My name is Jay.  I am twelve years old.  I live with dad and William in a small brownstone in New York City, New York.

I was adopted when I was a baby.  Dad adopted me because he wanted a son to love and call his own.  He then met William, and they've been roomies ever since.  So now I have two daddies; they got married when I was small. 

That's okay.  I really don't have any problems with that.  It's everybody else who does who doesn't understand the gay (or lesbian) lifestyle.  They look at us, and a lot of time, people make hurtful (or even hateful) comments about "our living arrangements" and give us nasty looks whenever we're in public.  It really hurts my feelings, as well as the feelings of my dad and William. 

We aren't doing anything wrong.  All we're doing is being a family, just like any other family. 

It's just that I don't have a mom, and that's okay.  (I used to: my mom gave birth to me, and then she died shortly thereafter, so I really never knew her.  I was then adopted by my dad as a baby, as I said before, and he then met William, so now I have two dads.)

I am like any other twelve-year-old boy: that is, I love to play sports (with my dads, my friends, or with other family members), watch television, read (I'm a sucker for "The 39 Clues" series of books; I also love the Diary of a Wimpy Kid" series of books; I'm hoping I get the new one, "The Ugly Truth", for Christmas), and veg out in my brdroom in the evenings before I go to bed.  Or I like going fishing, camping, or anyplace else with dad and William.  They always make sure that I have the best time, which I greatly appreciate.

The people who drive us crazy the most are the do-good Christians who say that we're going to hell because of how we live.  That's about the stupidest thing I've ever heard of!  Why would God be so mean to punish innocent people who aren't doing anything wrong except trying to live their lives as they see fit?  I guess this is one big reason why dad, William, and I aren't big on church or religion.  We are all athiests; we really don't believe in God.  To us He is nothing but a myth or a fairy tale.

So, as a result, we don't believe.  It's that simple.  Case closed!

I am looking forward to next weekend: because of it being Thanksgiving week, that means two days off from school, and that also means ... CHRISTMAS SHOPPING!!!!  I can think of some cool stuff that I can get dad and William for Christmas (new pocketknife, some cologne, bath soap for the shower, some books on sale, etc.).  I am sure they are thinking of what to get me, their son, for Christmas.  I hope I get the new "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" book by Jeff Kinney, or the newest hot video game!  Or some money; that would be nice to have some extra cash that I can spend! :)

I love Christmas shopping because we only shop for each other.  There's no other bratty kids hanging about, and we really don't have to shop for the relatives, although we do talk to Gammie (dad's mom), who lives in Alaska on both Thanksgiving and Christmas.  We don't have to worry so much about the hassle of the crowds because we go to a smaller store and get all we need in one place.  We also go the day before Thanksgiving, but we also go on Black Friday so we can make fun of the people who are nearly breaking their necks (and their pocketbooks or credit cards), trying to find "that perfect gift".

Well, I am going to go.  I am at school as I write this.  English.  Mr.  Puckett, our English teacher, wanted us to write a little something about ourselves, so I did.  And this is it.  Hopefully he will understand why I feel so strongly about my dads, and not be so quick to judge me (or them), like so many other people are!