The Transgender T-Rex

I have officially left Facebook!

I'm Will Saville, AKA The Transgender T-Rex (the original, and the one and only) #TheTransgenderTRex

I'm a disabled, autistic gamer, inventor, and writer.

Currently writing a book series called A Tikevatian Odyssey, and working on a board game invention called Killer In The Keep, but as a creative autistic, there are bound to be other projects in my future

I am a cat dad to #LordOnyxBlepman #CallieRound and #HarveySquare

I unfortunately had to permanently surrender our cat Tiggy when we were in New Hampshire (September 1st, 2024), and I received word that he was very quickly adopted 😭

I am a house designer on EverQuest 2on the Halls Of Fate Server.

Former Facebook blogger known as The Transgender T-Rex. After I took down my blog, the bigots who have been harassing and stalking me (and doxxed me forcing me to flee Michigan and go to Massachusetts) made a fake blog pretending to be me, and accusing ME of being the imposter. This is a lie. The fake blog harasses other creators, is racist, derogatory, and deplorable. That is NOT who I am as a person!

Below is the fake blog's link.

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61562846354777&mibextid=ZbWKwL

You can also get updates for my book series, short stories, poetry, songs, my board game, other projects, etc. by visiting the link below 🥰

www.Linktr.ee/thetransgendertrex

Former last names: Canon, Wilson, Newton, and Blake-Newton

Deadname: Bethany Lauren

Former chosen names: Blake and Andrew/Drew

Reason for final chosen name: Ancestry family tree found repetition for the name William Saville and I reclaimed it. I ended up finding out a friend of mine from EQ2 was a cousin of mine because of this choice! Blake was the only part of my former name that I chose for myself, it's what I would have named a son if I could have biological children. Andrew was chosen to honor my daughter Andrea Marjorie Canon that I miscarried at 17 weeks in November 8, 2013 (her father Shawn Gero unalived himself in 2022), and for my step mother who always wanted a daughter named Andrea, so I named my daughter for her. When I lost her, I was devastated. I later chose Andrew, the masculine version of the name, for my daughter and for Cyndi. Newton was my ex Gareth's last name, and I have filed for a fault divorce because he's an incarcerated pedophile that I turned in as soon as I realized what he was. I hope he rots there! We are now DIVORCED officially, and I am changing my name legally to William Blake Saville now that the divorce is finally over.

On September 19th, 2024 I moved into my 1 bedroom fully ADA accessible apartment with my Section 8 Voucher (I'm on Social Security and am a full time wheelchair user)! I was struck by an F150 Ford Sport when I was 18 and have a broken back and tailbone, hip dysplasia, and herniated disks. I also have advanced Multiple Sclerosis, Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and I'm Autistic with ADHD.

Yes, there is a lot wrong with me, every day is a struggle but I try my absolute best.

Jasper is my legal caregiver, a caregiver's income is not counted towards mine as they are considered "medical equipment/reasonable accommodation" and although added to my lease, their income is completely their own.

Live-In Aide income not counted proof

https://finkrosnerershow-levenberg.com/section-8-housing-rules-for-live-in-caregivers/#:~:text=(See%20%C2%A7%20982.402(b)(,her%20income%20is%20not%20counted.

I no longer have to ask for help on a regular basis like I used to, unless I lose my benefits. I only ask for help if I have no choice now. Jasper's money is their own to do with what they please, just like it was back in Michigan, we have come to the agreement that I pay rent, utilities, phone, and Internet while they handle pet costs.

I struggled with rent in Michigan because our former house in Pontiac was $313 a month, with not a single included utility. Our former landlord also charged an extra $50 PER month PER cat despite them being ESAs as legally allowed to do because they didn't own a large amount of properties. Landlords don't have to go by the Fair Housing Act if they aren't a multi-property owner over a certain limit before they have to adhere to the law. All cats here have ESA papers that qualify them under the fair housing act as reasonable accommodations. I only had to ask for as much help as I did before now because that for survival when I was homeless, and before that it was because our old house in was out of my financial means, but finding housing in Michigan that takes section 8 is nearly impossible. My rent at my apartment is $175 a month, all utilities but electricity and Internet are included. My laundry facility is in the building, and I have an ADA apartment that I can do upkeep on, and take care of myself easier because I can use my wheelchair in my unit. So I'm able to not only meet all of my needs with my SSI by being on the section 8, voucher, I can buy healthy foods to lose weight (already down to 390lbs and I was at 520lbs when I moved to Massachusetts because of having to eat processed food all the time because of the house being inaccessible) I have keto food and snacks, Soylent, and slim fast as well. And I've been doing wheelchair yoga.

I'm thriving now. And I'm also able to help fund other queers now and provide mutual aid instead of needing it all the time.

Which is exactly as I prefer.

I also have the money to spoil the hell out of the cats with a treat dispenser filled with supplement treats that help with hairballs, joints, energy, etc. and they have gravity dishes, and a much better litter system. They each get 2 servings of wet food a day now. This is always what I wanted.

I am living within my means now, and am able to give back to the community and do fun stuff.

ESA Information links

https://www.hud.gov/program_offices/fair_housing_equal_opp/assistance_animals

https://www.humanesociety.org/resources/fair-housing-act-and-assistance-animals#:~:text=Even%20if%20a%20lease%20says,which%20includes%20emotional%20support%20animals.

I have survived so much trauma. I want to learn how to live rather than survive but life keeps throwing punches.

I moved to Massachusetts because that's what Jasper and the friend we had staying with us wanted, I was outvoted. We may or may not stay in Massachusetts, but I won't be updating this post if we leave, all updates will be on my link tree!

Based on my experiences while waiting for housing before moving in, and other issues I have noticed when I lived in Massachusetts before, I plan on getting involved in local government so that what happened to me doesn't happen to anyone else. There is no reason someone in a wheelchair should ever have to spend a SINGLE night, let alone 25 nights, on the streets because of their disabilities making them a liability.

Here is the link to my last pinned post on Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1By2M4MKq4/

There have been a lot of false accusations about me that I'm no longer willing to refute on a daily basis. The below posts show that those false accusations have been recanted. Those who know me know what I am and am not capable of, and who I am as a person, and know my character. That is all I am willing to say on the matter of past accusations.

Post about Jasper recanting their "groomer" accusations about me, and admitting to doctoring screenshots in an effort to cause me to lose housing and friends out of anger. Me grieving my father, and making it very clear that I have NOT been a part of trying to take down the bigots in any way. I just want a quiet life.

https://www.facebook.com/share/p/193jNd4zrh/

I have forgiven Jasper, and they know they have to earn back trust with me, but we both made mistakes while we were together and after we broke up. Getting back together is most likely in the cards, but we are taking things SLOW. However, they were over here spending the night when my step mother reached out to tell me that My father passed away, and Jasper kept me sane while the emotions kicked my ass. Because even though he was a bad father to me, I still grieve him because I loved him regardless of the pain. I grieve the father I had, and the father I WISH I had, the father a child SHOULD have.

Below are posts related to my dad

Red Flag Alert

—----------------

Intro:

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

Verse 1:

People in other countries are looking at us in horror,

Eyes wide as sirens scream, flashing red warnings in order.

I used to wonder how the Holocaust happened, now I see,

History’s a mirror and it's staring back at me.

Fourteen stages of fascism—checked every box,

Propaganda on repeat while they padlock the locks.

Kids in cages turned to bodies in ditches,

While billionaires buy governments like playthings for the richest.

Pre-Chorus:

Racism and fascism will lead to annihilation,

The bombs could come any day—are you ready for detonation?

Transphobia, sexism, and ableism, anything that is different,

They want to lock us away, even though we're innocent!

I wake up in a cold sweat, panic threatens to consume me,

I check my phone for information—have we begun World War III?

Chorus:

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

ICE is coming for your neighbors, while you close your eyes.

You sit down while the world catches fire,

When they come for you, there’ll be no one left!

Because you listened to ASMR while chains grew tighter!

Verse 2:

We warned you—but you still cast the vote.

Thought you’d be safe? Now you're gasping for hope.

Project 2025’s already locked in place,

Legal immigrants deported—no one is safe.

They're not being sent home, they’re being sent to rot,

Guantanamo’s filling while the rich call the shots.

You thought his policies were just for "them,"

But now you scream in regret—or you cheer and condemn!

No one's free, no one's safe, the law bends for the elite,

Progress ain't possible while we bleed on repeat.

Chorus:

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

ICE is coming for your neighbors, while you close your eyes.

You sit down while the world catches fire,

When they come for you, there’ll be no one left!

Because you listened to ASMR while chains grew tighter!

Break:

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

Bridge:

This is how it happens—apathy breeds destruction,

You let the vultures pick the bones of a crumbling nation.

They rewrite the books, burn the ones who resist,

And call it order while they tighten their fist.

Break:

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

RED FLAG ALERT FOR GENOCIDE!

Outro:

When they come for you, who will be left?

All the voices will be gone, silenced to death.

You looked away, thought you were safe,

But fascism never stops—it just waits.

Happy 9th Gotcha Day to

Lord Onyx Blepman

Emperor Of The Voidattude

You've made the last hard 9 years worth every day!

I love you with every fiber of my being!

How I woke up 🤣😂

—--------------------------

Written by William Saville December 30th, 2024. Loosely based on a dream I had.

You can read more of my short stories at

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ebo65ZEEwTuQ-dgeSQB02qvztB7G2GeyiL3rBskLVn0/edit?usp=drivesdk

Wesley adjusted his wheelchair in front of the TV, the urgent broadcast blaring across the room. Agate stood nearby, wringing their hands, anxiety evident in their stance. On the screen, the somber face of an international official filled the frame.

“To ensure humanity’s survival,” the announcer declared, “the elite, those responsible for the depletion of Earth’s resources, have been flagged. Their DNA is banned from boarding evacuation ships. This decision ensures resources are shared fairly, and the mistakes of the past do not follow us into the stars.”

Wesley felt a strange sense of justice stir within him. For years, the wealthy had hoarded resources, leaving others to suffer. Now, the tables were turning. The neglected and forgotten (the disabled and the veterans) were being prioritized to ensure they wouldn’t be left behind. They were given “green” status. Wesley glanced at Agate, who nodded silently. In the background, their cats Calypso and Hollie watched the chaos on the streets below from the windowsill. Oswald, Wesley’s service cat, sat calmly in his lap, the little angel wings on his harness stark against the turmoil outside.

“We should go,” Agate said, voice trembling. “They’ll be opening the gates soon.”

Wesley patted Oswald’s head, grounding himself with the cat’s steady purring. “Alright,” he replied. “Let’s get packed.”

The streets outside were chaotic. People ran with bags, crates, and even animals in tow. Sirens wailed in the distance. Wesley and Agate maneuvered carefully, Wesley’s wheelchair loaded with carriers for Calypso and Hollie. Oswald remained on Wesley’s lap, ever watchful for signs of seizures or narcolepsy. As they approached the shipyard, the sounds of goats and pigs echoed from a nearby loading area. Farmers, priority evacuees, ushered their animals into designated sections.

At the gates, tension was thick. A man in an expensive suit argued with security, waving a gold wristwatch as a bribe. “I can pay anything you want,” he pleaded. The guard remained impassive. “Your DNA is flagged. Step aside.” The man’s desperate shouts faded as he was escorted away, a reminder of the new order.

Wesley and Agate presented their identification. Wesley drove through the scanner with Oswald. The scanner blinked green, and the guard smiled. “Welcome aboard.” Next was Agate, whose purple ID (reserved for caregivers) was accepted. Inside, the ship was a marvel of engineering. Their cabin was near the exits, as all disabled cabins were placed closest to the community areas for convenience. It was small, but bigger than the apartment they’d once shared. The cabin boasted state-of-the-art accessibility features: lowered counters, a fully stocked kitchenette that Wesley could use by driving up under the counter, grab bars, and an emergency intercom system. A screen on the wall offered meal delivery options for those unable to make it to the mess hall or cook due to pain.

“They thought of everything,” Agate said, their voice soft with relief. Wesley nodded, adjusting Oswald’s harness. The cat, ever vigilant, rubbed his head against Wesley’s hand before resuming his watchful stance. “This might actually work,” Wesley said, hope flickering in his voice.

The community areas buzzed with life. Families, scientists, and farmers mingled, each group bringing their own energy. Wesley wheeled through the crowd, Oswald drawing smiles and waves. “Look at his little wings!” a child exclaimed. People young and old flocked to Oswald to pet him and adore him, but ever the vigilant kitty, he remained in work mode, checking on Wesley but enjoying the attention, as he usually did when accompanying Wesley to medical appointments and errands.

Agate, however, grew visibly tense. The noise and movement were overwhelming. “I need to step away,” they whispered, giving Wesley a quick kiss before retreating to their quarters. Wesley understood. He stayed, letting Oswald’s calm presence anchor him. Though overstimulated by the noise and chaos, he felt grounded with Oswald on his lap, as the eyes in the room never seemed to focus on him in his wheelchair, only on Oswald.

One woman, a retired doctor, shared stories of her work in war zones with Doctors Without Borders. A farmer described plans for the onboard greenhouses, where pigs and goats would be raised alongside crops to provide rich fertilizer. A young boy with disheveled black hair proudly displayed his family’s heirloom seeds. Students of law, medicine, programming, and more found common ground, collaborating to create programs for their new society. A history professor and a language professor worked with an older programmer to build archives of Earth’s language, history, and culture. A lone violinist played, joined by other musicians, while a veteran with a prosthetic leg tapped his foot to the rhythm, his prosthesis resting on his lap for a break. An eccentric barber sporting a rainbow flag as a belt gave a much-needed haircut to a laughing teenager with a lip ring. Each story added a layer to the patchwork of humanity aboard the ship.

Back in their cabin, Wesley and Agate unpacked. Calypso and Hollie cautiously explored, sniffing every corner, joined by Oswald once his harness was off, signifying he was “off duty” and could be a regular cat. Wesley’s gaze lingered on the screen. “We should sign up for meal deliveries,” he suggested. “Just in case.”

Agate nodded, their shoulders relaxing. “Good idea.”

As the ship prepared for launch, another announcement echoed over the intercom: “We leave behind a world ravaged by greed. Together, we will build a future rooted in equity and compassion. Thank you for being part of this journey.”

Wesley reached for Agate’s hand. “We made it,” he said. Agate squeezed his hand tightly. “We did.”

The launch was a surreal experience. The vibration of the engines, the weightlessness as they broke free from Earth’s gravity, it was both exhilarating and sobering. Through the small cabin window, Wesley watched the planet shrink into the distance. “Goodbye, Earth,” he whispered. “Let’s do better this time.”

Over the following days, life aboard the ship settled into a routine. Wesley and Agate balanced time in the community areas with quiet moments in their cabin. Oswald continued to bring joy to everyone, his winged harness becoming a symbol of hope. People wondered if he liked being a service animal, and Wesley would tell them how Oswald would scream at the door and refuse to take care of his own needs when Wesley was out of the house for hours or days, depending on the medical need. By bringing Oswald with him, he was taking care of Oswald too, because the cat would only take care of himself if he knew Wesley was okay. He’d trained himself to alert for seizures and narcolepsy, making Wesley a very lucky guy. The conversations often shifted to miracle cats, with people discussing their own past feline companions and how cats were underappreciated in favor of dogs and miniature horses as service animals, despite their immense worth. Children would often stop by their cabin just to see Oswald, his face appearing on the outer door screen for the “doorbell” and sniffing the cabin camera while Agate held him up to greet them. The kids would run away laughing, their joy filling the sterile hallways.

One evening, Wesley and Agate sat together, watching a live broadcast from Earth. It showed the chaos left behind: the elites scrambling, their power meaningless.

“Justice,” Agate murmured.

Wesley nodded, but his heart ached for those who hadn’t made it. The weight of survival was heavy, but so was the promise of a fresh start.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/118896203?utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=android_share

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https://www.tumblr.com/thetransgendert-rex/770492335406694400/i-wrote-a-song-a-couple-of-days-ago-that-i-wanted?source=share

VERSE 1:

The world is on fire, & we're told to obey,

Keep our heads down, let them have their way.

But we see through the lies, the greed, the disguise,

Their power built on the backs of our cries.

They feast on the labor of the weary & weak,

Build their empires while silencing the meek.

But no more whispers, no quiet despair,

We’ll shout to the skies, we’ll make them aware.

[ELECTRIC VIOLIN RIFFS - 6 BARS]

Pre-Chorus:

The chains they gave us won’t hold for long,

Too many of us are dying,

& they don't care that it’s wrong!

We're no longer afraid of their smoke & mirrors,

The voices of the people grow louder, clearer.

CHORUS:

They tell us to cease & desist,

When we should rise & resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend.

The elite line pockets,

Buy politicians,

But we should learn from the French!

Let a guillotine be their end!

Rise up, rise up!

Resist, don’t desist!

Rise up, rise up!

Against the enemy in our midst.

They line their pockets,

While we line caskets!

VERSE 2:

We’ve starved!

While they eat tiny expensive meals, on golden plates,

They preach patience, but we can’t afford to wait.

The air’s growing heavy with anger & rage,

Rebellion’s a fire, & we’ve lit the stage.

They build their walls & hire their guards,

While our families are left battle-scarred.

But no fortress is safe from the flood of the poor,

We’ll knock down their gates, we’ll settle the score.

CHORUS:

They tell us to cease & desist,

When we should rise & resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend.

The elite line pockets,

Buy politicians,

But we should learn from the French!

Let a guillotine be their end!

Rise up, rise up!

Resist, don’t desist!

Rise up, rise up!

Against the enemy in our midst.

They line their pockets,

While we line caskets!

BRIDGE:

For every worker silenced, another will rise,

For every stolen dollar, a flame ignites.

We’ll rewrite the story, tear out the page,

Topple the tyrants, dismantle their stage.

The revolution’s heartbeat is louder than fear,

The sound of justice is finally near.

We’ll take back our power, reclaim the land,

With courage in our hearts, & fire in our hands.

OUTRO:

We're no longer afraid of their smoke & mirrors,

Too many of us are dying,

SO WE THE PEOPLE grow louder, clearer!

They tell us to cease and desist,

When we should rise and resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend!

They line their pockets,

While we line caskets (caskets, caskets)!

But we should learn from the French!

Let a guillotine be their end!

The dawn of the people is breaking today.

Stand strong, resist!

Rise up!

Our power is the enemy they cannot dismiss.

Light a match, we're the fuse,

We'll make a stand they can't refuse.

Step down or run away!

Or else you get the guillotine today!

Rise up, rise up! (6x)

Rise & Resist

Intro:

The world is on fire, and we're told to obey,

Keep our heads down, let them have their way.

Verse 1:

The world is on fire, and we're told to obey,

Keep our heads down, let them have their way.

But we see through the lies, the greed, the disguise,

Their power built on the backs of our cries.

They feast on the labor of the weary and weak,

Build their empires while silencing the meek.

But no more whispers, no quiet despair,

We’ll shout to the skies, we’ll make them aware.

Pre-Chorus:

The chains they gave us won’t hold for long,

Too many of us are dying,

And they don't care that it's wrong!

Chorus:

They tell us to cease and desist,

When we should rise and resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend.

The elite line pockets,

Buy politicians,

But we should learn from the French,

Let a guillotine be their end!

Rise up, rise up!

Resist, don't desist!

Rise up, rise up!

Against the enemy in our midst.

They line their pockets,

While we line caskets!

Verse 2:

We’ve starved!

While they eat tiny expensive meals on golden plates,

They preach patience, but we can’t afford to wait.

The air’s growing heavy with anger and rage,

Rebellion’s a fire, and we’ve lit the stage.

They build their walls and hire their guards,

While our families are left battle-scarred.

But no fortress is safe from the flood of the poor,

We’ll knock down their gates, we’ll settle the score.

Pre-Chorus:

No longer afraid of their smoke and mirrors,

The voices of the people grow louder, clearer.

Chorus:

They tell us to cease and desist,

When we should rise and resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend.

The elite line pockets,

Buy politicians,

But we should learn from the French,

Let a guillotine be their end!

Rise up, rise up!

Resist, don't desist!

Rise up, rise up!

Against the enemy in our midst.

They line their pockets,

While we line caskets!

Bridge:

For every worker silenced, another will rise,

For every stolen dollar, a flame ignites.

We’ll rewrite the story, tear out the page,

Topple the tyrants, dismantle their stage.

The revolution’s heartbeat is louder than fear,

The sound of justice is finally near.

We’ll take back our power, reclaim the land,

With courage in our hearts, and fire in our hands!

Outro:

They tell us to cease and desist,

When we should rise and resist.

The state is our enemy,

The government is not our friend.

The elite line pockets,

Buy politicians,

But we should learn from the French,

Let a guillotine be their end!

Rise up, rise up! Let the anthem play,

The dawn of the people is breaking today.

Rise up, rise up! Stand strong, resist!

Our power is the enemy they cannot dismiss.

Light a match, we're the fuse,

We'll make a stand they can't refuse.

Step down or run away,

Or else you get the guillotine today!

The dawn of the people is breaking today.

Rise up, rise up! Stand strong, resist!

Our power is the enemy they cannot dismiss.

Light a match, we're the fuse,

We'll make a stand they can't refuse.

Step down or run away,

They love to annoy him, & he just loves the attention so much that he comes back for more 🤣😂 I love him so much 🥹

The outstretched peets with displayed beans have me 💀 🤣😂