I grew up in all sorts of places, but I started out in Brescia, Italy. I have lived pretty much all over. See, my parents like to travel. My father, though he would never admit it, is a pretty good lawyer. My mother, on the other hand, is a children’s doctor. Both of my parents make a fair amount of money from their jobs – not necessarily a lot, but just enough to get us through life and for us to be able to travel. We don't move around a lot, though. Sometimes we'd settle down for a year or two, while other times we'd just be "passing through." School was complicated, but we managed to get by just fine. I've had my fair share of friends, most of whom I'm still in some sort of contact with.
All in all, I have lived in and visited various places in Europe, including but not limited to my home of Italy, as well as France and the UK. Of the U.S., I’ve travelled pretty much everywhere, but I’ve lived in parts of Rhode Island, Pennsylvania, New York, Massachusetts, and Indiana – the last being where I currently reside. It’s pretty fun, I guess, if you’re the type that likes to travel. I don’t, personally. I miss my friends too much and I hate being the new kid in school. It’s irritating, always having to start over.
But oh well, enough of that already. So, my name is Cheyenne, but I mostly go by Shane. I’m eighteen and I was born on April 13th. I have one younger sister, Charlee, and a cousin, Mordecai, who also lives with my family. He lives with us because his own parents kicked him out (because he's gay). Mordecai living with us is a bit of a controversial argument, though… You see, my mom is just as homophobic as my uncle Laramie, although she can usually contain her disgust. She doesn't want him living with us, but my dad is the one keeping him there.
Which is another issue: I’m a lesbian. I try to keep it hidden, but my mom almost found out once. It was back when we lived in Rhode Island. I fooled around with my best friend some and we started dating, and then somehow word got around to my mother that we were together. She exploded on us. We managed to convince her that we were only friends, although I don’t think she really believed us because we still moved a week later. I think she’s just in denial of the fact that I might be gay now. She watches me like a hawk and she’s always trying to set me up with other guys. It’s pathetic, really, but oh well.
It's better she be in denial than to have her know.
full name cheyenne lark kaylor
goes by shane, chey
age eighteen
birthday april 13
born in brescia, italy
current location northern indiana
sexuality lesbian (mostly)
height 5'9"
weight 131 / slender
hair dark brown, wavy, just past her shoulders
eyes blue
piercings earlobes x2
tattoos none
family
- mother geneva kaylor
father jeffrey kaylor
siblings charlene 'charlee' kaylor, 15
other mordecai rachins, 17
interests
(likes) digital cameras, stuffed animals, warm summer nights, collecting memorabilia, root beer floats, old-fashioned cars, watching people, cheap humor, riding trains, sleeping in late, parapsychology, antique shops, white chocolate, stained glass windows, charcoal drawings, haunted houses, dark scenery in general, community service, piano.
(dislikes) leaving her friends behind, long car rides, cold weather, cats, being distracted when she's trying to focus, fast food / unhealthy eating, public humiliation, flying, starting over, the way her mom acts, immaturity, people who don't know how to have fun, violence and gore, vulgarity, insensitivity, awkwardness, explaining herself, clutter, lying.
odilia simpson (of indiana)
[ a new friend ]
I have not known Shane all that long, but so far I like being around her... so much that I'm prepared to not drive her away purposely like the rest of my neighbors. I really think with the way her mom acts it wouldn't be that hard. But, um, if you want me to tell you my opinions on Shane - as I previously said - I can't give you much. We're not close enough for me to say whether or not she's a bitch, which she's not as far as I can tell, but I can definitely see us getting much closer. She's easy to warm up to and even though I have not tested this, I'm sure she'd be just as easy to open up to.
cayman hut (of rhode island)
[ first female fling & close friend ]
Oh, I remember Cheyenne. But then, how could anyone really forget about her? She was pretty tall for a girl, and she had the most amazing smile. I used to love making her smile... Well. Anyway. Her family traveled a lot - as they probably still do - and Rhode Island was one of the places that she lived that year. We used to be really close before she moved, you know. We were like this (crosses fingers). My mother always used to say it was like we were attached at the hip, how we were almost inseparable. She considered Chey one of her own children, and she absolutely loved having her over – she was one of my few friends that she actually approved of.
That is, until she and I got closer. You see, I’m gay. Although I’m not really open about it yet, it’s definitely there. Cheyenne had been thinking about experimenting with her sexuality for a while, and although we talked about it a lot, we never really did anything together. Our relationship was strictly platonic. Then, one night in the middle of the summer, I went out and got drunk with a few of my friends… I was supposed to stay the night with Chey that day, and despite my intoxicated state, I still had them drop me off there. I didn’t think about how uncomfortable it might be for my poor friend. I didn’t think at all, really.
When I got up to her bedroom, I immediately collapsed on her bed. She sat down beside me and we just sort of stared at each other for a while and talked, and I knew that she could tell that I was drunk, but she didn’t say anything about it. After a while, she leaned back against her mattress and curled up. It was late, and I’m sure she was probably tired. I continued to watch her. I was suddenly very aware of her hand sitting on the bed only a few inches away from my own, and an impulse rose. I acted on it without even thinking, because since when do drunks ever think, anyway? Reaching out for her hand, I pulled her in close and… I kissed her. And, to my surprise, she kissed back.
I was drunk and she was sober, but the feelings were just the same. After that night, we were a lot more affectionate towards each other. We didn’t use words to express our feelings because we showed them through our actions instead, and we never talked about the connection between us. No matter how hard we tried to hide it, people still found out. We managed to convince her mother that nothing was going on, but… They moved not even a week later, and I haven’t seen her since. I’ve talked to her on the phone a few times, and she texts me her new address every time she moves, just in case if I ever wanted to visit. I plan to eventually… once I work up the courage.
