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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If you are wondering what I am...  I am Transgender/GenderFluid & Demisexual and have identified as such since February 1987, so 2017 is my "official" 30th Anniversary of "being" transgender. I was raised in a Fundamentalist Mormon Polygamist Family (my grandfather had 2 wives, my uncle with the most wives has 5, and my aunt with the most husbands has 8.) There are multiple bi-members of my family, including one of my brothers. Growing up my best friend was a transvestite, and I had 3 other trans friends. As a teen, I was friends with a gay couple, one of whom was a transvestite, both died young, one after fallen ill, the other committing suicide weeks after his partner's death.

These things combined is why my main character, Quaraun, is also a Genderfluid Demisexual Bi-sexual Transvestite living in a polygamist relationship with 4 wives and 2 male partners.


I was hoping to get some advice about writing a bisexual character.

First bit of advice... be prepared for haters, both the anti-gay super radical religious fanatics and the pro-gay super radical fanatic social justice warriors, no matter what you write. You'll have naysayers condemning you to hell because you are too pro-gay and you'll have naysayers calling you a hater while claiming you are mocking gays, regardless of what you write.

And yes, I know I said gay and you said bi, but, it doesn't matter what part of the LGBTQ+ quilt bag you call your characters, people looking to lash hate at you are gonna just use the word gay only regardless. Sad, but true, unfortunately. I know this from experience.

I write a long running series about an older man, at the end of his life, looking back at his life. Each novel is a flashback that looks at a different time period in his life. Throughout the course of the series, he has 4 wives, fathers 8 children with them, has many affairs and many is frequently with prostitutes - these things resulting in his fathering an additional 37 children.

In spite of those facts however, the bulk of the series focuses on his rocky lover's triangle with his 2 male partners.

He is a polyamorous/polygamous/bisexual character.

He's also a transvestite. (A man who believes clothing does not have a gender and chooses to wear dresses, but is not trying to be a female, still uses male pronouns, and is NOT transgender.)

And yet...

The bulk of the emails I've gotten from readers of the series, calls him "that gay transexual".

He's neither gay nor transsexual. But does that stop people from saying my books are about "a gay man" or "a transexual". Nope.

You know what else people do?

They call the books Erotica.

Why?

Because, sadly the bulk of readers looking to read about LGBTQ characters are looking to read Erotica and can not fathom the possability that LGBTQ people exist outside of being used as a sex fetish in Erotica.

And yet, the series is Psychological Horror and is set after the suicide of his favorite lover, with him now turning to drugs and contemplating suicide himself, thus why he is thinking back to his younger life and trying to figure out what he could have done different to prevent his lover's death. (The answer is, that there was nothing he could do, as his lover was very sick and dying, infection he'd got from a cut that he didn't bother to go to the hospital for, and had not told anyone. His unexpected death, left those behind confused and blaming themselves as they were not made aware of why he killed himself.)

It's not Erotica. It's not about a gay man. It's not about a transexual, but, you Google the hate and controversy that gets written by several church leaders, about the novels and... well.... it won't take you long to realize that, people who hate gay men are willing to say anything if it means they can get some gay-bashing out there.

My point is, no matter what you write, there is always going to be a group out there that hates it and they will find your book and contact you to let you know just exactly how much they hate it. So, don't let the prospect of that happening, stop you from writing your book and your character, your way.

It doesn't matter, how much research you do, how many sensitivity readers you hire, how many LGBTQA+ people you interview... someone is always gonna find a bone to chew about your books... so just write your book. Don't waste time worrying about offending people. You can't please everyone.

Remember...

A bi-sexual person, is just a person, just like you. He has the same emotions you have. He feels love, just like you do. He feels sorrow, just like you do.

Write him as though you were writing about yourself. Write his feelings towards his lover, the same way you would write your own feelings about your lover. It doesn't matter that his lover is a different gender than you are attracted too, because in the end the emotions are still the same. Love is always love, no matter the gender of the person you love.

His lover is dead.... well, think about it this way: How would you feel if YOUR lover was dead? Write that down. The emotions he feels for his lover, they are the same emotions you feel for your lover.

Don't think of it in terms of male + male = something I know nothing about.

Instead think of it as: person, loves another person = I know how to love another person.

Once you think of them as two people, rather then two gays, you suddenly open your mind to the realization that love is always just love, no matter the gender of the people behind that love.

The only time it is different, is when you get into the mechanics of a sex scene. Then you need to learn the physical ways in which a same sex couple share their love. (TIP: in spite of what Erotic teaches you - annal sex is very rare in actual real world gay relationships, with fewer then 30% of gay men ever actually trying it, and Frontage, being actually the more common method of physical expression.) But if you are not writing sex scenes, you've no reason to worry about this side of a same sex couple's relationship.

The character in question is named Syd and is a 75 year old man, who is going through hospice care with liver cancer

Do know that right off the bat, you are going to have a hard time finding a publisher and will likely have to self-publish, and will likely have a hard time finding readers.

In 2012, I was in my garden, dong my usual garden work, when a big tour bus drives into my yard and 70 little old grannies come piling out gushing fan girl love. Me living in a rural town off the beaten path, we don't see buses often.

While the series started in 1978 and will see it's 40th anniversary in 10 months... it wasn't until that bus drove up that I realized the bulk of my readers where little old ladies in their 80s and 90s. Or that they were obnoxious enough to gather their reading club together, get on a bus and drive all the way up here to Maine to meet me (unannounced.)

Why did this happen?

While it never says their exact ages, it is understood that the main character is a man about 50 years old, and his favorite lover (the one who commit suicide) is a man about 80 years old.

Readers as a general rule, look for books about character the same age as them. Teens read teen characters, 20-somethings read 20-somethings, baby boomers reader boomers, seniors read seniors. While there are some who read anything regardless of character age, the bulk of readers, gravitate to same age as themselves characters.

With the bulk of readers being 20-somethings, the bulk of publishers will not even look at, let alone consider a book about a man in his 70s. Again, I know this from experience.

While it is refreshing to see a 75 year old LGBTQA+ character... know that authors writing senior characters is actually rather common, yet those stories don't get published because publishers simple pass up any lgbtqa+ character over 30 years old.

Another area I'm nervous about is that as the story stands, his sexuality is sort of handled as a reveal, and I'm not sure if that sucks or not.

As a reader, I'm not into the whole reveal road of plots. That doesn't mean there is anything wrong with them, it just means I'm not your target audience as a reader, because I like a different style, that's all.

I'm someone who likes to know everything up front and then see how the characters deal with the events.

Do you watch murder mystery shows? Have you ever noticed how most of them, you never know who did it until the very end? But then you watch Columbo. First thing you see is the murder plotting the murder, then you see him commit the murder. So you know who did it right from the start. In a Columbo show, you are not trying to solve who the killer is, but rather you are watching Columbo as he tries to solve the mystery, while all the while, you the viewer are screaming: "He's right there! Look it's that guy!" Columbo mysteries are far more fun to watch, because you are not relying on a reveal at the end, and you feel more involved in the story itself.

So if I was reading your story, I think I'd like it more if it started out showing Syd, thinking of David, looking at photos of him, hiding them from his caretaker... right from page 1, so that the READER knows right at the get go, that Syd is bi-sexual, and then part of the fun reading it, because seeing how long it takes the caretaker to find out and how far Syds will go to keep his secret. It gives the reader more connection to Syd, makes them feel like they have inside knowledge about Syd, that the caretaker doesn't have.

I'm well aware of the bury your gays trope, and that I'm in violation of it, but I'm hoping it can be excused in this case due to the character having led a long life and being at the tail end of his life anyway, but I don't know.

You know, I always hear about the bury your gays troup, but, I can't say as I've ever actually seen it in fiction. Could be I just don't read the books that use it.

On the other hand, tv shows and movies are full of it.

I don't think your story classifies as it either.

Whenever I think of the bury your gays trope, I think of, like the 1980s Horror movies, where you see 2 gay teens making out and then in the very next scene and axe murderer is chopping them up. It's like saying: "Look, they are gay, so god punished them by murdering their asses." Those same movies go on to kill off every character who has sex and by the end, the only character left alive is the virgin, in a very: "look, she didn't have sex, so god saved her" sort of message.

I think the bury your gays trope applies when the author is trying to spread the message: "Gay is bad, look, you die if you are gay, see, god punished them."

On the other hand, your story is dealing with real life issues of battling the death of a loved one on one hand and fighting cancer on the other hand. These are very real world issues that every person of every race, religion, gender, sexuality, ethnicity, etc, has to face. So this isn't a bury your gays trope in my mind, but rather a man dealing with shit life has thrown at him.

I never set out to write a bi character, he just kind of told me he was, so I wanted to make sure I did that part of him justice. I just wanted to get feedback on what I have as I gear up to write my first proper draft.

Like I said before, focus on his emotions. Show the reader how he feels about his lovers. Focus on the emotion, not the gender.

You don't see heterosexual relationships being written: "OMG! The horrors! I'm in love with a MAN!", yet you often see gay relationships being written: "OMG! The horrors! I'm in love with a MAN!"

You see heterosexual relationships written with a focus on the emotion the couple feels for each other. Do the same thing with any couple of any gender and you'll do fine.

the trans community generally prefer the term "transgender" to "transsexual." The latter has more history being used as a slur.

Actually, transexuals make up fewer than 3% of the transgender community.

Transexual is a very specific TYPE of transgender, which means the person has undergone sex change surgery.

To call a person who has NOT had a sex chnge opperation, a transexual, is a competly incorrect use of the word.

This is why the word transexual is often seen as a hate slur, because it is often used in a derogatory way against a transgender person who is not actually transexual.

There are more than 50 different types of transgender, and transexual is the extreme minority, making up the smallest segment of the trans community.
















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