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I’ve no idea what /b/ is like nowadays but I know back when Kevin would have regularly visited, there would be at least one CP “raid” thread a day. This is tinfoiling a bit, but I’m getting closer to being fully convinced he has questionable shit on his hard drive, drawn or real.
I'd wager that when the feds raid the Tranch, there will be at least 1 hard drive full of CP
 
Typical self-dx bullshit from Kev. Mixing up -ing and -ed especially when typing is an extremely common phenomenon. There's a name for it which I can't recall, but it's basically because these things are stored right next to each other in your brain, and if you're not concentrating you can easily grab the wrong thing. Same as mixing up yesterday/tomorrow and earlier/later - happens to non-dyslexics all the time.

Edit: That should of course be "-tion and -ed", but ironically it illustrates my point so I'll leave it.
I bet what happened was it autocorrected to ”complicated,” and Kev thought, ”ooooh I’m gonna leave it and use it as an opportunity to bring up my totally real dyslexia“
 
Kev and the Tranchers are horrible with animals. What are they going to realie that they suck at taking care of other living things? Nah they'll probably blame the vet for being in league with the Chuds and those damn dirty Kiwi Farmers.

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That dog didn't die from getting fixed, Kevin, and you fucking know that. Sorry for the MATI, but nothing pisses me off more then seeing that kind of bullshit of "Oh the dog died from getting fixed". Yeah there might be some level of complication, but for a dog to die from being put under means the dog itself was likely malnourished, and what do we often see with the Tranch? Exactly.
 
Hi, Kevin you useless fat male, the vet probably didn't kill your large breed puppy. The thing was probably sick or suffering from unseen complications like not being fed or sheltered properly. Sometimes ranch animals just die young, no matter how well you obviously (lol you don't) take care of them.

....or, maybe Earl ran it over with the invisible truck he borrowed from the TERF operatives down the road.
 
Kevin is such an incel that the concept transcends beyond virginity for him. He embraces all of the bad qualities of stereotypical incels that he still still qualifies despite not meeting the singular, central focus: not having sex once.

He may be considered an honorary/born-again incel though, given his ex girlfriend was his last true and honest sexual encounter as far as we know. And no, Kevin, the literal clown show you paid to begrudgingly lick the amhole does not count.
 
Kevin is such an incel that the concept transcends beyond virginity for him. He embraces all of the bad qualities of stereotypical incels that he still still qualifies despite not meeting the singular, central focus: not having sex once.

He may be considered an honorary/born-again incel though, given his ex girlfriend was his last true and honest sexual encounter as far as we know. And no, Kevin, the literal clown show you paid to begrudgingly lick the amhole does not count.
They never did release the full vid did they
 
Kevin, you’re still unloveable and unfuckable. And no, paying to fly Wedge out, twice, to fake being excited to fuck/lick your rot hole doesn’t mean you’re fuckable. Also having all these amazing troon girlfriends whom you’re in a relationship with, doesn’t count as being loved either

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I've got an account watching him.

Kev and the Tranchers are horrible with animals. What are they going to realie that they suck at taking care of other living things? Nah they'll probably blame the vet for being in league with the Chuds and those damn dirty Kiwi Farmers.

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Kevin not only enjoys grooming, he gets upset when others try and leave the cult.
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It's been a long time since I had a pup, but are you not meant to wait for the dog to fully mature before having them fixed?
 
Kevin is such an incel that the concept transcends beyond virginity for him. He embraces all of the bad qualities of stereotypical incels that he still still qualifies despite not meeting the singular, central focus: not having sex once.

He may be considered an honorary/born-again incel though, given his ex girlfriend was his last true and honest sexual encounter as far as we know. And no, Kevin, the literal clown show you paid to begrudgingly lick the amhole does not count.
I really would like to know more about the psychosocial logistics of their "polycule." Not the actual mechanics of the fucking (although I think I'm safe because there doesn't seem to be any) but how does it work to be someone's BDSM slave and someone's plain ol' fiancée, but fly in a clown whore to see to your physical needs?

BDSM people love their contracts and negotiations and the sound of their own voices, so I'd think there'd be something posted from Penny about how "through My grace I have allowed slave to pay slave's money to have an itinerant clown prostitute lick My amhole, which is on slave's body," or something to that effect written out that Kevryn would photopost and squee over, and Wedge would retweet to comment "yep it's me; I'm that designated clown hooker."

The fiancée part, plain vanilla and temporarily disregarding the trans parts, is depressing. So you've got someone whose dream is to have a self-sufficient ranch in the semi-boonies, with all the hard work that implies, who really is outdoors getting dirty and tired all day, even if it's to poor effect.

Meanwhile, Penny's wife-to-be is not at all invested in his dream. Kevryn doesn't do men's farm work outdoors, but he also doesn't pick up any of the farm wife jobs and cook/mend/clean/put up food for winter. Subsistence farmers don't traditionally have the resources for kept women.

Say he's disabled and can't do anything useful, even sitting down, but then he's still not intellectually involved in Penny's life's work. Kevryn doesn't even notice things that happen outside. He talked a little about the lambs, which were brought to him, and the domestic animals that he can't help but see, and the impact on his electronics that unreliable electricity has. Beyond that, he doesn't know he's on a ranch. Kevryn doesn't even use his perpetually-online status to run the Tranch's social media presence, which would be helpful and not require him to move an inch.

I suspect Kevryn doesn't greet Penny at dinner and engage with him about animal husbandry and construction and xeriscaping, or even gun spergery. Does Penny give one single shit about Transformers? Does Kevryn rehash Twitter drama while they lie in bed together?

Kevryn and Penny are unequally yoked, and I'm sorry to say that usually doesn't bode well for the strength of their marriage. (When is the date, btw?)
 
How can you have a fiance and be practically a incel?
Given what I caught on what went down, early on the thread?

Fiance was probably making an exit plan from early on. Wouldn't be surprised if the pregnancy scare--don't think we actually ever got confirmation Kev's balls worked that well prior to trooning--was due to birth control getting sabotaged. (If somebody wants to put together a summary of that, I think it'd generally be appreciated.)

I really would like to know more about the psychosocial logistics of their "polycule." Not the actual mechanics of the fucking (although I think I'm safe because there doesn't seem to be any) but how does it work to be someone's BDSM slave and someone's plain ol' fiancée, but fly in a clown whore to see to your physical needs?

BDSM people love their contracts and negotiations and the sound of their own voices, so I'd think there'd be something posted from Penny about how "through My grace I have allowed slave to pay slave's money to have an itinerant clown prostitute lick My amhole, which is on slave's body," or something to that effect written out that Kevryn would photopost and squee over, and Wedge would retweet to comment "yep it's me; I'm that designated clown hooker."

The fiancée part, plain vanilla and temporarily disregarding the trans parts, is depressing. So you've got someone whose dream is to have a self-sufficient ranch in the semi-boonies, with all the hard work that implies, who really is outdoors getting dirty and tired all day, even if it's to poor effect.

Meanwhile, Penny's wife-to-be is not at all invested in his dream. Kevryn doesn't do men's farm work outdoors, but he also doesn't pick up any of the farm wife jobs and cook/mend/clean/put up food for winter. Subsistence farmers don't traditionally have the resources for kept women.

Say he's disabled and can't do anything useful, even sitting down, but then he's still not intellectually involved in Penny's life's work. Kevryn doesn't even notice things that happen outside. He talked a little about the lambs, which were brought to him, and the domestic animals that he can't help but see, and the impact on his electronics that unreliable electricity has. Beyond that, he doesn't know he's on a ranch. Kevryn doesn't even use his perpetually-online status to run the Tranch's social media presence, which would be helpful and not require him to move an inch.

I suspect Kevryn doesn't greet Penny at dinner and engage with him about animal husbandry and construction and xeriscaping, or even gun spergery. Does Penny give one single shit about Transformers? Does Kevryn rehash Twitter drama while they lie in bed together?

Kevryn and Penny are unequally yoked, and I'm sorry to say that usually doesn't bode well for the strength of their marriage. (When is the date, btw?)
Well...part of the problem here is that you're mistaking them for BDSM people instead of coomers and troons.

Troons on their best days have a concerningly loose grasp on consent. This probably comes from their origins as incels--even ones who managed to be incompetent at even being an incel, like Kev. Odds are the extent of negotiations was Penny going "You want to be my sex slave?" and Kev going "Sure!" (add in sound effects and suitable coomer emojis) and nothing more at all.

That negotiation they skipped would have covered shit like just what Kevryn would be doing on the Tranch, how much of the house could be taken over by Transformers, what exactly this relationship is, if Penny's okay with Wedge being flown in for sex with Kev, all sorts of things and a lot of it being things you should want to get pinned down before you marry somebody anyway.

Incidentally: The standard advice in the BDSM community is that if somebody's not willing to go through the process of negotiating just what you're doing so you both know what is (or isn't) on the menu? This is not somebody you should trust with your safety. Having watched from the fringes? It's a sure bet that you've got some flavor of abuser (ranging all the way up to actual serial killer) and/or lolcow. (Which should cover why you shouldn't trust them with your safety.)

Moving on to the engagement: Are they engaged? In Kev's head, probably. In reality? ...Kev long since stopped residing in our reality. (So my guess is that the date is sometime after Kev grows a new dick and balls, then manages to fly, purely by the frantic flapping of his arms, to Mars with a string of alpaca tied to his regrown dick & successfully starts an alpaca ranch there.)
 
Wouldn't be surprised if the pregnancy scare--don't think we actually ever got confirmation Kev's balls worked that well prior to trooning--was due to birth control getting sabotaged.
Cue Kev eating the placebo week and cooming.

Odds are the extent of negotiations was Penny going "You want to be my sex slave?" and Kev going "Sure!" (add in sound effects and suitable coomer emojis) and nothing more at all.
They did buy those collars, which would give them the length of the shipping time to figure out what they were doing.

Man, did they even have a collaring ceremony/scene/whatever? I'm not a kinkster and even I know those are super important; that'd be like having a regular girly-girl fiancée and telling her that you for your wedding you want to just go down to the courthouse.
That negotiation they skipped would have covered shit like just what Kevryn would be doing on the Tranch, how much of the house could be taken over by Transformers, what exactly this relationship is, if Penny's okay with Wedge being flown in for sex with Kev, all sorts of things and a lot of it being things you should want to get pinned down before you marry somebody anyway.
So really, they spent less time and brainpower on discussing the boundaries of their master/slave relationship (and their hypothetical marriage) than a sane person would spend laying down the house rules with a new roommate from Craigslist.

I don't know why I'm surprised; no wonder they live in squalor.
 
Wouldn't be surprised if the pregnancy scare--don't think we actually ever got confirmation Kev's balls worked that well prior to trooning--was due to birth control getting sabotaged.
Come on, he was cucked

This is Kevin we're talking about
Perhaps the most solipistic lolcow on the boards

He used his proto-troon sociopathy to manipulate the poor girl into being his support NPC
She was there to cook his meals, wash his clothes and pay for the internet and electric
And despite (or in fact because of) his incessant sperging about the most improbable and degenerate sex possible,
I'm convinced he hates sex, bodies and any normal human intimacy
So he fucked her just enough at the start to lure her in and then never went up it again
I mean he, basically admits it here
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And because this is Kevin, he was to lazy and narcissistic to bother even pretending to keep up the pretence of being a normal boyfriend
So she ended up fucking around on him
Chances are, it was the one she moved in while Kev was still there

Or very possibly, her and Kevin's brother were fucking, he got her pregnant, it all went to shit and that's why she threw him out...
 
Kevin, you’re still unloveable and unfuckable. And no, paying to fly Wedge out, twice, to fake being excited to fuck/lick your rot hole doesn’t mean you’re fuckable. Also having all these amazing troon girlfriends whom you’re in a relationship with, doesn’t count as being loved either
The funny thing is, is that love doesn't mean constantly putting out PDA, constantly being stuck in a shit hole ranch that pretends to make a profit. Love is like, making someone a dinner, or just chilling and watching movies, even if they're just the Bayverse Transformers movies. No, Kevin's idea of love is pretending to be a woman while another pretending woman pretends to proform cunnilingus on your pretend vagina. It's all lights, camera, action.
 
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