EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author


UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


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Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.



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UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.


And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.


This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.


Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.








April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.




#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...


#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 


Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.


NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 



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30 Years of Being Transgender




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30 Years of Being Transgender

My 30th Anniversary of Being Transgender (February 5, 1987 - February 5, 2017) | How & Why I Became OtherKin | A Look Inside The Daily Life Of FanFiction.net's Bride of Sesshomaru - known as the internet's most extreme Life Acting CosPlayer or The Woman Who Lived As Lord Sesshomaru for 9 Years:

I identify as OtherKin because it's easier to explain to people then the fact I don't feel male or female and sometimes feel one or the other or both. So, here's what happened...

I was born a female, but since 1987, have lived as a male, living as a transvestite (f2m2f; confusing I know); While walking to the library (1/4 mile from home) a man (a blond construction worker; probably in his 30s or 40s) started following me and kept asking for sex; he was convinced I was a prostitute (not sure why, I certainly wasn't dressed in anything "prostitute-like, due to being a Mormon) and kept getting mad and yelling and he wouldn't leave me alone. He followed me all the way to the library, then followed me in the library. I went to the librarians lunch room to hide from him. Stayed there about an hour reading a book, he paced around the door the whole time.

After a while he left the building and I went back to what I was doing. (Getting books I needed for school work.) I did my studying and stuff. Was probably there another 2 hours before packing up and going home. I get maybe 500 yards from the library, about to cross the street and standing at the crosswalk waiting for cars to stop, when the same guy suddenly shows up behind me and grabs my arm, tries to drag me off the side. He's yelling, "I know you're a hooker!"

I'm just a kid, and I was only about 4'8" at the time, I'm not very big and he's a big adult. I couldn't get away from this guy and there was no one around to help. I try telling him I'm not a prostitute and I'm only 12, and he starts laughing and talking about how no one that young has boobs that big.

Since I was 12 years old I've had 38D boobs. TWELVE years old and I had boobs bigger then most adult women!

This goes on for maybe a minute, it all happened so fast. And he's not letting go of me and trying to drag me off and suddenly I scream out the first thing that came to my head: "I'm a man!"

I have no idea why I said it. It's not something I planned or thought about or anything, it just came out and kind of shocked me that I even said it but soon as I screamed "I'm a man!" he just let go of me and jumped back and looked horrified and then ran off.

I was like: "OMG! That guy was gonna rape me, but he didn't because he thought I was a man!"

My grandmother had a friend who was a transvestite, and we visited him a few times a week so I knew about such things as transvestites (a transvestite being a man who dresses like a woman but still uses male pronouns and is not taking hormones etc because he's not trying to be a woman, he just dresses like one) but beyond transvestites I didn't know anything else about the trans community.

Somehow, I got it into my head that the only way to protect myself from men like that guy who'd attacked me, was to become a transvestite like my grandmother's friend, because saying I was a man, was what saved me from the attacker. So I got to know my grandmother's friend better and found out more about the trans community through him, and next thing I know I'm binding my mega huge boobs, and going out of my way to look like a man, dressed as a woman.

That same year, my favorite person on the planet (Liberace) died. The man was a cape wearing rhinestone legend. I was devastated when he died and I immediately started dressing like him in over the top feather encrusted sequin capes and ball gowns. I went big time Liberace Drag Queen - yes at 12 years old.

My mom who made pageant dresses for little girls helped me make my first costumes. I was lucky that both my parents and my 3 brothers were all very accepting of my lifestyle right from the beginning.

I grew to absolutely hate my giant boobs, because they were just always in the way. I'm a skinny girl, and could wear tiny sizes, size 2, but these huge boobs result in I have to wear size Queenxxx (14xxx) because most women with boobs my size have boobs this big because they also have a waist and hips the same size as well. Even with binding, I couldn't mash my boobs down enough to fit in clothes that fit the rest of my tiny body. My body to boob ratio is like a Barbie dolls. :(

That was 30 years ago.

Around 1991 I discovered manga and anime and went Elf crazy.

In 2007 I made my biggest change when I (known online as fanfic writer Bride of Sesshomaru) "became" Lord Sesshomaru and started living full time, 24/7 as the legendary transvestite cartoon dog demon.

In 2012 I changed again, from Sesshomaru to Quaraun (a transvestite Moon Elf wizard from Dungeons and Dragon's SpellJammer) and whom I currently continue to live as now in 2017.

For the longest time I had a hard time fitting in with most of the trans community because not only was I a woman living as a man living as a woman, but I was also a Human living as an Elf.

People would call me a "thing" and an "it" and "that's a what not a who". It was very frustrating because I'm rarely accepted in "normal" society because my lack of normal gender identity and at the same time I'm rarely accepted in trans community because of my trans-species identity.

This year 2017, marks the 30th anniversary of my being a female Human who lives as a male Elf living as a woman. I spent most of that time hating my huge boobs and binding them and wishing they were gone. It's only been the last 2 years that I've stopped binding and come to love my boobs, because I discovered, while most cloths don't fit my body well - corsets do. OMG! small waist and big boobs are made for wearing corsets!YAY! A fashion I can wear without having to shop in extra jumbo plus sizes!

Since 2014, I've worn kimono and corsets every day, but before that I was binding every day. And as I identified as a transvestite, most people thought I was born male. Then when I started wearing corsets and suddenly had big boobs, people all of a sudden thought I had breast implant surgery to "become a woman" LOL! It was so funny, because I'd been a woman living as a man living as a woman so long, people thought I really was a man and thought I'd had surgery to become a women... when I explained, "No, I was born female," everyone was more confused then ever, because most trans people are m2f or f2m but the m2f2m and f2m2f are so rarely heard of that a lot of people don't even know us m2f2m and f2m2f s even exist!

For years I had considered having breast reduction surgery and sex reassignment surgery (adding a penis) but never did. Strange thing is, now I know longer feel any need to. Not sure why. I think over the years I've just grown comfortable with my body and have kind of excepted the fact that it is what it is.

I am what I am. I'm a female Human who lives as a male transvestite Elf living as a woman. I don't fit fluidly into any gender, and so I say OtherKin or ElvenKin and leave it at that.

A drastic change came to our lives, me and my family, however, when I stopped binding my boobs and locals suddenly assumed I was born male and had had surgery. Today as a result of my no longer binding my breasts - 2 of my cousins are dead - 1 beheaded, 1 his brains blown out with a gun by a police officer, 10 of my cats are being held hostage by an Old Orchard Beach police officer, 2 of my cats were beheaded their heads nailed to my door, a bomb blew up my house, 11 officers from the Old Orchard Beach police department filled my motorhome with feces and smashed my cats heads in... and the town of Old Orchard Beach passed an ordinance banning transgender people from living in town, working in town or even setting foot in town (from January 6 2016 to September 2, 2016).

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach, Maine, the town that has openly and publically declared me, a straight woman, "Too Gay For The Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach."

My question is why is everyone worked up over the terrorists overseas and not doing a thing about the terrorists groups here in America? Worrying about terrorists in other countries, punishing people who have nothing to do with the terrorism, doesn't do anything to stop the terrorists groups here in America, like the Ku Klux Klan, who are ACTIVELY MURDERING AND TERRORISING people in Maine. My cats were kidnapped April 10, 2015 by the kkk. To date, the heads of 2 of them have been nailed to my door, the legs and tails of 2 others also, 2 escaped with horrific injuries but found their way home, and 10 are still unaccounted for, presumed to be held hostage and the police (and now the FBI) have yet to find them (the FBI is involved because a bomb also blew up my house and a ku klux klan cross was left behind in my yard.) We are thankful 2 of them got back to us alive (though one is missing all of her teeth and most of her jaw due to having been tortured).

We are not white as you could imagine (though our skin is physically whiter then the skin of these White Power haters). The KKK has become increasingly more violent around here the past couple of years. In the past 3 years 140 families have reported 500+ pets kidnapped and murdered, all belonging to non white or LGBTQ families, with KKK crosses being left in people's yards. It's horrific that hate groups exist, and it's horrific that they see nothing wrong with torturing animals just because the pets' owners are not white. Why do such hateful people exist? (They don't stop with pets either - 4 people have been beheaded as well. It's a nightmare the things going on around here.)

It's been nearly 2 years since our cats were taken and we were not that hopeful of them still being alive. They were all senior cats, 3 of them would be 18 years old now. But last month someone left a pile of used cat litter on our door step, we assume it's a message from the kidnappers, saying our cats are still alive and more heads are to be returned soon. It gives us hope of finding them alive, but dread of more of their heads being nailed to our door at the same time. I wish we knew who was doing this so we can get our cats back before more of them are tortured to death.

But heck, this is Maine, where it's LEGAL to discriminate against transgender citizens. On January 6, 2016 Old Orchard Beach, Maine passed an ordinance banning tans and gay residents. Sheriffs forced 140 families out of their homes - not apartments - houses and farms they owned outright (I know, my family was one of them - I got the 700 page court document to prove it) from January 6, 2016 to September 2, 2016 trans families were homeless and living in their cars while they were not allowed to set foot in their own homes. I lived in my home since 1975! Not one news report would cover it, so no one outside of our town even knows it happened.

But hey, we also have Saco Shaws aka "The Transgender Murder Store" where it is okay to beat up LGBTQ shoppers with shopping carts (I have 3 ruptured discs in my spine, crippled and on a cane, because I'm trans in Maine where police say "well, what can ya do? Look how you're dressed. It's not like you weren't asking for it"- beheaded 4 of them right in the store- (one of the 4 being my cousin- it's a damned grocery store - I've shopped there since 1978, now I have to drive an hour away just to buy milk without getting beaten up with a shopping cart - I was paralized for 5 months, I'm crippled on a cane for the rest of my life now) ...

oh let's see what else? Kidnapping 500+ pets so far belonging to LGBTQ owners (10 of the kidnapped cats were mine, my brother's, and my moms') 2 of my cats have had their heads returned, nailed to my door - oh wait, there that too - a bomb blew up my house... that wasn't in the news either, but hey, head to my "Maine's Transgender Murder" series of videos and let me show you a picture of the 30 foot hole in the ground the bomb left behind, while you're there, check out the 8 foot tall ku klux klan cross standing in my yard. Think it's safe to go to the police for help? Most of the violence and brutal home invasions were done by police officers WITHOUT WARRANTS. Welcome to the REAL Maine.

I shudder to think the state of our country if 4 people being beheaded by the Ku Klux Klan doesn't make even local news, let alone national news, I think it's a terrible thing to think how White Power is allowed to get away with ACTUAL MURDER and it's not news worthy, yet, white powers are also allowed to spread hate and ban none white. Banning races from America just proves white power is on the rise in America and it's only going to get worse.

I'm glad to see people standing up for the rights of others but they aren't protesting a threat that would kill them while they protest. How many of these protesters would be willing to come here to Old Orchard Beach Maine and stand up face to face with the Ku Klux Klan, a threat that carries loaded shotguns and swords and will blow your brains out if you dared march into our town with signs and are protected by the police officers who are members of their group? All their protesting doesn't put heads back on my murdered cats.

March around the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, say no to the cat murdering KKK police officers of OOB, March around the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, say no to a gay hating code enforcement officer who put feces 3 feet deep in my motorhome. Your neighbouring residents of Old Orchard Beach need your march a lot more then people overseas who you'll never actually help. But you can help you home state. Stop the transgender murders of Maine. Stop the slaughter of LGBTQ residents pets. Stop the terrorism that is taking place, not overseas, but you in your own back yard. Open your eyes to the terrorists right here in Maine and bring peace of mind to your own neighbours, before the the KKK murders any more of us right in earshot of your own children.

Trump wants to protect us from radical terrorists. Okay. I agree with that part, but why then is he going after a threat that kills on average 11 Americans a year (immigrants) instead of the threat that kills on average 12,000 Americans a year (the KKK)? Explain that to me.

I have been transgender since February 5, 1987. I have lived in this town since August 13, 1975. It was only since they learned I was trans that the violence started. It's not right. The things these people have done are horrific - pointing out here that the white haired man in the 4-door white truck, who is the ring leader of these locals, is also the very same construction worker who tried to rape me 30 years ago resulting in my becoming transgender.

Answering Frequently Asked Questions:

Question: What is OtherKin?

It depends on who you ask, as different groups these days, give different meanings (many of them quite ridiculous). Originally it meant having a spiritual connection with mythical beings or nature spirits and is an aspect of Animistic Religious practices. Shamanism (both Mongolian and Native American types) and Voodoo practice it at part of religious devotion.

An example most people could understand is a Native American going on a spirit quest to meet their spirit guide, finding a crow, later dreaming of the crow, and then dressing in crow feathers to emulate the crow and honour the crow as their spirit guide. This is OtherKin in it's truest, purest form, uncorrupted by the insanity that is Tumblr.

Question: So, I've just discovered the otherkin community, and I feel that there are a lot of things about the community that I can relate to, but I was hoping someone could help find what I'm looking for. I know that otherkin refers to people that identify as something non-human, but I feel totally human. The reason why I'm asking these questions is merely to get some perspective, for whether I believe it's real or not, I think it's rather fascinating that people think they are/actually are other creatures in human bodies. I also just like to hear both sides of the story/debate, so that I can better formulate my own thoughts and opinions on the matter of otherkin.

No. That would be the Tumblr definition.

We are Human. We know we are Human.

We identify WITH something non-human, not AS something non-human. It's that one little word being mixed up with vs as that causes most of the misinformation about us on the internet

It means having a spiritual connection WITH mythical beings or nature spirits and is an aspect of Animistic Religious practices.

We do not BECOME something non-human. We live at one WITH something non-human.

We are NOT non-human.

We do NOT claim to be non-human.

Like any other follower of any other religious path, we strive to live a life that follows in the footsteps of something better then ourselves, as a way to better our lives and the lives of those around us.

Question: But what about the people who claim to be a dog and run around on all fours barking?

It's called Dissociative Identity Disorder, sometimes referred to as Multiple Personality Disorder. It is a person who can not tell the difference between fantasy or fiction, fact or reality. It is a mental disorder caused by a chemical imbalance to the brain and is treated with medication.

There is a vast difference between being inspired by the spirit of a dog and dressing up in furry costumes or having a dog for a familiar to better yourself as a Human (OtherKin activities) versus actually claiming you are a dog (mental health issues).

Dressing like a dog, does not make you a dog.

Being inspired by dogs, does not make you a dog.

Anyone claiming to be not Human is NOT OtherKin. That's NOT what OtherKin is about.

Any one who tells you they are OtherKin because they ARE NOT HUMAN, is NOT OtherKin and doesn't know what OtherKin actually is.

Question: What do you identify as?

I am ElfKin.

Question: You are ElfKin, so does that mean you think you are an Elf?

No. I am Human. I know I am Human. I wish I wasn't Human. I would like to be an Elf. I wear long embroidered robes, long point ears, long knee length wigs, gold claws, velvet capes, and have been dubbed by the locals as "The Gay Elf Wizard". Yes, I look like an Elf, I dress like an Elf, I act like an Elf. But I know that I am not an Elf.

I lived like this off and on throughout the 1970s and 1980s. February 5, 1987 I abandoned "Human" life/clothes/activities to make a radical change in my life to live 24/7/365 as an Elf. This week will be my 30th anniversary of doing so. I have not lived as a Human in 30 years, however, I have never at any time in those 30 years ever claimed that I was NOT a Human or that I actually WAS an Elf.

Why? Because I AM a Human. I am NOT an Elf.

I live as though I were an Elf, even though I know I am not one. I would like to be an Elf, but I know Elves are fictional creatures. I model my life after the life of an Elf, but I know that no matter how much I look, talk, dress, or act like an Elf, I will never fully become one. I know the difference between reality and fantasy.

Elves are mythical creatures of folklore, originally known as Alfar and came in three distinct "types" : Light, Grey, and Dark similar to Angels, Grigori (Fallen Angels) & Demons.

Being ElfKin means I live a lifestyle inspired by the Alfar mythology and embrace doing things an Alfar would do.

Being ElfKin does not mean you become an Elf. It means in every aspect of life you chose your actions based on "What would an Elf do?" in exactly the same way a Christian bases their actions on "What would Jesus do?" It is exactly the same thing. No different at all. Just as a Christian does not become Jesus and ElfKin does not become an Elf.

Question: Why Elves?

Unlike the Elves of popular fiction, novels, movies, and games, actual Alfars of mythology are peaceful creatures who abhore weapons, war, and violence. Their race became extinct because of their refusal to cause harm to any life, to such an extent that they would not take up arms even to defend themselves. They lived at one with plants and animals and focus their lives of bring joy, happiness, and healing to others.

ElfKin is what Christianity claims to be, except while Christian say they believe those things, their violent actions and hatemongering proves otherwise. Unlike Christians, ElfKin actually practice what they preach and live fully non-violent lives, harming none regardless of race, culture, gender, sexuality, religion, or otherwise.

Question: Why do you dress like that?

I'm a huge Liberace fan. I wear bright colours, glitter, feathers, and rhinestones because Liberace did.

Question: I suppose this is a more selective question, but how exactly can you say you are a fictional character in a human body (say, Lara Croft from Tomb Raider or Aragorn from LotR)? Is it a personality thing? I've been reading about fictionkin lately, and I'm curious; how do "doubles" work?What happens if you swear up and down that you are this particular character, but then come across someone else who claims that they are that same character?

There is no such thing as "doubles" in the sense of you actually being the character.

I lived as Lord Sesshomaru for about 9 years (if you were active in Squidoo's OtherKin circles, you probably know me as I was the admin of those groups).

One thing I think a lot of people (including many of today's FictionKin) fail to understand is you DO NOT BECOME the person, but rather you are more of their "disciple".

If you fully believe you ARE the character/animal/creature (for example Lord Sesshomaru, a demon, a fox, or a car), then you have a mental disorder, probably D.I.D., and are in need of medication. Becoming something not Human is NOT what OtherKin is.

There is a vast difference between following in the footsteps of your hero and believing you are that hero. And that's where most people outside of OtherKin get confused. OtherKin is a spiritual journey, similar to following a religious path. Originally it meant having a spiritual connection with mythical beings or nature spirits and is an aspect of Animistic Religious practices. Shamanism (both Mongolian and Native American types) and Voodoo practice it at part of religious devotion.

In my case. I am ElfKin. Does that mean I believe I am an Elf or that I was an Elf in a past life? No. Why? Because Elves are not real. I know Elves are not real. Elves are mythical creatures of folklore,.

When FictionKin enters it simple means you are embodying the spiritual path of a fictional character. And as I said, I've walked the FictionKin path myself and I know from doing it the vast amount of misconceptions, urban myths, and stereotypes there are surrounding it.

I lived as Lord Sesshomaru. A Dog Demon from a Japanese comic book and cartoon series called InuYasha. Does that mean I actually believed I WAS Lord Sesshomaru? No! Of course not! That's just silly. Lord Sesshomaru is a fictional character created by author Rumiko Takahashi. I dressed like him. Four foot long white wig, talon claws on my fingers, 14 foot long tail and all, even went and bought an authentic 200 year old wedding furisode just like he does (rather then a CosPlay costume). Why dress like him to those extremes if I did not believe I was him? Because it better puts me in the frame of mind of "What would Sesshomaru do?" And because he's gorgeous and I wanted to look like him and heck, who wouldn't want to dress like a transvestite samurai prancing around the countryside in an antique wedding dress? Not a lot of people I know.

But fact is, it takes brass balls to be a male samurai and prance around in a wedding dress...think about it. How many men are gong to head out to battle with their trusty sword and their pristine wedding dress? I know he was a fictional character who was supposed to be insane, but I got to thinking, there has to be a bigger reason why this guy is storming across Japan in a wedding dress. I mean think of the criticism a man would get if he did that in real life?

How many men do you know in real life with the balls to put on a wedding dress and walk out in public. I was like:"OMG! That takes a heck of a lot of courage and self esteem! I wonder if I have enough courage and self esteem to wear a wedding dress all day every day of my like just like Lord Sesshomaru does?"

And so I did it to see if I could. And I was scared out of my mind and wanting to run and hide, shy as heck, but I was like: "I can do this! I'm going to get over being shy! I'm going to embody the same fearless spirit as Lord Sesshomaru and dress just like he does every day - to work t school, to do my shopping, around the house... I'm going to kill every last ounce of shyness in me and do this!... And I did. For 9 years.

Does that mean I actually thought I was Sesshomaru? No! I was using him as inspiration to help me get over my poor self esteem and it worked. And THAT is what OtherKin is all about... not becoming something else, but embodying the spirit of something else in order to better yourself and the world around you.

Question: I want to make clear that I am honestly a skeptic of otherkin. HOWEVER, that doesn't mean I don't tolerate them. Heck, a good friend and -speaking honestly- a bit of a crush of mine is otherkin, (I believe she was a hellhound).

If she WAS a HellHound, then she WASN'T OtherKin. Sorry.

In spite of common urban mythology floating around (mostly on Tumblr) otherKin DOES NOT mean you are something not Human.

Also, how old was she? all 50 states in America require you to be over 18 or have a parents permission to join a religion. Yes, I did say religion.

A large part of the problem with OtherKin misconceptions is the fact that uneducated children overhear adults say things and misinterpret what is said. Retell the misinterpretation to their friends (usually via Tumblr) who further misinterpret it and change the meaning yet again. The whole process goes something like this:

ADULT while lighting candles on her wolf altar: "Blessed Mother Wolf. Guide me safely through this day."

CHLID/TEEN: "Whatcha doing mom?"

ADULT: "I am praying to my spirit guides."

CHILD/TEEN: "How come you got all these neato wolf pictures on the table?"

ADULT: "That's not a table. This is my sacred altar to Mother Wolf. I am OtherKin. I am at one with the Wolf Spirits. Mother Wolf sends her pack to protect me at work. I pray to her every morning, for her love and protection."

CHILD/TEEN ON TUMBLR: "My mom is OtherKin."

TUMBLR FRIEND: "What's OtherKin?"

CHILD/TEEN ON TUMBLR: "I don't know. I don't think my mom is Human. I think she's a wolf or something."

TUMBLR FRIEND: "Hey that sounds fun. Let's be wolves too!"

CHILD/TEEN ON TUMBLR: "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL! I'm a wolf! Let me got get some wolf ears for us. We can run around on all fours! Yay! This is fun! I am WolfKin! Yay!"

a few days later

CHILD/TEEN ON TUMBLR: "I'm bored with being a wolf, hellhounds are more exciting. Let's be hellhounds. I am HellHoundKin! Yay!"

TUMBLR FRIEND: "Okay."

a few days later

CHILD/TEEN ON TUMBLR: "Hey did you read Twilight? I am so in love with Jaboc. I don't want to be a HellHound today. Now I'm a werewolf. I am WereWolfKin! Yay!"

TUMBLR FRIEND: "I want to be Edward. I'm gonna be VampireKin. Look at me! I'm a vampire!"

Obviously that's watered down, but fact is, OtherKin is a religious practice. A spiritual path. It's a type of Animism, similar to Paganism, often practiced by Pagans, Wiccans, etc. And children and teens running around saying they ARE non-Human creatures and calling it OtherKin, is no different from a white man painting his skin black and trying to pass for an African American.

It's rude and disrespectful. It's immature children mocking a very sacred religious practices, teenagers looking to join a clique', and people with mental illnesses not getting the help they need.

OtherKin means having a spiritual connection with mythical beings or nature spirits and is an aspect of Animistic Religious practices. Shamanism (both Mongolian and Native American types) and Voodoo practice it at part of religious devotion.

An example most people could understand is a Native American going on a spirit quest to meet their spirit guide, finding a crow, later dreaming of the crow, and then dressing in crow feathers to emulate the crow and honour the crow as their spirit guide. This is OtherKin in it's truest, purest form, uncorrupted by the insanity that is Tumblr.

Question: Oh, and this is sort of a semi-serious question, so feel to ignore it, but how do you feel when a website asks you to click a little checkbox asking if you're human?

No. Never even thought of it before, so I guess I have no feelings on it either way. I probably will now though, LOL!

Question: As I have limited experience with the community, I apologize if i said something that crosses any lines, I mean this to be as unoffensive as possible.

Nope. No lines were crossed. You're fine. I'm used to a lot of bigotry and hate tossed my way. You did none of that. Not a lot of people looking for actual answers or seeking to understand how we live.

The World's Most Haunted Car
vs
The Ku Klux Klan's Loyalist White Knights
of Old Orchard Beach, Maine







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