Author Archives: German Jones

“I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We are all alone here and we are dead…. It is now the fall of my second year in Paris. I … Continue reading →

With puberty came insecurity and confusion. Questions about body hair and how two men might have sex with each other (because I was sure that I would like to do just that) sent me to the library’s sex and development … Continue reading →

Tony has a drinking problem. He is usually fairly eccentric and consistantly inappropriate, but when he drinks it becomes amplified to a deafening roar. For example, last night he was home alone and thought it might be nice to have … Continue reading →

What Christopher Isherwood teaches us: “Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face–the face of the child the boy, the young man, the not-so-young-man–all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and like fossils, … Continue reading →

German awoke deliciously at eleven in the morning. It was the phone. The portable one he keeps on the bookshelf by his bed. The other, less portable yet still wireless, phone had already sounded twice and was ignored. This most … Continue reading →

The legacy of German Jones is a long and winding road. This recent discovery has exposed a possible skeleton in his closet. This was taken from a Dylan fan site: “My view is that Mr. Jones is a normal citizen, … Continue reading →

Developing one’s sexuality is similar to reading a book. Well, at least for me it has read like a Choose Your Own Adventure story. It begins with a young boy witnessing his cousin peeing in an alley, and ends with … Continue reading →

I just realized that I’ve been hunting for a sensual experience to calm my mind. Little did I know that actually I would only excite it further. For days now I have sought solace in song and drink, food and … Continue reading →

Despite his preference for handsome men, Tony has always had a way with the ladies. And here’s the proof! Blurt just sent him this lovely card. And it’s lovely ’cause it’s true… Thanks, B.!

Tony is out of work. He’s been sitting around the house, naked and drinking 40s, for the last week and a half. Tony lost his modeling gig. And his hustler gig. And his position as a kept boy. Now all … Continue reading →