James Jamesson Declares Himself God, Describes Cumming In His Own Mouth

Any other porn stars who think they have a cool blog can go ahead and stop. James Jamesson, whose blog has become my new favorite gay porn star blog in the history of gay porn star blogs, has outdone everyone with his latest entry. He’s even outdone himself, which was pretty hard to do considering his last two posts explored the psychological and spiritual effects of psilocybin mushrooms and how being on salvia can lead one to have “no recollection of anything, who you are, where you are, or how you got there.”

Below, behold the evolution of–and the enjoy the contact high from–James Jamesson:

The name James Jamesson is a title for my personality in public. The reason I started to use “James” was it’s a term I had used to codename drugs or drug use. The next step was replication because your adult entertainment name should be easy to remember, the next step was finding the right last name that started with a J, which immediately sent me to the name of Jameson as in Jenna Jameson since she’s undoubtedly the queen of porn, I crowned myself king. But I decided that adding a second “S” in Jameson would give a personal feel and an addition to my character as James James’ son, who is his own father, as James Jamesson. He is the epitome of autonomous. He governs himself by being his own man and his own woman. A being truly, complete-in-itself. And although the name is made-up, the character is not.

While in jail for a possession charge, was when I decided to do porn. I thought the best way to conquer my shyness was to have an orgasm on camera and show it to the world. To say the least, it worked. Some people would say that I have self-destructive tendencies, demonstrated by my choices and my goals but I counter: how would somebody whose never exposed themselves tell me about my-self? I learned how to forget all self-knowledge and revaluate all values and virtues. I keep what I deem ‘important’ or ‘valuable’ and toss the rest.

I’m going to start this story at the death of a friend. Days after my 19th bday my best friend died of a motorcycle accident. It was a horrible day and it didn’t get any better for months. After his death I decided I wasn’t going to do drugs anymore and that’s exactly what I did. I haven’t done any hard drugs since then and I will continue to keep it that way. But that didn’t mean don’t sell them. I went to jail for a possession of cocaine charge. I sat there and did my time just to make sure I didn’t get probation. While in jail I read tons and tons of books. Got extremely adept at card games, penuckle is my game, and learned a lot about board games such as chess. I completed a few in-jail programs where they “rehabilitated” me. Yeah by making me wait for someone to tell me what to do so I know it wouldn’t be wrong, instead of being a man of righteous action and knowing, I’m right. What a way of rehabilitating someone, by making them think need to be told what to do, that they couldn’t possibly find things themselves. That’s basically my jail time in a nutshell. Now onto being “released into society” like I’m some kind of sick animal.

After my release I immediately sought out a job because I knew that’s how I would continue to stay drug free. You see, “addiction” is a human trait, everyone who has “wants” has addictions, the difference between these addictions is some are socially acceptable, and some are not. Back to the story, I started scouting local gyms and within a few days, I had a job working at the front desk. Which isn’t a very pressing job, in fact it’s extremely boring. During my down time at front desk I found what I was looking for, the local porn company. I applied and a few weeks later I heard from the studio. We set-up an interview and after the interview I was booked for the next months shoot.

After a month had passed it was time for me to show what I’m made of. I showed up at the shoot house and my first scene was a solo where I self-sucked. That went good and pretty much according to plan except, the cumshot, that was one of the oddest experiences I have ever had. When I came, all of it came at once, literally like somebody had cracked an egg and dropped it on my face, being that I have never came like that in my own private time, it caught me completely off guard. But I managed to keep my head on my shoulders and that was that.

Day two, was a little tougher for me, I had never played with a boy before and never performed with someone else on camera. So the scene was a little slow and I wasn’t really sure how to react to all of this but, I sacked up and finished the scene and that was that.

About a month after that shoot, I did some, more like a shitload(which is a technical term for a whole lot or more than average of something), of psilocybin mushrooms and that experience changed everything. That is what I would consider my transition from being a boy, to becoming a man. In those 8-12 hours or how ever long it was, I learned so much about myself and what I am and meant to be, that I couldn’t go back to the way it was. My everything changed. From that point on, all I did was climb up, everything was a step, leading to yet another step. Nietzsche makes a good point about this, “If you want to get to the top, you ought to climb without thinking too much.” And, that’s exactly what I did and still am doing. I’m in a constant flux of evolution and don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

A few months later, the same studio had a few models miss their shoots and I got a call. That’s when I said to them “I’m ready, let’s do this.”

Now I am confident beyond any borders. My ego is gigantically huge but is also non-existent because it doesn’t end. To me, everything outside of my body, is still a part of me, including you.

This is pretty much how it works: I am a lonely god. In my loneliness, I created the universe. “Nothing” existed before me, and anything that claims to have existed before me is a very clever and elaborate story I made up to hide my loneliness from myself until I’m ready to know the truth, which is the meaning of the word “apocalypse”. This will repeat until I am perfect-in-myself and need no outside stimulation. And that my friends, is how you become immortal.

[James Jamesson: “The Preface Of James Jamesson”]

[.gif image via Gay Porn Blog, stills via Next Door Male]