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answering the question "but didn't you paint "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies" and "SeaWitch of Old Orchard Beach" on your motorhome? why did you do that?"Yes I did.And for the same reason I sewed the words "Too Gay For OOB" on my Darkwing Duck cosplay cape…it's called: SARCASM I got sick of people coming up my driveway accusing me, a straight cis female, of being "too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach"I got sick of people coming up in my driveway and accusing me a 5th generation Mormon who knows nothing about witchcraft of being "the seawitch of Old Orchard Beach"and I got sick of people coming up in my driveway and accusing me and my family of being "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies"so to protest the ridiculousness of all three slanderous accusations, I painted those things on my motorhome, in glow in the dark neon pink paint, specifically to point out how absurdly ridiculous those accusations were.and it actually did help quite a bit, because the harassers doing the bulk of the accusations apparently didn't like me painting their words in four foot tall letters for all of Old Orchard Beach's two million summer tourists to see.now tourists stop and ask me why it says that, and I tell them, why: because locals in this town harass me in the off season, they slander me by calling me gay, they slander me by calling me transgender, they slander me by calling me a Stephen King Thinner Gypsy, they slander me by calling me the sea witch of Old Orchard Beach… and they thought no one knew about it, but now with it in giant letters for all the tourists to see, the locals don't slander with those accusations nearly as much anymore.

answering the question 

"but didn't you paint "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies" and "SeaWitch of Old Orchard Beach" on your motorhome? why did you do that?"

Yes I did.

And for the same reason I sewed the words "Too Gay For OOB" on my Darkwing Duck cosplay cape…

it's called: 

SARCASM 

I got sick of people coming up my driveway accusing me, a straight cis female, of being 

"too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach"

I got sick of people coming up in my driveway and accusing me a 5th generation Mormon who knows nothing about witchcraft of being 

"the seawitch of Old Orchard Beach"

and I got sick of people coming up in my driveway and accusing me and my family of being 

"Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies"

so to protest the ridiculousness of all three slanderous accusations, I painted those things on my motorhome, in glow in the dark neon pink paint, specifically to point out how absurdly ridiculous those accusations were.

and it actually did help quite a bit, because the harassers doing the bulk of the accusations apparently didn't like me painting their words in four foot tall letters for all of Old Orchard Beach's two million summer tourists to see.

now tourists stop and ask me why it says that, and I tell them, why: because locals in this town harass me in the off season, they slander me by calling me gay, they slander me by calling me transgender, they slander me by calling me a Stephen King Thinner Gypsy, they slander me by calling me the sea witch of Old Orchard Beach… and they thought no one knew about it, but now with it in giant letters for all the tourists to see, the locals don't slander with those accusations nearly as much anymore.

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