The Vanilla Thrilla

Written by Jonathan Ames on September 28, 1999. Posted in Breaking News, Posts

I met Leslie in February of 1997 at the Den of Cin performance space beneath Two Boots Pizza on Ave. A. After the show I had attended was over, people were milling about, and I overheard Leslie–a medium height, barrel-chested man with thinning hair, a sweet smile, a peacockish posture and a vibrato of physical
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The Orgy

Written by Jonathan Ames on September 14, 1999. Posted in Breaking News, Posts

I don’t think I have been this existentially morbid in some time, perhaps not since my undergraduate days. I remember when I was a sophomore, under the influence of reading a lot of Beckett, I wrote a story called "The Ticket" about a man who gets hit by a train–a train that he had been
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Princetonian Jews & More Mangina

Written by Jonathan Ames on August 18, 1999. Posted in Breaking News, Posts

Yesterday, I called a taxi to take me to the train station. I was coming back to New York. The taxi arrived. Typical small-town taxi driver: an old-timer with a nose with big pores, slicked-back gray hair and glasses. This guy was big, though, a big old-timer. We had a 20-minute ride together. He
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A Friendly Whore in San Francisco

Written by Jonathan Ames on August 4, 1999. Posted in Breaking News, Posts

I was cruising around here last night, soaking up the atmosphere. I felt like I was in America. Or old America. People are allowed to fall apart here out in the open. And if they want to pursue vice, then they can pursue it, though with some supervision, some threat of arrest, so there’s not total chaos—I did see
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Jew England

Written by Jonathan Ames on July 21, 1999. Posted in Breaking News, Posts

I’m on an island 12 miles off the coast of Maine. It’s morning. Overcast. Cool. Out my window, I can see the island’s small yacht club—the numerous sailboats and the gray, old docks, alive in their subtle treading of water, resting on the chest of the tide, like my lady friend laying her head on my breast as I
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Out at the Princeton Club

Written by Jonathan Ames on July 7, 1999. Posted in Breaking News, Posts

Last night I gave a reading at the Princeton Club. The event was held in an intimate lounge and about 25 people were in attendance. It was mostly a handsome older crowd, with a few younger Princeton alumni thrown in. After I read the opening two pages of my most recent novel, which, naturally, featured a scene with sexual content,
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I’m Not Homophobic, I’m Homo-Neurotic

Written by Jonathan Ames on June 8, 1999. Posted in Breaking News, Posts

I was sitting at the counter at Des Moines Cafe reading, as I always do, the sports section of the New York Post. I was then joined by my new lovely friend, B, who is an accomplished and highly successful movie director—she has a Hollywood hit under her belt. But despite her success, she’s not at all pretentious in a
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