Jamie Gillis

The result is much more than just a biography of an adult film star; his film career plays a significant part in his story, but Jamie was never defined by porn films. It’s a unique and compelling blend of biography, random memories, diaries, existential musings, quotations, letters, and remembrance of times passed. For an audio interview with Jamie, please listen to our podcast here . “In one corner James Watson, co-discoverer of the DNA double helix. And who’s he chatting up? Porn star Jamie Gillis . Only in New York, kids, only in New York.” Over the next few years I became better acquainted with the Watsons and enjoyed their company on several occasions. I was a dirty boy from the time of my very first memory at age three when I was in the hospital with contagious thrush. A glass enclosed room separated the screaming children from their visitors. Mom just sat there complacently as I jumped up and down in my crib-like bed and wailed in her direction. Actually that was her general demeanor at all times – very unaffectionate, no touching, no holding, and no kisses. I don’t think she was being cold or cruel. She was just generally exhausted by life, having had six children and very little money. She was a quiet woman who could not bring herself to talk about sex and was never able to answer my insistent question: “Why does a woman need a man to have a baby?”. She finally asked my dear brother in-law, Dickie, to explain the facts of life to me and he did a good job, letting me know that the man’s “tinkler” went inside the woman. One day while walking in the park I picked up twigs and branches that I liked the look of and was approached by a few bullies who grabbed them away because thought they might be something of value. When they saw how ordinary they were they handed them back to me and left me alone. They could not grasp the fact that I thought the wood was just interesting looking, and they treated me kindly as if I was demented. My heroes were typical boy heroes, cowboys and supermen and a comic book character called Captain Blackhawk who would do stuff like parachute into communist countries and carry out top secret operations with his private army. There was another side too though: The part of me that liked to occasionally curl up with a comic book aimed at girls. I don’t really recall much about them but a small percentage of my comic reading time was spent on them. Dad got himself a girlfriend with a beautiful 17 year old bitch of a daughter named Joy who became my girlfriend for a short time. Mom was fat, fierce and was very proud of her white plastic covered couch which was reserved exclusively for company to sit on. Along with the family, I was not considered “company” and was forbidden to sit on the couch. Joy, being her mother’s daughter, had similar rules. It was the era of frozen hair, all sprayed and lacquered (or whatever it was they did) and every hair perfectly in place. I was allowed to fuck her but NOT allowed to get my filthy hands anywhere near her hair. She would get herself into positions where no strand would come undone. One of her favorites was to lie flat on her belly and watch TV while I sat up behind her with my cock pounding away. She never showed any sign that she was being fucked. At the time the whole thing didn’t seem very erotic but later on in life I developed a fetish for women who ignored me, or, perhaps more accurately, pretended to ignore me while we had sex. I liked it when they watched TV or read the paper. One woman actually did a crossword puzzle as she leaned over a counter while I quietly slid in and out so as not to disturb her thought process as she groped for the correct word. Joy was a perfect little brunette but she wanted to be even more perfect and was planning on getting all her perfect teeth capped. She also solemnly swore that after she was married she would be getting up an hour before her husband to put her makeup on. He should never see her before she wa