About Gayne

Gayne C. Young was born in Ft. Worth to sadistic parents who thought it’d be funny to send their kid through grade school with a name no one could pronounce. Those who tried, mainly teachers, pronounced it “Gay-knee.” A handle that unfortunately gave homophobic bullies more than enough reason to single him out.

“Hey Gay-knee! That’s a stupid name. You must be gay, huh? You like boys…

” For most of Gayne’s youth he went by his initials.

G.C.’s family moved several times throughout his childhood but finally settled in Bryan / College Station when he was 10. It was there that his parents further destroyed his childhood by filing for divorce. From that point forward G.C.’s life was a bleak sepia colored nightmare of underachieving, taunts, extreme wanderlust, and the want to live in another century. High school was even better.

It was in tenth grade that a tall statuesque blonde of incredible post-pubescent proportions whispered that she loved the way G.C’s true name rolled off her tongue. It was then that he began going by his given name rather than his initials. It was also the point at which the shadow of his future self began to emerge. The extremely thin, pretty junior high boy was replaced by a taller, extremely thin pretty high school boy who longed to escape to the few wild places left in the world.

He dreamed of the ivory trade, selling tusks only for boxes of ammo and cases of liquor. Of living in hammocks among natives who catered to his every whim, washing his hair, bestowing upon him an endless supply of cold Mexican beer and calling him Lord.

“We hunt elephant, Lord?”

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