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Author Archives: German Jones
Tony or not Tony?
This must be the question. The vitality of the project depends upon it. It has come to my attention that some slanders have been made through this medium and I feel it is time to settle the score. Tony, in … Continue reading
Tony went to church!!!!!!
i love Sundays. I Love Sundays. I LOVE SUNDAYS! Especially when Tony goes to his “church.” Who knows where it is in this new neighborhood. To be honest, I do not care today. I have my own rituals to attend … Continue reading
Posted in journal, Tony
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Paper lamps and shower curtains.
Settling in to a new home is hard. No matter how many times we move it seems that we must always get new things. There is never enough. I just got back from the store where I picked up the … Continue reading
Posted in lust, memory, random, Tony
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Tony only travels by train
Looks like I have to buy a suitcase. Now that there have been real, unimagined comments posted, Tony has decided we must move. (Can anyone say hangover?) Move far away from what he has determined is my computerized portal into … Continue reading
Tony can't dance.
Don’t worry, he admits the fact. He almost flaunts it. I will always remember the night (despite the fact I did’t experience it first hand) he got invited to that college party in the off-campus alternative housing project. He has … Continue reading
Why Tony? Why now?
With new management, it seems I now have to provide you a bit more context so the story might be told properly. How I met my dapper-daddy. That sounds so sketchy to me. It isn’t really like that. Well, not … Continue reading
Tony isn't happy
Not even four hours and I’ve already been discovered. I didn’t even think Tony knew how to use a computer and now he has read all the previous correspondence. Or someone told him about it. I had no idea I … Continue reading
Dressing up.
You are very astute. I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, however, since you asked I must go ahead and air our dirty laundry, so to speak. No, Tony doesn’t actually own his tux. I asked him again just … Continue reading
Posted in boys, memory, random, Tony
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A fond memory.
Before Tony became so well-dressed, there were others. The first, Tony Clark, swam with me on MAAC. We wore speedos. It was either he or I or both (how sad that memories fall apart), but one of us had a … Continue reading
A blog about a superhero named Tony.
He already has his own theme song. (Go find your copy of Surfer Rosa, now!) He was a famous comedic alter ego. We all debated about his status as the boss. He always finished all his homework; raised his hand … Continue reading
Me and Mr. Jones 