You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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This is a very old website created in 1996, so, yes, javascript is needed for the site to work as it should. If things don't function, you may need to update javascript drivers on your device |
This site tries to be mobile friendly but it's been online since 1996, so old pages may not load right on mobile devices, and as this site has had pages added near daily for 30 years there are now over 20k pages here. |
Having started out in life as a GeoCities site, this site contains glitter, bright colours, blinkies, moving gifs, and other things the old web was known for. |
f you are here looking for aliens, ufos, demons, cryptids, haunted cars, curses, Etiole, the wild man of old orchard beach, the goldeneagle car, the white monkey, or any of that other weird bullshit, you want this video:
...and after that video, you want these ones:
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If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:
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My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.
As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.
There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.
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The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.
There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.
I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Do you know who this woman is?
On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.
She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.
Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.
The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club. |
The Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
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If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?
Video explains what else she's done ...
If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
Elderly Moon Elf Quaraun, is described as walking with a cane, dragging his lame leg as he slowly limps along. There are some scenes when he uses a walker, other scenes where he is in a wheelchair being pushed by GhoulSpawn, and many, many, many scenes of him spending the day in bed because his arthritis is acting up so bad that it hurts him to stand up act all. He wears metal gold plated gloves, which help him to use his hands. His hands are twisted, fingers badly misshaped from severe rheumatism, and the stiff metal gloves force his fingers into the proper positions, an attempt to force the twisted arthritic finger bones back into normal shape. Quaraun is the main character of the series, which focuses on the struggles of an elderly man trying to continue to live his own life. Near the end of the series, Quaraun is put in a nursing home against his will, due to his extreme inability to continue to take care of himself.Hmm.
Let's start out with a quick recap of the base story of the Quaraun series:
Elderly Moon Elf Quaraun, is described as walking with a cane, dragging his lame leg as he slowly limps along. There are some scenes when he uses a walker, other scenes where he is in a wheelchair being pushed by GhoulSpawn, and many, many, many scenes of him spending the day in bed because his arthritis is acting up so bad that it hurts him to stand up act all. He wears metal gold plated gloves, which help him to use his hands. His hands are twisted, fingers badly misshaped from severe rheumatism, and the stiff metal gloves force his fingers into the proper positions, an attempt to force the twisted arthritic finger bones back into normal shape. Quaraun is the main character of the series, which focuses on the struggles of an elderly man trying to continue to live his own life. Near the end of the series, Quaraun is put in a nursing home against his will, due to his extreme inability to continue to take care of himself. In the last stories of the set, his Alzheimer's is so bad that he can no longer remember who his husbands BoomFuzzy or GhoulSpawn are.
The Quaraun series is the Geriatric Fiction niche of Yaoi.
Yes. Yaoi has a Geriatric niche, which focuses on elderly gay couples and their struggles with being a senior citizen in a society that values youth.
Why do I start out with this?
Because, I'm going to comment (here) on a reader review of The Quaraun series.
I'm commenting because it is so painfully clear that they DID NOT read the books and are just a troll who goes from one Yaoi book to the next, shitting on the entire Yaoi genre, for no reason at all, other then they hate Yaoi. (This can be seen by looking at their review history.)
It can be proven that they did not read the book before reviwing it, by their two thousand words of raving and ranting their hatred of older women writinng about teenage boys.
Yes.
You read that correctly.
They reviewed GERIATRIC FICTION, to complain that they hate TEENAGE BOYS being sexualized.
Oh, I agree. I too hate teens and minrs being sexualized. And has a survivor of child rape, I have a bigger bone to pick with books that sexualize teen characters then most people do.
But the fact remains, they wrote a review of my Quaraun books and called my Quaraun books, books that sexualize teen boys, and, well that's just not true.
I make it a rule to not respond to reviews, good or bad, but in this case I'm going to make an exception, because what they are doing is SLANDERING my books, books they clearly did not read.
I don't usually respond to reviews. I make it rule to not read reviews. But I ran across this review at random. I don't know if it is also on Amazon or not, I found it on a readers social media profile, and THIS sort of slander, THIS type of a review NEEDS to be called out for the shutty tactic it is.
Let's delve into it shall we?
I'm not going to link to it because I also don't believe in calling out readers.
However I am going to answer the issue they bring up.
The reader was talking about BoomFuzzy (the character) and how he is described in my books.
>No, men don’t smell like wood 24/7. This gets especially weird when they write about teenage boys. "He smelled of cinnamon, cloves, and an autumn day." No, he smelled like Axe body spray, and that's if you're lucky. Axe, nut because he wanked 20 minutes ago, and mountain dew soda…
The review was much longer and very ranting, and opinionated, and that's fine. I don't expect people to like my work. I am well aware how much cringe there is in my writing
And I am equally well aware the writing is bad, the grammar (which is Scottish English grammar, by the way) is very bad in the eyes of American readers who are largely unaware of the existence of things like UK English, Canadian English, Irish English, or Scottish English, which yes, are all real languages, and yes, have different grammar rules than Americans are used to seeing.
Plus, this the is Yaoi genre and the characters are anthropomorphic animals (Quaraun is a female Immortal JellyFish transformed into a male Elf, BoomFuzzy is a Unicorn/Shetland Pony transformed into an Unseelie Court Faerie, and GhoulSpawn is a Cotswold Ram Sheep transformed into a Demon) and they have cloven hooves, fluffy tails, long floppy or pointed ears, claws, talons, and tentacles, so should not be expected to look, act, behave, or smell like real men, because they are NOT HUMAN and therefore are NOT men at all.
Yaoi, a sub genre of Hentia, is extreme Fantasy that makes no attempt at realism. And because of this, trying to say “but real men don’t…” really does not apply here because these are NOT MEN to begin with.
The review was calling out all of these factors, and, was largely focused on how evil the Yaoi genre is because women don't shit about male anatomy. And it was a LONG review, well over two thousand words long, yes, the length of a short story itself. And, I actually agree with a lot of what they were saying, and most of it was quite valid points.
But also I have no intention of getting into an argument with one of my readers. Their opinions are quite valid and they made a lot of good critical feedback points. Overall it was a really good review, even though they intended it as a bad review and used my books as an example of “why straight women should not write gay men”.
And so I'm not going to go line by line through their review, commenting on each thing, because I believe they are fully entitled to their opinions and I don't believe authors should comment on reader reviews.
The REASON I decided to comment about this review is, the lines quoted above. And I'll quote them again.
>No, men don’t smell like wood 24/7. This gets especially weird when they write about teenage boys. "He smelled of cinnamon, cloves, and an autumn day." No, he smelled like Axe body spray, and that's if you're lucky. Axe, nut because he wanked 20 minutes ago, and mountain dew soda…
I want to draw attention to one line in particular:
>This gets especially weird when they write about teenage boys.
Uhm.
Raise your hand if you see what's wrong with this line.
Here it is again:
>This gets especially weird when they write about teenage boys.
Uhm… do you see what is wrong now?
I'm sorry but, I have published 138 novels, 423 novellas, and more than 2,000 short stories since 1978, and guess what?
I HAVE NEVER ONCE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE EVER WRITTEN A TEENAGE BOY!
So, this one line:
>This gets especially weird when they write about teenage boys.
…makes their entire review of my books highly suspicious, and leads me to ask: DID THEY IN FACT ACTUALLY READ my books or are they running on wild ASSUMPTIONS about what they THINK my books are about?
My Quaraun books fall into the Gereatric Erotica Fetish.
Geriatric.
Do you know what geriatric means?
Geriatric refers to the branch of medicine or healthcare focused on the care of elderly individuals, typically those aged 65 and older. It can also be used as an adjective to describe things related to old age or the elderly population.
The term "Geriatric Literature" refers to literature that specifically addresses the experiences, challenges, or themes related to elderly characters or the aging process. It encompasses works that explore the perspectives, narratives, and issues unique to older individuals, specifically the elderly and senior citizens.
If you are going to review a book, lambating it because you hate teenage characters, you should at least first read the book to make sure it actually has teenaged characters in it. This book is Geriatric Literature, about an elderly couple struggling with depression from failing health due to old age. There ain't a single teenager in the entire book.
You make yourself look foolish, when you are so wound up with hatred from a thing, that you run around blasting everything you THINK might be that thing, without first checking if it actually is the thing you hate. In their review of this book, they made a total fool of themselves and proved they never read the book at all and are just a troll looking for something to hate on for the pure sake of hating on something.
THIS is why I never trust any reviews that I see on books these days.
Fake reviews like this are an increasingly big problem, especially on Amazon. It has reached the point where you simply can not trust a review on Amazon to be real anymore, as fake reviews like this one are everywhere. Not just on books. I go to read the reviews on dog treats, and the reviews are flooded with fake reviews clearly written by ChatGPT.
Far too many people leave reviews on things they never tried or never read. It's become cool to leave hate reviews on everything you see, making ALL reviews meaningless, because you can trust no review to be real anymore.
The Quaraun books are Geriatric Literature.
The Quaraun books focus on the perspectives, narratives, and issues unique to older individuals, specifically the elderly and senior citizens.
The three main characters, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn, are all elderly.
GhoulSpawn, the youngest of the trio is 65 years old in early scenes and over 500 years old in later scenes. He is described as looking like an old hippie who forgot the 1970s ended decades ago.
Quaraun is 750 years old and suffers from arthritis, cataleptic seizures, heart trouble, fainting spells, crippled hands, a lame leg, and walks with a cane in most scenes, but a walker in some scenes, and uses a wheelchair in a few scenes. It states that he looks like an 80 year old Human but wears drag queen levels of heavy makeup to try to hide the wrinkles and make himself look younger.
BoomFuzzy is a two thousand year old Lich Unicorn, who is deteriorating into a skeletal corpse. It states that he looks like a 90 year old Human corpse, and uses psionic illusions to trick people into seeing him as looking younger.
And it's not a case of “magical immortals who look and act like teenages for enterity”. No. These are elderly men with elderly health issues, and they look old.
The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun and BoomFuzzy the Unicorn (horse form) |
The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun and BoomFuzzy the Unicorn (humanoid form) |
The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun and GhoulSpawn the Sheep (humanoid form) |
So, please explain to me this part of their review?
>This gets especially weird when they write about teenage boys.
I have NEVER written a teenage boy. EVER.
And yet their review goes on to talk about several teenage boys being in my books.
Uhm…what?
Where in the heck are they finding these supposed teenage boys in my books?
What the heck are they even talking about?
Did they somehow mix up my books with someone else's books?
Remarkably, there is not a single teenager featured in the entire storyline.
But then, in the say line they also say this:
>No, men don’t smell like wood 24/7. This gets especially weird when they write about teenage boys. "He smelled of cinnamon, cloves, and an autumn day.”
Yes. Yes. I DID say: "He smelled of cinnamon, cloves, and an autumn day.” I did in fact write that. This reviewer is in fact correctly quoting a line from my book. This IS a thing that Quaraun said to his friend BeLuna, the day after he met BoomFuzzy, and was how Quaraun was describing BoomFuzzy.
I said it in this book right here:
So, yes, I DID say that BoomFuzzy "smelled of cinnamon, cloves, and an autumn day.”.. but BoomFuzzy is most certainly NOT a teenage boy and neither is Quaraun.
These are two ELDERLY MEN.
The few pages before and after, make more descriptions, including to state that BoomFuzzy is blind from old age, his ebony eyes turned silver, clouded by cataracts, and to state that Quaraun suffered from arthritis and BoomFuzzy had empathized with Quaraun's joint issues because he too suffered aches and pains from old age affecting his joints.
In Geriatric Literature, the narrative delves into the health and emotional struggles faced by elderly characters, offering a poignant reflection on the realities of growing older. THAT is what the Quaraun books are about. An elderly gay couple struggling with growing older.
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The line they are specifically quoting is describing BoomFuzzy's hair.
"He smelled of cinnamon, cloves, and an autumn day.” Is followed by BeLuna asking WHY he smelled like cinnamon and cloves. To which Quaraun explains that BoomFuzzy (an elderly black man), has long grey dreadlocks, and washed his dreadlocks in a mixture of anise oil, sandalwood oil, patchouli oil, clove oil, and cinnamon oil, mixed with Shea butter and coconut oil, then powdered with dry cloves and cinnamon powder, a REAL THING that REAL BLACK MEN who have NATURAL RASAFA DREADLOCKS actually do to their hair.
I am part black, my grandmother (my mother's mother) was half black, her father a black man from Haiti. My great grandfather (my father's grandfather) was a black man from the Chimbu tribe in the Sepik River Valley of Papua New Guinea. And while my skin is light enough that I could pass for white, my hair is thick, chimpy strands that turn to dreadlocks if I go even a couple of hours between brushing my hair.
At the time I wrote the novel BoomFuzzy (where this line is quoted from) I had 48” long dreadlocks, dreadlocks I had been growing for 13 years, dreadlocks that were below my knees and close to reaching my ankles. Dreadlocks, that weighed well over 50lbs when wet, meaning they could not be washed in water and had to be washed with a mixture of anise oil, sandalwood oil, patchouli oil, clove oil, and cinnamon oil, mixed with Shea butter and coconut oil, then powdered with dry cloves and cinnamon powder. This is done to keep things like mold and lice out of your hair, things that are very horrible problems if you DO NOT treat your dreadlocks with a mixture of anise oil, clove oil, and cinnamon oil, at least once a week.
And so yes, a man with rasafa dreadlocks DOES in fact smell like cinnamon and cloves.
And, SPOILERS... BoomFuzzy is ALIVE AND NOT YET A LICH in the novel BoomFuzzy.
The novel BoomFuzzy END with BoomFuzzy committing suicide.
Yeah.
This is THAT book.
The entire plot of the novel BoomFuzzy revolves around an elderly chef who has gone blind, and is struggling with failing health. Right from the start of the book, he is introduced as severely depressed and suicidal, stating he's already attempted suicide multiple times. Meeting Quaraun, stops BoomFuzzy from killing himself, and the story follows the thirty year period of them living together, and seemingly BoomFuzzy's obsession with his advanced age subsides, leading Quaraun to believe BoomFuzzy is no longer suicidal. Quaraun leaves BoomFuzzy, to return to his father's house and try to patch things up with his elderly, dying father,. Quaraun plans to go right back to BoomFuzzy that same day, but things go bad with his father and Quaraun ends up there for weeks, and forgets that he forgot to tell Boomuzzy where he went. Quaraun has early stages of alzheimer's and he forgets a lot of things.
BoomFuzzy, weeks alone, without Quaraun, falls back into his fit of suicidal depression and starts trying to kill himself again. Without Quaraun with him to keep him company, the old chef feels alone, abandoned, and left behind. thinking he is left behind because he is too old for anyone to care about him.
Quaraun returns to BoomFuzzy - too late. Quaraun finds BoomFuzzy still alive, but has taken a poison that has already corroded his integral organs, andBoomFuzzy dies drowning in his own blood, with Quaraun holding him, helpless to save him.
Quaraun, realizing that if he had not forgotten to tell BoomFuzzy where he was going, BoomFuzzy would still be alive, now suffers massive guilt, feeling that it was his own faling memory from old age, that caused BoomFuzzy's death.
Desperate to make things right, the books end with Quaraun turning to Necromancey to resurect BoomFuzzy as a Lich, which has desasterous results, as Quaraun learns, BoomFuzzy really did not want to be brought back to life, and now as a Lich, he can't die.
EVERY book following this one, features scenes of BoomFuzzy attemping suicide over and over again, desperate to escape the eternal old age he is now trapped in as a Lich.
Yeah, this novel that the reviewer is claiming is about teen boys, is ACTUALLY about a depressed elderly man dealing with suicidal thoughts brought on by his fears that no one loves him anymore because he got too old.
The ENTIRE STORY is about an elderly man trying to stop another elderly man from killing himself.
The prevalence of critiques based on assumptions rather than genuine engagement has created a climate where readers are increasingly skeptical of the authenticity of reviews, diminishing the value of such assessments in guiding informed choices.
In geriatric literature, the narrative not only addresses the physical aspects of aging but also delves into the emotional toll, particularly the struggles with depression that elderly characters may face. And that is what this book is about, and it's not possible to read the novel BoomFuzzy and come away thinking either of the characters is a teenager.
But also…
…this same scene also shows Quaraun (an elderly Moon Elf) and BeLuna (a green skinned, pink haired Orchid Gnome) sitting on a candy rock, in front of a life-sized gingerbread house, watching a lich apricot tree eat a rabbit that it just caught, while BoomFuzzy, a master chef who specializes in fancy gingerbread cakes, bakes a batch of gingerbread loaf cakes, that he is using for bricks to build his gingerbread house with.
The old blind Unicorn is described his hair, skin, and clothing being covered in ginger, cinnamon, and clove powder, as a side effect baking gingerbread all day, and states that every move he made, caused a flurry of cinnamon powder to float through the air around him.
This is NOT scene of some teenage boy randomly walking into a room and another teenage boy randomly says the first one smells like cinnamon and cloves for no reason at all.
This is a scene of an elderly man, making his way to a local bakery, to watch the elderly masterchef, baking gingerbread cakes, and commenting on the fact that the chef is using too much cinnamon and cloves in his cakes.
Quaraun outright tells BeLuna that BoomFuzzy is using way too much cinnamon and cloves, because the heady smell of the spices are overpowering, making him dizzy, and Quaraun states he fears he will pass out from the overpowering smell of the cloves.
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The threat of aging is a central theme in Geriatric Fiction, capturing the fears and uncertainties that elderly characters grapple with in a culture that often marginalizes the elderly.
Quaraun is elderly.
BoomFuzzy is elderly.
The novel BoomFuzzy is about two old men, facing the reality of their own lack of much time left. Them facing the fears of growing old.
Quaraun has cataleptic seizures, which can be triggered by strong fragrances, a common problem for elderly people with heart disease and COPD, and so Quaraun is voicing some very real health concerns over the fact that BoomFuzzy's overpowering use of way too much cinnamon and cloves, could cause Quaraun to have a life threatening seizure.
The scene shows Quaraun and BeLuna, outside the gingerbread, sitting on a rock made of candy, in the shade of old growth pine trees, that are getting up and walking around. The giant monster pine trees as they stomp around the gingerbread house, are dropping pine needles and pine cones, raining down around Quaraun, with each step each tree takes, filling the air with the heady scent of pine.
And yet, they railed on and on and on and on for another two hundred words of ranting about teen boys smelling like "jizz and cum and Axe" and how "no teen boy sweats cinnamon or clove"... uhm... what?
It's like they took that one line out of my book, and never read the scene the sentence came out of, because they are super duper mega pissed over BoomFuzzy, a chef who was making gingerbread cakes in his bakery shop, in that scene, smelling like the ingredients he was using to bake the cake.
Plus, elderly blind man, baking cakes, while the main character, another elderly man, marvels over how a blind man can be a chef, wondering how he doesn't mix up ingredients.
And giant Ent monster pine trees stomping around the bakery, are what smells like pine sawdust (it says sawdust not wood, and is talking about actual PINE TREES, not a character).
It's just so weird, how they took this scene and saw something completely different than what was written.
They are so full of hate for teen characters that they WANTED to see teen characters, so they HALLUCINATED teen characters into a place where no teen characters existed at all.
They saw what THEY WANTED TO SEE, instead of what ws ACTUALLY THERE.
Full blown lack of reading comprehension on some pretty severe levels.
And so, with that context, let's look at what the reviewer said again:
>No, men don’t smell like wood 24/7. This gets especially weird when they write about teenage boys. "He smelled of cinnamon, cloves, and an autumn day." No, he smelled like Axe body spray, and that's if you're lucky. Axe, nut because he wanked 20 minutes ago, and mountain dew soda…
So, you can see why I question DID they ACTUALLY READ the novel BoomFuzzy or did they skim through it, see that one line, jump to false conclusions and inaccurate assumptions and write their review without ever actually reading the book at all?
Geriatric Fiction serves as a platform for discussions on the challenges of aging, inviting readers to empathize with the characters as they confront issues of health, freedom, and societal perceptions. It's stories about old men, facing the terror of their own impending deaths. Where are these teenaged boys that the reviewer claims are in this book?
I don't mind critical reviews that point out actual issues with my writing. They help me see flaws and improve my writing. But this is a case of someone seeing things that I never even wrote to begin with.
The portrayal of aging in Geriatric Fiction extends beyond the individual's experience, shedding light on societal attitudes and expectations that impact how the elderly are perceived. This book that they were reviewing, is about elderly men, terrified of dying of old age and contemplating ending their own lives in their own time, by their own rules, so they don't have to face the horrors of death from old age.
Where do you find teen boys in that?
But, wait, there's more.
The series is set in the 40th century far future of Earth, after a comet hit the moon, 90% of all life and cities have been destroyed, and the world is now an ice age, with people living pre historic style gatherer hunter cavemen lifestyles in the massive global wide polar vortex that has frozen the entire planet.
The people grow everything, make everything, in a very pre-Medieval style.
Sooo…
>No, he smelled like Axe body spray, and that's if you're lucky. Axe, nut because he wanked 20 minutes ago, and mountain dew soda…
Uhm… please explain to me WHERE ice age, prehistoric, pre-Medieval elderly men are supposed to gain access to body spray or soda?
I'm waiting.
Quaraun is stated to smelling like the overpowering smell of Rose Perfume because he is incredibly self conscious of body odor, and so he goes overboard in drenching himself, his hair, and his clothing in Rose perfume that he makes. There are scenes of him making it.
GhoulSpawn is state to smelling like a sheep.
A strong odor of musk to him. And near every character they encounter comments on it. Not in a good way either. The trio is often told to leave restaurants and taverns, because of GhoulSpawn's scent. He smells like a sheep.
Have you ever smelled a sheep? They don't smell good.
Sheep smell BAD.
Musk is NOT a good scent.
Male sheep have musk glands and excrete a strong oil down their legs as they walk. And it's not a good smell.
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GhoulSpawn is described as this being a serious problem for him, because people are turned off by his strong natural odor and is often not allowed to participate in social activities because people simply can not tolerate the smell of him.
But also:
>No, he smelled like …., nut because he wanked 20 minutes ago…
Uhm... they followed this by a list of links to a bunch of "teen boy health" medical websites on studies of masterbation habits of teens. Uhm. Yow! This reviewer has so mega, big time obsession with studying teen boys masterbating BIG TIME, which is WHY I've decided NOT to link to their review. I do not want my site being associated with the weird obsession this reviewer has, with, uhm... minors.
I mean, they are raving and ranting, for wel over two THOUSAND words on a LOT of disturbingly graphicly detailed hows and whys... yikes! This reviewer, who CLAIMS to hate Yaoi, stating that Yaoi is nothing but older women sexualizing teen boys, this reviewer has an alarming BIG obsession with sexualizing teen boys, to the point that, it is painfully obvious they have a deeply disturbing lust for minors. DEEPLY disturbing. And like I said, THAT is why I do not like that they are trying to drag my book into their sick pedo-fetish.
Yes, my books feature male characters doing overly sexual things, but they are elderly men.
But, it sounds to me, like they are upset that they found a Yaoi book with elderly men in it and had themselves a meltdown because they couldn't jerk off to elderly men, so they had to rave and rant, but then they couldn't say they were obsessing over minors so they wrote this weird ass review instead... it's just so weird.
Geriatric Literature is a genre centered around the experiences of elderly characters dealing with the challenges of aging. In this specific book, the narrative unfolds around an elderly couple grappling with the emotional strain of declining health in their senior years. Notably, there is no trace of teenage characters throughout the entire storyline. The reviewer's hastiness in condemning the book without accurate verification not only reveals a lack of thorough examination but also portrays them as impulsive and ill-informed. This tendency to critique anything resembling the perceived target of disdain without proper substantiation contributes to the broader issue of unreliable book reviews.
But also... they said they were upset that this character does NOT smell of cum and DOES NOT masterbate.
Uhm... dear long time fans, I encourage you to roll on the floor laughing your asses off along with me. They's do be talking about BoomFuzzy here, a character who is masterbating in a good 90% of the scenes he's in.
This guy:


You know, the king of masterbation, who thinks everybody should masterbate a dozen times a day.
HIM.
They're talking about HIM.
Yeaaaaaah...
Yes.
BoomFuzzy DOES smell like semen and cum.
And it SAYS THIS. There are well over a dozen scenes in the novel BoomFuzzy of the character BoomFuzzy masterbating, including a scene of him teaching Quaraun how to masterbate when he discovers Quaraun has never masterbated before. Which is immediately followed by a scene of Quaraun's father having a meltdown, when Quaraun enters the house and Quaraun's father smells cum on Quaraun.
Yeah.
There are SEVERAL scenes in that one novel, describing the smell of cum on either Quaraun or BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy described as deliberately not washing because he likes the smell of cum, and Quaraun described as not washing because, he has alzheimers and forgot to clean himself.
But, yeah…
If you are going to critique something, PLEASE make sure the author ACTUALLY WROTE the thing you are complaining about, because otherwise you just come off looking like the ass you are.
I don't mind when readers point out flaws in my writing, because it helps me to write better in the future, but, readers babbling bitchiness about a thing that I didn't even write is another issue entirely!
This is a case of the reader ACTIVELY IGNORING what I ACTUALLY wrote.
This reader is outright HALLUCINATING. They are seeing teen boys in places where teen boys do not exist. It's nothing but old men, doing old men things, and having lots of old men health issues, like erectile dysfunctions, which is what leads to the scene of "let's shove candy canes up our dick holes so we can get our floppy penises stiff, in spite of our erectile dysfunction." Good god! This is the fucking candy cane scene book they are talking about here! LOL!
They, in their own mind IMAGINED WHAT THEY THOUGHT I wrote, jumped to a bunch of false conclusions and made a total ass of themselves by proving that THEY DID NOT READ THE BOOK.
Had they ACTUALLY READ the book, they would know that there are no teenagers at all, let alone teenage boys. How the hell did you read a book I wrote and think you saw teenage boys in it? Elderly men with a lot of geriatric health issues, health issues that are front and center of every scene on every page of a 758 page novel!
Had they ACTUALLY READ the book, they would know that the character was a gingerbread chef, baking gingerbread cakes, and did not just smell like cinnamon and cloves at random. An ELDERLY gingerbread chef.
Had they ACTUALLY READ the book, they would know that yeah, the characters WERE in fact described as smelling like cum from masterbating. Which, also, I really think it is weird that they went on for WELL OVER FIVE HUNDRED WORDS on detailed hows and why's of why older women should strive to write teen boys accurately by including descriptions of the smell of cum. I'm sorry, what? You HATE older women writing sexual scenes of teen boys but you WANT older women to write accurate descriptions of the smell of cum? You DO realize your fetish for sexuallizing teen boys is showing in that part of your review, right? But, also, you bitched that there were no scenes of them smelling like cum, when in fact, that is a MAJOR part of the plot. Yeah. The whole hanging tree segment which goes on for more than thirty pages, is fully focused on the fact that Quaraun's father dragged Quaraun through the streets, while stripping him naked and humiliating him, by telling everyone in the village that Quaraun smelled like cum. BOY did you ever NOT read the book, BIG TIME! LOL!
Had they ACTUALLY READ the book, they would know that there are no body sprays or soda in this ice age prehistoric society. It outright states that they are living like it was 800BC. It says that several times in that novel. You'd have known that had you read it.
Had they ACTUALLY READ the book, they would know that this statement is utterly and ridiculously ludacris, because of how much it has nothing to do with my book at all.
>No, men don’t smell like wood 24/7. This gets especially weird when they write about teenage boys. "He smelled of cinnamon, cloves, and an autumn day." No, he smelled like Axe body spray, and that's if you're lucky. Axe, nut because he wanked 20 minutes ago, and mountain dew soda…
Honey, YOU are the one writing about teen boys wanking, NOT me. Go back and re-read your review, LOL!
Here's a tip: there is a thing called reading comprehension and paying attention. They are good things to have if you plan on being a reader who writes book reviews.
Give my books as much bad feedback as you want, but don't running around claiming I wrote things or said things or did things that I never wrote, never said, and never did, because guess what: I can take you to court for slander over it.
The prevalence of unfounded FAKE negative reviews has eroded trust in the authenticity of feedback, making it challenging to discern genuine critiques from mere expressions of baseless animosity.
I deeply dislike it when people run around making false accusations about me and saying I did something that I never did.
And the fact remains: I don't right about teenagers and I never have, and if you want to bitch about teenage characters, honey, you might want to take a look in the mirror.
YOU are the one who saw teenagers in places, where there were ZERO teenagers.
YOU not me, are the one thinking dirty, lewd sexual thought about minors.
And that's what the review was bitching about.
The review was upset that a grown woman was writing sexual things about underage teenage boys.
And the fact remains, there isn't a single character under the age of 65 in the series. GhoulSpawn is the youngest character and he is 65 years old.
It's called the Geriatric Fetish aka Geriatric Erotica for a REASON. Because it fetishes elderly, senior citizen men.
You are really reaching, grasping at straws here, calling MY characters teenage boys. And you ought to be ashamed of yourself.
You know what it looks like to me?
It looks like they say that the book was Yaoi. Grabbed it at random, opened it to a random page, pulled out one random line, then had themselves a mega rant about something not related to the book at all, because they haven't got a clue what the Yaoi genre even is, and they are so busy listing after teen boys themselves, that they couldn't even imagine that Yaoi had a Gereatric Erotica niche.
They were so ready to lash out at ANY Yaoi book, that they could not even be bothered to make sure the book they were raving and ranting about, even contained the things they were complaining about at all.
Here's a tip for other book reviewers:
Make sure you ACTUALLY READ the book you are reviewing, so you don't make the same mistake this idiot did, and attribute things to the book, that are not in the book at all.
The reviewer inadvertently exposes their lack of due diligence, appearing rather uninformed as they unleash criticism based on assumptions rather than facts. This tendency to condemn anything remotely resembling the perceived source of disdain without proper verification diminishes the credibility of their review.
Remember: read the book so you don't make a fool of yourself by writing a review that calls sickly elderly men teenaged boys.
Geriatric Fiction: Literature About Elderly Characters aka Yet another look at readers who see things I did not write
Geriatric Fiction: Literature About Elderly Characters aka Yet another look at readers who see things I did not write
This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
All Rights Reserved.
Note: English is not my first language, Shetlean Scottish is my native language, there are likly spelling and grammar errors, as I do not know American English and am attempting to write it by sounding words out.
Many times that Americans think a word on my site is misspelled, often it is not misspelled, it is just I mixed up languages and wrote it in Scottish without realizing I mixed the Scottish in with the English. Also our grammar is somewhat reversed from English grammar so words that are seeming in the wrong order for American English, is usually because they are in the correct order for Scottish and I either put English words in Scottish order by mistake or was unaware English put them in a different order then Scottish does.
For those unaware, Scottish Shetlean looks like this:
American English to Scottish:
a bit (piece) = a party --- EXAMPLE: "And some know a bit of Latin " > "And somme kan of latyn a party "
a long distance from = A piece fae
a piece of = the bit --- EXAMPLE: "The duck ate a piece of bread " > "The deuk ett the bit breid "
about the banks (on the shore/at the beach) = aboot da banks
accomplishments = kunnandi
After = Back o --- EXAMPLE: " After Halloween" > "Back o Hallomas "
alive (living) = kvikr
Always on the move = Never aff o da go
am I not = amn't I --- EXAMPLE: "Am I not invited? " > "I amn't invited? or Amn't I invited?"
are = is --- EXAMPLE: "Are you going soon?" > "Is ya to be going soon?"
autumn = dah haihst
belong to = fylgja
best = bettah moost
betray (verb) = svíkja
bewildered = villhyggjandi
building = biggin up --- EXAMPLE: "building confidence in everyday use " > " biggin up confidence in ivvryday øs "
built = builded --- EXAMPLE: "He built a new porch." > "Hims builded a new porch."
cast a spell = hoodooed
cat = kat (sounds like "caught") --- EXAMPLE: "Is it an orange cat?" > "Be he a o'jinn kat?"
child = bairn
church = kirk
color = colour
danger = hœttr
daren't = darena
daring = djarfr
dark = dökk
dark elf = Dökkálfr
dark-elves = Døkkálfar
darker = dökká
do you agree = ,eh? --- EXAMPLE: "That's a fine looking woman, do you agree?" > "Dair's ah right bonnie lass, eh?"
do you want to come too = ,eh? --- EXAMPLE: "I'm going to the store, do you want to come with me?" > "Me go to shope, eh?"
each = eche --- EXAMPLE: "Which each person can understand " > "That kan eche man understonde "
educated = lered --- EXAMPLE: "Both among the educated and the uneducated " > "As wel among lered as lewed "
elf = Alfr
Elf = Álfr
Elf Home = Álfheimr
Elf World = Álfheimr
elf-advice = Ælfred
elf-beautiful = ælfscyne
elf-friend = Ælfwine
elf-guardian (female) = Ælfwaru
elf-guardian (male) = Ælfweard
elf-powerful = Ælfric
everyday = ivvryday
eyelids = eye ledes --- EXAMPLE: "He closed his eyelids." > "Hims did shut hims eye ledes"
fair = faire --- EXAMPLE: "Going to the fair." > "Done gone went to the faire."
feild = felde --- EXAMPLE: "Standing in the feild." > "Stoodt in thems felde."
further = ferther --- EXAMPLE: "I looked further." > "I dids lokid ferther."
green = grene --- EXAMPLE: "Look at the green hedges and woods." > "Look see at thems heigges and holtz so grene."
handsome = braw --- EXAMPLE: "He is very handsome " > "Him wicked braw "
have faith = trúa
Have no doubts about our doing it = Nae faer o wis
Have no liking for this. = Hae nae brou o this.
have not = ain't
He knows how many beans make five. = He kens the laid frae the croun o the causey.
He knows which side his bread is buttered on. = He kens whilk side his bannock's buttert on.
Head for = Mak wye for
head rope in fishing nets and lines = baak
head to head = Be at the knag and the widdie
horse fly = klegsie
I = Me
I Think = Me thinks --- EXAMPLE: "I think we're late. " > "Me thinks that we is late. "
I wish you well for the future = Lang may yer lum reek (translation: Long may your chimney smoke)
idiot = eejit --- EXAMPLE: "You idiot." > "Ya eejit."
idiot = numpty
if = iffy or yif--- EXAMPLE: "If you don't mind..." > "Iffy yas does no care mind...."; "If you'll stay with me long enough = "Yif ye so longe with me wil dwelle". "
I'll be even with you = A'll see day aboot wi ye
know = ken
looked = lokid
looked = lokid --- EXAMPLE: "I looked up." > "I lifte up me eye ledes and lokid ferther."
magic = hoodoo
naked = nøkkviðr
needle = bodkin
neither = nouther --- EXAMPLE: "Who know neither Latin nor French " > "That kan nouther latyn ne frensch "
No = Nay --- EXAMPLE: "No, I don't think so. " > "Nay, me thinks not. "
Nobody knew = not-knew nobody
Noontide = Da heicht o da day
NOTE: Extra words are often added. --- EXAMPLE: "Did you meet the new family next door?" > "Dids ya gets a chance to stop by and meets with thems new folk that move-ed in down yawn there next doors to ya, eh?"
NOTE: Extra words are often added. --- EXAMPLE: "He went to Rite-Aid to pick up his prescription" > "Hims did go to that yawn there new fangled store the new folks call that Rite Aid place, to gets himself some of thems there pills what the doctor gone and tells him to take each morning, a-yep, hims did."
old = olde --- EXAMPLE: "But educated and uneducated, old and young " > "Bot lered and lewed olde and yonge "
orange = o'jinn
out = oot --- EXAMPLE: "The cat wants to go out." > "The kat he do wants oot."
outside = oot dair
people = fokk --- EXAMPLE: "the people of Shetland " > "Shetland fokk "
people = folke --- EXAMPLE: "Look at all those people." > "Lookie at all thems folke."
poorly = febelly --- EXAMPLE: "Who know French very poorly " > "That kan frensch ful febelly "
Recognising = Recognisin --- EXAMPLE: "Recognising the bilingual nature of Shaetlan speakers " > "Recognisin da wye at Shaetlan spaekers is bilingual "
shield = skjoldr
Since = For --- EXAMPLE: "Since that is your native language " > "For that is youre kynde langage "
tell = telle --- EXAMPLE: "I'll tell you in English " > "In englysch tonge I schal you telle "
the = da, de, or is not used at all --- EXAMPLE: "I went to the store" > "Me goes to da shoppe" or "Me goes to da shoppe" or "Me goes to shoppe"
them = dem, dem dair --- EXAMPLE: "I went with them" > "Me goes wit dem dair"
there = dair --- EXAMPLE: "I want those potatoes" > "Me be wanting dem dair tatetas."
they = dey
To where = whither --- EXAMPLE: ""Where you go, I will go." " > ""Whither thou goest, I'll go."
understand = understonde
understand = understonden --- EXAMPLE: "Some understand English " > "And somme understonden englysch "
very = wicked --- EXAMPLE: "very good" > "wicked good"; "very bad" > "wicked bad"; "very cold" > "wicked cold"
Where = Whither --- EXAMPLE: "Where is the restroom? " > "Whither is the privy?"
Yes = Yea or Aye --- EXAMPLE: "Yes, I think so. " > "Yea, me thinks so. " or "Aye, me thinks so. "
For anyone actually interested in learning my native language, the Scottish government has THIS listed as the official dictionary of our people: https://static1.squarespace.com/static/61d7352954b7fd1c9dbdfef4/t/65ddb2749d5e0541a01009c0/1709027964496/Spaektionary_2024feb.pdf
The Scottish government provides this document to show our language in use: https://www.shetland.uhi.ac.uk/t4-media/one-web/uhi-shetland-images-and-documents/documents-/shaetlan/Shaetlan-Language-Plan-2022-Shaetlan.pdf
More information about our language can be found on this website: https://www.iheardee.com which is written in my native language.
However, there is also other reasons why words might be misspelled, or why I might not understand someone when they speak to me.
My grandmother Helen Ricker Allen, was from Unst, Shetland, Scotland, and she the one who raised me. She taught me to read and write, but it was Shetlain that she taught me. She died when I was 8 years old, and I was locked in a woodshed after her furneral, I escaped the woodshed 27 years later at age 31, and have been trying to learn how to speak and write English since then.
It is a very great struggle.
At age 37 I took remidial reading and speaking classes at Southern Maine Community College, but we are Gypsies and Gypsy men do not allow us Gypsy women to have education, and so, while at college, on November 14, 2013, I was beaten with a golf club, while I was 8 months pregnet, breaking my spine, hips, and knees, killing my baby and leaving me quardepaleic since.
Now my primary focus these past 13 years has been on relearning to use my hand so I could type... as of 2023, I have regained the use of my right thumb, and first two right fingers, and after 10 years offline, I am back online due to I can use three finguers.
I never went to school, so I do not know maths and numbers and sciences, and I do not know what else would have been taught to me in school. We are Scottish Gypsies and Gypsy culture does not allow females to go to school. Being born female was already a great sin, but my grandmother took great risk in teaching me reading and writing. At 4 years old I was punished by my Uncle Bruce for knowing how to read, by being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick, that broke my right jaw and left me with garbaled near-mute spoken words ever since.
Because no one ever spoke words to be face to face from he time I was 8 years old until I was 37 years old (I escaped the room at age 27, but did not start college until 37), I have no training in how to vocally sound out or speak the words I write or read. I can read words, but I do not know how to sound out or say those words. I can write words, but I do not know how to match the written word against the spoken word. I struggle to associate spoken words at all, or make them match up with writen words.
Esentially, written words and spoken words are two completly seperate languages in my brain, and I have difficulty understanding spoken words.
If you say a sentance to me with your mouth, chances are very high I will have ZERO understanding of what you said and I will not be able to ander you.
However, if you WRITE down that exact same sentabnce, I can understand you and can type a written responce to you.
My doctors tell me this is a side effect of extreme isolation and neglect and lack of human contact during my toddler, childhood, teen, and young adult years, and that my brain never deveoloped to comprehend spoken vocal words due to no one ever speaking to me in over three decades of the first half of my life.
While I can read and write, American English (somewhat) I do no know how words are sounded out, what they are supposed to sound like. I readand write by shape recognition, not by sound/vocal recognition, so when reading and writing I do no "hear the words in my head" as I am told most people do when they read and write. In other words... I see "c a t" and think "c-a-t" I do not think "cat" nor do I "see" an image of a cat, no do I "hear" the word cat spoken. I'm told that this is very rare and that most people read and write by sounding out the words and linking them to visual mind images, while hearing the sound of the word in their head. I neiher hear words in my head no see images of things in my head. I'm told this is what makes me both a speed reader and speed writer, because I'm not tripped up by hear sounds or seeing images in my head like nomal people would be doing... however, I'm also told this is why my spelling and grammar are very poor, because my brain is not hear the sounds of the words or seeing visual images of the objects the words represent, so my mind also does not register spelling and grammer errors at all.
As I was only let out of the woodshed on Sundays to go to the Cape Elezabeth Ward Church of the August Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I was never allowed to go to school or hospital either. No adults ever talked to me because I was evil for comitted the sin of being born female, so I never learned how to speak properly and do not know how to sound out words to say them.
I was 42 years old, in 2016 when, while having an MRI for my spine, the doctors found out my speak issue was caused by a broken jaw as a toddler that was healed wrong because not being allowed to go to doctors. I had surgury to fix that, and since 2016 have been trying to learn how to use my jaw and touge so I can speak vocal words now.
Since 2023 my primary focus shifted to relearning to walk. I can now, in 2026, sit up for 2 or 3 hours a day, and can sand with a cane for a few minutes, and can walk for around five thousand feet in 2 to 3 segments a day, with the help of pushing my wheelchair like a walker.
As of 2026, with a slight return to using my fingers and legs, I am once again focused on trying to learn the American English, but I live in mortal fear of my uncles and male cousins, as they are so hateful of allowing me to have education.
have no one to help me to know if I am doing words correctly, and as such, I have no way of knowing if there are spelling and grammar errors, but I asume there are, and I fix them when I learn them, but I do not know what I do not know and spelling American words is a thing I do bnot know.
I have Low Fucntioning Kanner's Syndrom, also known as "RainMan Type of Autism" aka REAL and ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers, High Functioning Autism, or and of thr 861 illnesses on the Autism Spectrum. An Autism Spectrum Disorder is an illness that has symptoms similar to Autism but IS NOT Autism. If you have an Autism Spectrum Disorder, it LITERALLY MEANS you do NOT have Autism.
I am medically diagnosed as "kanner's syndrome, actual autism, the rainman type, profoundly retarded autistic savant, with a general IQ of 73, and an writing IQ of 221" but they added that they did not know how to properly diagnose me as I am "technically a feral child" and they don't know "how much is the autism, and how much is simple horrific levels of abuse and neglect induced post traumatic stress disorder that will go away with proper socilization".
It means I know how to write, I can write a lot, and it is next to impossible for you to teach me how to do literally anythig else because my brain only knows how to write and doesn;t know how to do anything else..
There's a reason, when I do book signings, people are quick to say: "Okay, what's the joke? why is this stupid retard here? where's the real author? I know this retard isn't the author. where are you hiding the author, why is this fucking retard here"
The end result is, I have near zero social interaction... my 3 years in college was the ONLY face to face interaction I have ever had with humans in my entire life, and I struggle deeply to understand MOST words used by MOST people when they ask me question. And so I suffer from a huge lack of understanding many words people say to me, how to translate those words into spelling, and how to translate what it is that has been said.
The fact remains hat until there exists a human on this planet who is willing to sit down and teach me what words spoken line up with and match what words written, this deficent is unlily to improve. But the fact also remains, that I am simply far too profoundly retarded for anyone to even try to make any attempt at all even to speak a friendly "hgelloe" or "good morning" when passing me on the street, so I have lost all hope of anyone ever either being my friend, being willing to teach me how to match spoken words to written words, or how to speak to other humans.
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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....
... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.
While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.
My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since. |
The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground
On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.
She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.
The attack also triggered labour.
My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.
Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.
The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.
The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.
Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.
Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.
Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.
Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.
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The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.
Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.
Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.
Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.
In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.
Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.
But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.
I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.
Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.
Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.
I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.
My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.
Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
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