At this moment, Jack Adams does not exist. But he is my identity, and my goal- someone who I wanna be. Born in Japan to an American couple, a father in the Air Force and a mother who was hereditary Deaf, I was a year old when they divorced.

Jodie took us, my brother Nick and I, back to Iowa where she would meet and eventually marry Doug whom gave her two more sons, Josh and Carter, before they divorced in South Dakota. Now dating and living with Tim, my former teacher, in Colorado, she is currently teaching American Sign Language in public school.

As for my father Victor, it wasn’t until I was eighteen that I looked for him. I moved back to Iowa and lived with him while graduating from Iowa School for the Deaf. He was surprised to find out Nick was gay, and I as bisexual; just as I was surprised to find out he remarried a hotel manager and had two more children, Chase and Maya.

Growing up was a tumultuous time. I chose Rochester Institute of Technology to live with my two best friends, Jacquie and Blake. I spent a year and a half exploring the psychology field before realizing my heart wasn’t in it. I couldn’t afford any more classes; I was flat broke. My name had become a burden, a name I won’t mention. I have chosen to be Jack Adams, no one else, nobody less.

However, I had just enough to afford an apartment with Q in downtown Rochester. We were in this together, even through our nastiest fights, and one ordinary day, we were offered a place in Houston, Texas. Life as we knew it for twenty years was incredibly dull. We took the chance.

We leave February 28th. That’s in almost one month.

We’ve already packed and said our goodbyes.

Found it. My home for the next five years. Houston, we have a winner.

Lost all my life, but like God, I’m thinking of a plan.