|tate hince-larince (larince) wrote,|
@ 2020-11-22 23:42:00
full name: Tatum Kennedy Hince-Larince
date of birth: September 23, 1991 (26)
hometown: Savannah, Georgia
status: Coming home. (♪ — An angel in person.)
Sixteen is a rough age. Just ask Olivia Larince. A girl with her whole life ahead of her, Olivia was the sort of teenager parents dream to raise. She had her head square on her shoulders. With dozens of scholarship prospects and a solid idea of where she wanted to continue her education, Olivia had big dreams of going anywhere but Savannah.
Two pink lines brought all those dreams to a screeching halt.
She thought she'd made the right call when it came to a suitor. He wasn't the quarterback, but he was a star football player on the varsity team. He said he liked all the same books that were Olivia's favorites and had a smile that could stop her heart from a hallway's worth of distance. Much like any adolescent boy his age, however, Devon Kennedy wanted nothing to do with a baby. Olivia was on her own.
Tatum Kennedy Larince was born the fall following her high school graduation. He was everything she had imagined that he would be: Big hazel eyes, a pert little nose, and a toothless dimpled smile. She fell in love with him immediately. At the risk of losing all she had ever worked to accomplish, Olivia refused to give him up for adoption the way that she had initially planned.
For the first several years of his life, Tate grew up in Olivia's childhood home with doting grandparents and a single mother struggling to balance work, school, and a child. Tate knew little about his mother's battle to juggle all of the figurative balls in her life. He knew nothing about her long nights spent crying alone in her room or her eventual dependency on stimulants. All Tate saw was a mother willing to play with him after bedtime, weave stories without any books, and sneak him candy when his grandparents weren't looking.
And then Tate didn't see his mother at all.
He was the one to find her, though Tate doesn't remember it. Selective memory, his child psychiatrist called it; Tate called it survival. Following her funeral, Tate remained in his grandparents' home, raised by the both of them in his mother's absence. Though they tried their best, enlisting the help of shrinks and tutors, Tate quickly became the sort of child to push boundaries. He liked to test people, but he especially enjoyed testing limits.
That was why, at seventeen, Tate packed up what little he owned in his old Chevy truck and took off without so much as leaving his grandparents a note. He had graduated high school with an impressive grade point average and had every intention to further his education, but he needed to spend some time discovering himself beyond the city he'd come to know.
After two years of traveling, Tate found himself drawn to Las Vegas. He picked up a part-time job, enrolled himself in college, and landed a place to live with a roommate he'd snagged the safest way possible (Read: Craigslist). Several years later, Tate found himself in the middle of law school, schmoozing the Vegas elite in dive bars and at charity events, hoping to snag a place at the table. A chance meeting led him to a brothel called Rattlesnake Ranch. The allure of the pay, combined with the ability to set his own hours, drew him in as a sex worker. He was there for roughly eighteen months before he was properly introduced to the man that would become his best friend and, eventually, his husband. In agreement, the pair left their mutual posts as sex workers to take their place as management, hoping to make an impact on a place that had given the both of them an adoptive family.
In May 2018, Tate graduated from the University of Nevada: Las Vegas with a law degree. Following the successful passing of his BAR, he and his husband began searching for locations that would allow them both to make the difference they so desperately sought.