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Kiwi Farms
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Ashley Shock is a troon zoophiliac furry living a delusional family life with 4 other men and 4 non-existent children.
Our tale begins with a Christian boy named Jason who being cursed with short genes became your stereotypical bible-thumping manlet. During the 90’s he realized this wasn’t getting him laid anymore and set out on a quest to be the edgiest teenager in his 20’s ever.
Pre Transition
Not content with being on the winning team, this flagrant stench-emitting bantam of perversion bought breast implants and started presenting himself as female-ish, changed his name to Ashley, and claims to be “herm TG”. Name ChangePDF Archive One & Two
"After this, he started to fully embrace other forms of degeneracy, such as becoming a fully-fledged dog and pony fucker."
Either due to some leftover daddy issues or the fact Ashley needs to be contrite all the time, s/he then converted to Satanism and started doing the exact same shit s/he accused other religions of.
Being that furries are by nature sex-crazed degenerates, and showing the need to reproduce is strong, even in those who cannot, Jashley currently lives the delusional little life of having 4 male partners, and 4 children (dam to 2 / sire to 2) apparently with these male partners. In case you missed it, no functioning human female reproductive system is involved in this debauchery.
“I've held jobs ranging from youth pastor to ditch-digger, reptile care-specialist (PetCo Fayetteville, AR), managed my own anime store (His ex-wife’s store, Realm’s Anime Fayetteville, AR), professional domme at a pony ranch- an ACTUAL one, not this online play-pretend... *sighs*- sold booze (Bypass Liquor Fayetteville, AR), danced for a few bars, a lab technician at an optical facility…” http://archive.md/mBuZ8
Self Descriptions copy & pasted from his written works:
In my time I've gone from a bible-thumping missionary, visiting foreign countries to preach the word of Yahweh, self-loathing and despising my accursed physiology, to an atheistic hedonist, reveling in the freedom of not-giving a shit, embracing my anatomical irregularities, living day-to-day as I pleased with little concern for fallout, to the matron mother of our family clan, a political activist and a minister of Satan. http://archive.md/mBuZ8
First! *raises a digit* I needed to get this out there to preface matters. I take a certain care and pride even in drawing my fursona to match my real life appearance. I'm not a perfectly sculpted six-foot-five amazonian goddess, I'm just tiny lil' me, with rainbow hair, rainbow make-up when I'm not too lazy to wear it and lil cute bewbs *jiggles* ...and a tattoo of my ex -and yes, I am a "herm". This isn't something I do to "show off" my appearance or whatever. It's just how I feel right about presenting myself online. I'm big on transparency. [https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/8755290/]
Being what I am, a "herm", I've long been rather aggravated by much of the "herm" artwork... ugh*eye rolls*... I see on this and other websites. Being this thing that I am, it's not some happy game of sexy-pretend. It's real, with some really unpleasant side-points that I get to look at. I won't get into all that Venom here but one of those is that I have been told for years by several specialists that I would never have a family of my own. Never. The anatomy I'm configured with can neither carry nor create in another a little one. I am a genetic cul-de-sac. *snofts* Yay.... *jazz-hands* And believe me, I have tested that hypothesis many, many, many, many times with more people than I can recall, all with similar results http://archive.md/gh7ef
In reality... What I am, a "herm" comes with much baggage. Medical difficulties, social issues, legal difficulties... One of those bits of baggage I carry with me is that I can never have a family, a biological one. The bits and pieces that make up this body won't allow for it. Thus the idea has always been a extremely touchy one for me. http://archive.md/DtoPl
“[...] when I actually worked in the ministry as a youth pastor [...]” referring to being Christian http://archive.md/96g1m
“I like me. I do. *hugs herself* I really do. I've done plenty of things I am NOT proud of. I was mean to plenty of other kids waaaaay back in high school. My first marriage was a bowl of cold piss and part of that was definitely my fault. I have slept around with SO many people that I often forget that some people value sex and intimacy differently than I do and my cavalier behaviour hurt them very badly. That last one is something I still deal with fallout on...
BUT- I'm also very kind. I help anyone I can in my circle, from buying a sandwich for local beggars to listening to co-worker's problems, even if it's "their own fault". I try to be understanding. I'm loyal to my friends and honest to a fault. I stand up for the rights of others and do NOT back down from bullies. I detest violence and those who hurt others but will not hesitate to punch someone in their fucking mouth if they hurt others needlessly without remorse. I believe in love, compassion and a hope for our species and I love with passion and ferocity from randomly tickling and cuddling to covering beds in rose-petals and snogging for hours. I like me.” http://archive.md/VKyxF
Bonus Girlfriend
Now onto Tabitha Dalaroux. Tabitha is a former dickgirlfriend of Ashley who was violently murdered in 2009 by being dragged behind a truck. Except anyone who bothered to read everything Ashley has said or posted about Tabitha would realize what you gentle reader are about to realize.
“Tabitha was her name. And she was lovely. I don't mean lovely as in 'she was hot' or 'pretty' even. She was lovely. [...] She liked dancing in her underwear in her living room when there was noone[sic] around to embarrass her. She also liked the way I talked. Thus we rather quickly became lovers. [...]
SO when the cops called me that night, it was a bit off-setting seeing her like that, mangled and missing bits. Seems some young men had met her at a night spot and were a bit terse after finding out she wasn't a "real girl" and took it to themselves to punish her for that. After they got through beating her for a bit, cutting her up, the cops say that's how she got some of those injuries, they tied her to the back of their truck and went for a drive. They called it a "fag drag". Apparently it took a few miles at a decent speed to do most of the damage she sustained. I still remember how dryly the detective said it, "sustained" as if she was a building or something. She was so pale, so stiff, little bits of her face were missing, patches of skin gone, bones here and there. I'll spare you the truly gory details, but she was dead. She was cold and empty and gone. I remember looking at her face. It was twisted into this expression, something so unnatural, so unlike anything I'd ever seen her do. I would later wonder what must have gone through her mind as those men drug her from the bumper, her bones breaking, skin flaying away, the road bashing into her frail little soft form, ripping her apart. "Why is this happening?" "Won't someone help me?" I'll always wonder.
I'll always remember that I had to correct the cop. He kept calling her a name I didn't know, an alien one. It was not her name. It was not her.
So she was gone. Everything that she gave me was gone, is gone. The little part of her that had lived in me is alone now.” [Source: http://archive.md/8XIGi]
“When it was requested that I bring a picture of Tabitha with me to the event I had to refuse. She had been a very shy woman and became deathly embarrassed anytime a camera threatened to capture her image. I wasn't very big on pictures either at the time, if for different reasons. Add to these her biological family doing everything they could to erase her identity as a woman from records. To my knowledge I have the only remaining picture in existence of her. I would not risk it's safety.”[Source: http://archive.md/8XIGi]
“In my lifetime I have known many trans people, MTF, FTM, pre-op, post-op, non-op and a few other actual 'herms' like myself(which legally tend to fall into the same category), like any group, many of them are good people, a few are jack-wagons. None of them deserved to be murdered or driven to suicide. Of this category, I have known, on a personal, physical, intimate level, Five. Five names which are forever burned into my memory. One of which I may well be the only person to know existed, as her parents did everything to literally erase her existence after her murder. The same lovely religious parents whom wanted nothing to do with "the freak" until her body had been found and would later have me thrown out of her funeral service as they didn't want a "thing like me" to stain their child's memory.”[Source: http://archive.md/2ox5t ]
“I don't know where you are now, or even if you're anywhere. I don't know if a benevolent god ever knew you or cared what his children did to you. I don't know if a goddess took you into her embrace to remove her beloved daughter from a world that never was hers to begin with. I do know that in the short time I knew you, you touched me, somewhere deep inside the pain and deceit which the world had stained the both of us. You showed me the beauty of your soul and the growing spirit of the woman you were, blossoming from the rocky soil you'd been thrust into. You showed me tenderness. You showed me innocence. You showed me love. I loved you, Tabitha. I loved you then, and I love you still. I know they tried to erase you from memory and replace you with something else, something wrong, and for that I'll NEVER forgive them. But as long as my love for you remains alight I know you will never truly be dead, dear doe.” https://www.furaffinity.net/view/12135158/Screencap, mature. can't archive.
Now consider the facts. 2009. Why was this year important to people again? Oh right. The Matthew Shepard and James Byrd, Jr., Hate Crimes Prevention Act of 2009. You’re telling me a tranny got murdered by being dragged behind a truck during that year and it DIDN’T make the fucking news?
Consider another fact. The police called Ashley? They had Ashley identify the body? Why? They weren’t family and they weren’t married, They weren’t even roommates. There is no mention of living with or meeting this Tabitha. His own journals around the timeframe claim he was involved with some chick from the Netherlands and living with a guy named Nelson. There is no mention of living with or being involved with Tabitha. Why would the cops go to Ashley? Why is there no paper trail? There is no evidence this crime even took place. Sources Searched: Net search of every fucking newspaper; searchable police reports; available cold case databases; and general Googling with different combinations of keywords for the tri-state area.
Let’s take a look at what was said most recently about this incident from the UATrav article, “Unknown assailants murdered Dalaroux”. Unknown Assailants. Yet in the first post discussing this, Ashley says “Seems some young men had met her at a night spot and were a bit terse after finding out she wasn’t a “real girl” and took it to themselves to punish her for that. After they got through beating her for a bit, cutting her up, the cops say that’s how she got some of those injuries, they tied her to the back of their truck and went for a drive. They called it a “fag drag”. Apparently it took a few miles at a decent speed to do most of the damage she sustained.”
That sure as fuck doesn’t sound like “Unknown Assailants” to me. Sounds like you got a good starting point for an investigation. Yet no newspaper articles about it. Nothing. Not even a blog post from that timeframe.
But we can go one further. Apparently Ashley and Sanita had planned to visit the grave, yet Sanita says they never got around to it.
So no one has been to this grave other than Ashley? No one else on the internet mentions Tabitha Dalaroux EVER. No photo. Buried under birth name by family who erased her existence. How does someone not exist with facebook, myspace, livejournal? Twitter? Something! This person had no friends that talked about them online? Sus as fuck if you ask me.