogynist hate with impunity- all they have to do is walk a lot. THIS dynamic is one of the reasons why the long-distance hiking community is such an alienating space for women, queer people, people of color, and other marginalized groups.
Publishing this statement online scares me. Lint is a clever, extremely manipulative abuser with lots of guns, anger management issues, and a long history of violence. I worry that he’ll find out my address. I worry that something will happen to my house, or my dogs, or my van.
Creating this document, though, is more important than the risk it might put me in. My intention with this document is that it will fuck with Lint’s ability, going forward, to be abusive with impunity in the long-distance hiking community, or anywhere else. Anyone he gaslights, manipulates, or abuses can google his name and find this blog post, and get the validation and support they need.
If you’ve experienced Lint’s abuse and you’d like support or to add your statement to this document, or if Lint has reached out to you with abusive messages about me or anyone else, or if he has reached out to you and asked for my address or other personal information, please contact me-
———–Statement from Diana, Lint’s ex of six years————
Where do I begin? I was Clint Bunting’s (aka Lint’s) primary partner off and on for 4-5 years starting in 2006, and continued to be romantically/sexually involved with him for another 2+ years after our official breakup. I have had no contact with him for the past 5 or so years, and in fact removed myself from the thru hiking community because of his continued presence there. We originally met via the hiking community in Portland, introduced by a mutual friend. We had both thru hiked the AT in 2004, but had not met on the trail because I had stayed ahead of him; he knew of me through my register entries. Clint was charming and funny, and I was drawn to him especially because of his self-professed radical politics. It took me years to finally understand that he was radical in name only; his self-declarations provided a cover for abusive, misogynistic behavior that I struggled to reconcile with who I believed him to be.
I am writing this to warn other people, in the hiking community and elsewhere, of his abusive behavior. I also hope my writing this can offer some support and small comfort to other folks, especially women, who have experienced his behavior- you are not alone, you did not imagine it, it is not your fault, and I see you and am here for you in whatever capacity I can be. I would like to say I am writing in hopes that Clint might be held to some account for his actions, but for an accountability process to happen there must be two vital factors for which I have seen no evidence: a willingness on Clint’s part to be self-reflective, and an unwillingness on the part of his peers and community to tolerate abusive behavior. I say this because, in the rare instances during the time that I knew him that Clint would start to admit to a feeling of remorsefulness or just plain weakness, just the act of my acknowledging his words would send him into a fit of denying the existence of these feelings. As for the hiking community, I have little hope there as well. Over the years, plenty of hikers have witnessed his aggressive and abusive behavior, and yet he continues to be lionized. I have told my story to a number of people in and out of the hiking scene, and nearly all of those who had been friendly with him in the past continued to condone his behavior. People have shown discomfort in my acknowledgment of his abuse, but no willingness to question him or his actions.
The process of trying to write about my experiences with Clint has been incredibly stressful, despite the support of a number of wonderful people in my life. While I do try to stand up for the things I believe in, conflict is hard for me, and I have been taught through my relationship with Clint and other life experiences to avoid it at all costs. I have been having heart palpitations and other stress and anxiety symptoms for weeks. It has taken me over a month to write this brief description of just some of Clint’s actions while I knew him. I did not write this for fun or for spite. My list is incomplete and ineloquent, but I hope that in writing it I can help others avoid harm.
Animal cruelty: Clint shot and killed numerous cats because he claimed they were shitting in his raised bed gardens. Some cats he shot were likely feral; there may have also been pets killed. I was present one time that he was set up for shooting, and he had me leave the room when he thought he might take a shot. He also told me about beating a cat to death with a shovel around the same period of time. A person who took part in that killing also confirmed it, as did another friend of his who was not present. He shot a small hole in the ceiling of his house once when he inadvertently hit the trigger. The time that I was present during one of his “stake outs” he spent the whole evening trying to convince me that what he was doing was justified and even good. He kept pressing the issue for hours after I told him repeatedly that I wasn’t going to argue with him and didn’t want to talk about it any more.
Sexual assault: Clint took photographs of a woman who was naked and passed out without her knowledge or consent. I was DD’ing for him and had dropped him off at a house where he was supposed to meet someone while I ran home to pick something up. The person he was supposed to meet was not there, so he wandered around the house while waiting for me. He went into one room and saw a woman who he described as passed out from heroin or some other drug. She was lying crumpled on a bed, naked, with her genitals visible. Clint took several photographs of her, especially of her genitals. When I arrived with the car, he bragged about having taken these photos and tried to show them to me. I refused and told him he needed to delete them immediately and that it was sexual assault to have taken them. He argued that the woman’s face was not in the photos, and so there was no harm done, and refused to delete them. The conversation continued for a while, and at some point he claimed to have given in and deleted them. Later on that evening I was looking up something on his phone and found that he actually had not deleted them. He gaslighted me for hours until by the end of the evening I was crying and apologizing for having been too harsh.
Lies about sexual health: Clint regularly lied to partners about who else he was sleeping with and his sexual health. I had a toothbrush and other toiletries at his house, and he would hide them when he brought other women home, not letting them know that he had a regular sex partner. He told a woman who knew both of us and who he had a long-distance affair with that he and I were no longer sexually involved when we still were, and hid the fact that he was communicating with her from me.
He also lied about using condoms with other partners, and pressured them (at least several that I know of, and I assume many more) to have unprotected sex. I got STI screenings regularly and found out that I had gone from having no STIs to having contracted a cancer-causing strain of HPV. (At the time, I had not slept with anyone else for a year or two and was testing at least annually. We were mostly having unprotected sex, and so it was highly likely that he also had the virus.) I told him about my diagnosis, and told him he needed to inform any other current or future partners. About a year or so after that I asked a friend who had had sex with him in the interim if he had disclosed this to her. He hadn’t, even though they had had an explicit conversation about sexual health, and had also pressured her to have unprotected sex. She later tested positive for the same strain of HPV. When confronted about his lies, he said it was such a minor thing that it didn’t matter. He also told me that if I ended up with cervical cancer that it would just be “bonus cancer.” I do, in fact, still have abnormal cervical cells many years later.
Physical violence and intimidation: I have not personally witnessed any physical violence, but Clint would regularly tell me stories of beating up other people or physically intimidating them. One story I distinctly remember Clint bragging about was hitting another hiker with a metal flyswatter hard across the face or head. Another story he told often was of breaking the nose of a driver who cut him off while he was biking. He also told stories of destroying personal belongings of people who had angered him. I remember several stories of him having slashed or planning to slash people’s tires.
Clint had ongoing conflict with a number of roommates we had in the time that we lived together. One time I came home to find him posted outside the bedroom of a couple we lived with. He had been pounding on their door for a long time (I think he said hours, but I don’t remember clearly) yelling and demanding that they come out to have a “house meeting.” They had barricaded themselves in the room to keep him away. I also have a distinct memory of him plotting on how he was going to violently “get back” at a former roommate who had angered him, though I do not know whether he ever followed through.
Emotional and sexual abuse: Emotional abuse, especially around sex, was regular. Clint admitted to me to starting arguments with me just to get me to have sex with him. He sulked and acted out when I didn’t initiate sex with him, and tried to make me feel guilty for not having sex with him after the fact. I remember a specific time when we were newly dating that I had flown and then driven for many hours in the middle of the night to visit him, and was shaking with fatigue when I got there. He kept trying to pressure me to have sex right away, even though I told him I felt ill from exhaustion. We did not have sex that night, but waited until the morning. He brought the fact that we had waited until morning to have sex (along with a few other similar examples) regularly the entire time we were involved to illustrate his point that I just didn’t like sex enough.
It was not uncommon that Clint would do something during sex that would make me uncomfortable, and I would disassociate. He would notice this, but continue the sex, and then complain about my lack of enthusiasm. At least one time he said after he had finished that it felt like he was raping me, and that that just wasn’t fun for him, though he continued the sex anyway. When I would tell him about something I wished he would do differently, he would tell me that all his other girlfriends had liked the way he did whatever it was, and that I must just be defective if I wanted something else.
One time we had a friend over who we had both individually slept with, and who we had briefly talked about inviting to have sex with both of us. Clint then suddenly, and without my permission, exposed my body to this person as a way of extending the invitation for sex. This made me extremely uncomfortable. We did end up having sex together, after which Clint complained that he didn’t enjoy it enough.
While we were together, Clint would tolerate nothing less than unconditional support. He also made it clear that I was not to rely on him for anything and that he would only support me when it suited him. This support was subject to revocation at any time. There were a number of times during our relationship when I questioned his response in a particular situation, or even tried to intervene in conflict on his behalf, and was met with intense fury. One particular time I told him I thought his rude response to a bartender was out of line. He then stormed out and yelled at me for being a traitor the entire walk back to his house. He threw me out of the house where I had been planning to stay for the weekend (at the time I was working out of town at a residential program during the week, and was often crashing with him on my days off).
During a drawn out conflict with housemates during a move-out I agreed help to one of the housemates in an attempt to ease the tension between them. When he learned that I agreed to help her on his behalf, he started a screaming match with me, telling me how untrustworthy and disloyal I was. The yelling continued from his car out onto the street, and I remember passers by looking our way as he screamed. I spent the following several months having to prove my trustworthiness, and Clint told me he would leave me if I ever had contact with the former roommates from that house again.
There were many times when Clint would attack me for asking for or accepting his help. I remember a particular instance when I had asked him to set his alarm so that I could make it to an unusually early work day. He accidentally set the alarm for pm rather than am and we overslept. I woke up with not enough time to bike, and asked him if he could drive me, as I was TA-ing a field trip, and could not be late. He spent the entire drive yelling at me to never ask him for anything ever again, and barely gave me enough time to pull my bike from the truck before speeding away. In another instance I accepted his unsolicited offer to drive me to and from minor surgery and take care of me during my recovery. On the day of, he became angry at having to follow through on his offer, and proceeded to harass me the whole day, storming through pharmacies and berating me for not being able to keep up with him while I was still recovering from heavy anesthesia.
I had a chronic illness for a lot of the time I knew Clint. He was less than sympathetic, often telling me to suck it up and stop being weak. He would alternate between telling me that my illness was just in my head to telling me that I just wasn’t trying hard enough to get better, even though I was going to the doctor monthly and sometimes weekly for treatment. My health has greatly improved since I broke ties with Clint, and while I attribute most of that to specific medical interventions, I have no doubt that the stress of my abusive relationship with him contributed to the length and severity of my illness.
I want to end by reiterating that this is just some of what I experienced throughout my relationship with Clint. I hope that by putting this out there that I may be able to reclaim some of my own agency and power in the process. At this point, I am not seeking anything other than the possibility that my sharing these experiences might keep someone else from experiencing harm.
Diana aka chigger
LT ’03 AT ’04 PCT ’07
——-Statement from Bryan———
I first met Lint on my thruhike of the Appalachian Trail. He was the first person I met who identified as an anarchist, and was pretty open to sharing his ideas about it. Like most anarcho-bros go, he easily spoke the language of equality and anti-oppressive rhetoric. We didn’t hike together long, but I saw him at various parts of my hike. We easily became friends, a friendship that extended beyond the trail.
I didn’t see Lint again until a few years later on my first visit to Portland. I met up with him and his then partner. The three of us were friends, and I also knew that they were in an open relationship. I knew this because Lint mentioned it often. I was attracted to his partner, but having never been involved in an open relationship before,I was hesitant to pursue anything with her. But ultimately a connection was made. I would ultimately become closer with both of them, which at first seemed open, honest, and supportive.
Afterwards, I started to receive a series of emails from Lint in regards to my relationship with his partner. At first it was supportive, but he would later admit that he encouraged the relationship to bring some balance to theirs. It seemed in their relationship, he was having multiple partners while his partner was not. In essence, he was attempting to assuage his personal guilt.
During the course of this relationship, the equality between the three of us began to feel unbalanced. Where maybe neither I nor his partner were interested in engaging sexually, Lint would persistently try to entice me. On one occasion, he attempted to do this by exposing his nude partner to me. At first I thought that was a playful act between the two of them, but I later learned it was unconsentual for her.
I would later leave Portland, but pass through on occasion. Always looking for friends to visit and stay with, I would message Lint and his partner first who lived separately. Lint would consistently say he was either too busy or tired to meet up or host. His partner would respond separately saying she was around and able to host a friendly dinner. And almost every time I would be at her house, Lint would always seem to be able to bike across town in the winter to be there, a surprise to his partner and I.
It seemed a strange coincidence that he quickly was available when he knew I was alone with his partner, even if it was for a platonic hangout. It seemed to me that he wasn’t comfortable if I was alone with her, even if there was no intention of us sleeping together. Over time this became uncomfortable to me and I stopped visiting either of them, sadly.
On the few occasions I saw Lint, I would cringe at how he described his personal relationships with women. More so when he described his sexual relationships with women I personally knew. He would objectify them and reduce them as transactions, instead of earnest connections. I would also hear from other women his abusive tendencies including manipulation, deceit, and gas lighting.
After understanding the ideals of anti-oppressive in anarchism, I saw Lint’s behavior as contradictory. His manipulative and coercive behavior went against the principles of consent. Lint knows how to talk anarchism, and use the language of anti-oppression to build trust. But ultimately his personal agenda was more important than the desires and needs of those around him.
With all this I must be transparent that I’ve perpetrated similar harm. I have a long history of abusive behavior, one that ultimately has led to me being held accountable by my community. Because of this I am able to understand the impact of my abuse to community, those I love and care for. My hope is that Lint, and other men, can better understand our actions and hold each other accountable. I learned I can do better, and I hope Lint can too.
_____Statement from Valerie_____
Today I read the statements written by the three courageous individuals who have chosen to share their Lint story. At first, when I was asked if I would be willing to write about my experiences as a sexual partner of Lint’s, I was not interested. It was something I had put behind me many years ago. Something I thought I was to blame for. Something I felt I deserved because I was ugly, stupid, and unlovable. That last part is my shit, but Clint preyed on and exacerbated it. This is the stuff I still need to work through; it is my life’s work. I have a long history of sexual assault and domestic violence. I have been repeatedly abused by men starting when I was six years old. But this is not the story I am writing to tell. The story I want you to know is that I too am a victim of Clint “Lint” Bunting. He is a perpetrator of sexual, emotional, and physical violence.
I am currently an advocate for survivors of domestic and sexual violence. I am a social worker with a master’s degree who is an expert in domestic and sexual violence. I am sure Lint will tear this up and discredit my education, knowledge, and experience, but know this: the list grows of his victims ready to come forward, hold him accountable for his actions, and ask YOU to also hold him accountable. Lint is a misogynist pig who manipulates people to his own advantage.
I met Lint some years ago during a friemily (friend-family) Thanksgiving he was invited to by another friemily member. I thought he was funny. Lint was hilarious. I enjoyed him. I didn’t really think I was attracted to him but nonetheless, I was interested, especially when he began to text me and express his interest in me. We engaged in a multiple month long-distance relationship. We texted every day, exchanged pictures, even engaged in phone sex; the last two activities I had never done before and felt pressured by Lint into doing.
After some time, Lint began to subtly make it clear that I needed to come to Portland to visit him, even though he knew that I was not in a financial position to complete such a trip. Eventually, I made the trip to PDX for a visit. The entire time we were texting (prior to my PDX visit) Lint claimed that he and his partner were no longer together and their relationship was definitely over. Upon arriving in PDX, she was at his house with him. He explained it away as they are still friends and she’s leaving town. I believed him, though I later found out that they were actually still involved, and he was hiding us from each other. I even found her toothbrush and other toiletries at his house while I was staying there. I can’t remember what I said to him or what his response was about those items. Really, I was only there to have him measure me up to see if I am good enough for more than a weekend fuck; at least that his how he made me feel.
That week was bad. Sex was horrible in the respects that I felt like a piece of meat, a slab to fuck. I felt he had no respect for me. He only wanted to fuck me and that was it. This was not the impression he gave me when we were texting, writing letters, and talking on the phone. He made me believe that he wanted to pursue a relationship with me. Before leaving Portland, Lint gave me the explicit impression that he wanted to continue our relationship, however, once I made it home his behavior changed. Within 24 hours of my return, he no longer wanted to pursue a relationship or even a friendship with me. I was duped. It felt like one of those things guys did in high school; lie, say they want more than they actually do just so they could sleep with you. I experienced this kind of behavior consistently throughout high school. It’s so degrading to think about. This adult male in his thirties was treating me, an adult female in her thirties, like I was a child in my teens. As a victim of sexual violence, these are the kind of relationships that are all too common. I thought I left that behind me when I became radical, when I chose to disassociate with the kinds of people who did this to me. Lint reminded me that it still happens in these so-called Radical Punk communities.
Shortly after that visit I moved to Portland. Vulnerable and alone, I wanted Lint’s attention. His charm is so intoxicating. I craved his presence and gave into the weakness of my low self-esteem. I vomit in my mouth just thinking about it. He is such a jerk to treat women as sex objects instead of humans with thoughts, feelings, ideas, and concerns. I fell quickly into the trap of Lint, I slept with him again. He never told me about the genital herpes he had. Actually, he blew it off as no big deal saying “Everyone has it, don’t be so sex negative.” He made me feel like a child- minimizing my feelings, discrediting my concerns- he really did not give a shit about me. It’s so obvious now.
I finally freed myself of this leech after he left for his is second CDT trip. I finally acknowledged to myself that Lint did not care about me or my feelings. Upon his return to Portland, I explained to my roommates that as a paying household member I did not want him in my home when I was there. At this point, one of my roomies was also a victim of his. Their story is what prompted me to write this. Yes, Clint gave me the cancerous strain of HPV. I am the female partner Diana mentioned in her story. I had one biopsy in 2013 and numerous annual physicals as a result. In 2016, my body passed the cancerous HPV virus and I was finally cleared to resume regular checks up as recommend for my age group. Not everyone is as lucky as me. I have been screened numerous times since having sex with Lint and luckily, I did not contract genital herpes from him.
I too have witnessed Lint murder cats in his back yard, laughing, explaining it away as feral cats that do not deserve to live. Lint hates cats. If you look at a Danger Assessment animal abuse is a common behavior exhibited by abusive partners (Campbell, 2003). I have also heard Lint claim on numerous occasions to be getting sober. He claimed to be getting help for his drinking and relationship issues but those are all lies. It is sad to hear he has not changed in the years it has been since I knew him.
Yes, I am an angry feminist. I’m pissed that there are still people supporting this guy. Lint needs to be held accountable for his actions and behaviors. I am surprised and shocked that there are gear companies who support someone with such a violent past accompanied with a violent online presence. Your support of Lint Hikes is a slap in the face of all the women who are victims of Lint’s and all the other hikers who have experienced his abuse. This is a call to all of you reading this: do not support the companies supporting this abusive, sexist, rapist! How could you? Ask yourself – is this the world you want your daughters to grow up in? If you have sons, ask yourself – is this the way you want your sons treating women?
I am an advocate for the end of domestic and sexual violence. I am not a member of the hiking community; this is perhaps the reason you do not know my story or my name. I felt it was important that you know my story; that Diana, Carrot, and Bryan are truth tellers. Their stories have witnesses. In a court of law, Lint Hikes would be held accountable for his actions. It is time for the hiker community to hold him accountable. How many more victims must there be before you do something?
I would like to end with a suggestion for the future. Lint may have destroyed his relationships with the folk who have shared their stories. I cannot speak for them, but for myself the possibility of reconciliation is highly unlikely. However, I do believe that Lint has an opportunity to create a future for himself where he can learn from his mistakes while being held accountable for his actions. A future where Lint enters an intensive rehabilitation program and emerge a healthy person who is ready for a healthy future. I believe that if Lint is truly a feminist then rehabilitation and reconciliation is the only course of action he could take. I believe that Lint can create a future free of violence and abuse for himself and those around him.
–In solidarity with those who have been abused and silenced.
Campbell, J., (2003). Danger Assessment. www.dangerassessment.com