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thoughts, well accounts really:

Tu 7-05-2002

Black Monday

As you may have heard my friend Pim has been assasinated yesterday.

Fate ruled that I'm off to work in Germany all of this week. At a time that I do not want to leave the country. Wasdag yesterday was a dignified matter, adjusted music. Mostly the 'cat people' soundtrack by David Bowy, very fitting, and the porn on the screens was replaced by the news that kept us totally without words. I switched off the music on this page too and hope to be back here in a week. In an hour the prime minister and the people of Pim's list will decide if parliament elections will go on I think it should. Democracy has to stand firm in times like this. Politics in the nethetlands will never be as lively again as in the past months. I'm ashamed.

so sad.

Tu 1-05-2002

Sooo proud

There used to be a webpage that I was totally enslaved to. It was called 'Men In Their Underwear' and it was totally awsome.

It was filled with gorgeous boys in spectacular fotografy and it's layout was groundbreaking:

Superbly designed grafix, fonts, and all kinds of new tricks and java applets and scripts made my mouth fall open in total amazement every month when a new page aired and later on each day when dudes of the day shoved their beautiful bodies into my inbox. All that in a time where most other webpages were still struggling to crawl out of their text oriented basics. The page was run by Michael Linder. He really was my guru. Well, this guy just asked for a delftboys password! I'm so happy: singing all day!

Tu 30-04-2002

Queensday

Just saw a surprise performance of Queen, well the former guys plus guest singers in Amsterdam, masking it a real Queensday. For the rest: awful weather so no outside fun. Inside was nice enought! Fuk special was fine, only not much fucking tilL at least midnite, everybody took their time, since tueasday was national holiday. Music was extraordinary. We have the revenge of the seventies parties party on may the 8th. So we did a lot of research and rediscovered Devil's gun by CJ and Company, WOW, no wonder that was the Studio 54 anthem. I told you about Henk a while ago, I went to the Shaft this saturay and had the feeling Ihe would be there too. He was and I barely survived. Wow, was that a heavy session. He came a bit sooner than last time, otherwise I would not be able to sit here writing this. He has now moved up to the top 5 op people I had the most sessions with. Congratulations are due, for him, for me. No we will not marry, but he is my god, or devil. Nobody ripps my tits crueler, crushes my balls harder and fucks me deeper in the throat. Fingers shit from my as to my mouth and then kisses me passionately. He was gone 5 minits later, that's what I like about a guy, no romantic bullshit. Did some real fucking myself astraight after that shouldn't have, to have some spunk left for the monday. At my age . . .

Deciding on the act for the dwh ow stage is fun. Will it be duo Twarres, with Johan, a real sweety of a gay singer, or Di-rect, 4 guys from Den Haag, forming a skate-punk-rock band! Well maybe you readers can help out here: Who should we put on stage? I always think 4 is better than one, me with my dirty mind, but then again the one is gay. A dilemma . .

Th 24-04-2002

FUK

Well Judy has moved on, she'll be back to haunt us no doubt in months to come as she is on the template page I use whenever the current log is full (which is whenever my notebook refuses to accept more data at around 35 k I guess).
Judy's 'over the rainbow' was fast loading as she was only 211 k, but now needs to make room for more contemporary material, coming from the neurotic hands of the queen of our turntables at laundryday: Our very own demonic mrs. Corita of the eternal Orgasm. She needs 3.4 meg for her bit, so it may stutter if you're on a bad connection, or worse, you may even never get it up (oh dear, you need help, let me try, my pierced tongue and ass have a reputation to uphold when it comes to solving erection problems!). No serious, just read a bit while it loads and when that's done it reruns in one go. And it is GOOD and the one line lirics are what it is all about.

Anyway
Coming monday is the day before Queensday and our laundryday-FUCK-special. I do need a good working over so I'm lookin forward to a joyous event.

And as I'm on the subject: Last week while we were closing down, in comes Joshua, a gorgeous slutboy we had not seen for over a year. As just staff was left Corry and I feasted on the front and backside of his great bod and Fred took care of our dentist who also came in after closing time. They should not do that: We want to keep things compact and have all the sex done at the peak hour, so everybody can enjoy the show, but will we throw out gorgeous young flesh when it throws itself at our feet ? . . . . NooooWaaay !

Tu 22-04-2002

Joehooo

That's what housewives yell at ech other here to see if they're home when they want to borrow sugar or something.
It also has a pretty happy optimistic subtone to it:
and I needed that: bought a great image by Tom Jones to wash away my spring depression too.
It worked!

I've gotten my way with the dwh. Incapable barstaff has been thrown out completely, leaving a too small team, but there is only quality now, so I guess attendance will soar pretty soon and with that new staff. Quality, style, motivation and looks will be taken far more serious. Will have to if we want to survive. I may start a dwh shop pretty soon, called 'delftboy essentials'. Probably will need a parttime job to keep me afloat next to it for starters. But hey, this is a major devellopment for me.

did some great ass eatin yesterday at cockoo's nest, still the best place to be in Amsterdam on a spring sundayevening.

and
added an older B&W image by Tom here, made it negative and blueish to properly fit in my 'daro' - atmosphere here.

Tu 13-04-2002

Still angry and sad

For completely different reasons this time: Wasdag and DWH are getting back on their feet again, but work is the problem now: I'm ending my contract with Zuma without renewal. So it still is best to say no more about it right now.
Videoshoot at Vagevuur was excellent again and the results will be reveiled in due course. Trying to get new employment after 7 years on nonstop Zuma is not my main worry.

It's just deciding what I'd like to do most in what will probably be my last carreerchoice. I think it is time to be an entrepeneur now. Even though I've never been one thusfar.I'd like our community center to cater for more than just drinks and socializing and have the feeling that there is room for a gay book/gift/video/fetish store in our town, that also has a small adult moviehouse, and maybe a sauna in later years. That way the building can become a purely gay enterprise eventually. So I guess it is now time to focus on this dream. Starting this monday I'll be talking about ways of professionalising our DWH organisation at our cityhall anyway.

wow. No more running away now! Just one weekend to finish off my bathroom project. Steamroom, shower and urinal work just fine. Even if you want eucalyptus pumped into the steam, just push the button: it works! Now it's just the violet granite washbasin and the final tiling plus floor and ceiling and lights done, piece of cake . . . ?

Tu 26-03-2002

Angry and sad

it is a rollercoaster here:
last week's mondaynite was great.
now It's the opposite:
I got so mad sundaynite about the hetero skihut that my local gay retreat had turned into that I need to distance myself from it, before I do more damage than this is worth: I just do not want idiots to be able to run my place without anybody seriously supervising. I resign, well, I take a sabatical till the fuk-special for the moment.

This whole organisation is so used to it running on-and-on and-on-and-on-and-on . If there is no critical dynamics refreshing the air there I suffocate. If signals are not taken seriously: too bad! I've warned about the key issue a year ago. It surprises me that it has taken a whole year before our drinks supply was seriously robbed. Even a week ago (that is well after the robbery) the place was left unlocked a full 24 hours! Why bother getting new keys for hundreds of Euro's if nobody even bothers to turn them at night? The place does not run itself! If you think that you're seriously mistaken. If everybody runs away from my critisism, becoz I have this way to say it hard and raw, too bad: I'll stop bothering you NOW. It is time for me to run away too. I will not lose my sanity, or what's left of it, over this place.
I'll just say it one final time:
BETTER CLOSE DOWN THE SUNDAYNIGHTS
rather than having a hetero sleaze nite, with the most horrid SKIHUT-music.
This is really honestly because I mean well: Delft has proved to have quite a huge gay, but a much smaller queer population.
Gay meaning wanting to live quietly with the BF and partying a few times a year, preferably in a place where it is not likely you'll meet aquaintances thus reducing the rist of being cought in the act of having sex with other than HIM in the men's room. Queer I call guys making use of gay community facilities without hangups, mostly having no fixed lover. This group is small and reducing as we speak. Maintaining a nice meetingpoint for this latter group is not served by having our communitycenter open four nights a week. One night is so poorly visited that it's just exhausting our already strained bargroup. We all are served by meeting lots of guys so everybody will stay longer, consume more if we concentrate efforts on the 3 remaining nights!

for now I need feedback so:
Even if you want to yell at me for my political or sexual preferences. Do! As you may know I already eat shit so think of something more original please.

did just that this saturday at vagevuur.

Th 21-03-2002

politics again

for now I need feedback so: Have nothing to say right now . . .
after PIM just got did not get away with his second election debate. Or did he? He gave the opposition, mostly from our green/left partyleader Paul Rosenmöller, a free chance to kick him right in the balls. Why did he do that I ask myself? He took about 10 seconds to react. He could have made french fries of Mr. R. with his feared oneliners, but he did not! He kept silent. The audience roared, after R's remark, not that it was so cleaver, in fact it was cheap and below the belt, but a student audience just will react that way, urging the boxers in the ring on to deliver the final blow. I guess there is only one explanation for Pim's counting to ten and remaining silent: he loves the guy, and truly respects him. This of course is unheard of in politics, especially not toward the most diagonal opponent! It also may be strategy: He reached a shared number 2 in the polls for the national elections this week with only another 2 seats to go before beating our labourparty, that's been in power since WWII. It was a matter of days and he would reach nr1 in polls. Now that is an awful position to have two months before the election. Way too much risk of falling there. Better be courteous to mr R; let him think he won. That is how Pim thinks, and I know, coz I tick in the same way.

Dutch readers may get sick of me talking about PF, coz he's all over the media here 24 hours a day, but I feel the queer aspect is so unique, it must be interesting to foreigners too, to say the least. So another few lines about Pim, quoted here from old mate, of Softies days, Stefan Sanders:
Powerhomo
Fortuyn empitamises a new form of homsosexuality, the 'arrivé'. This type is meneater and not modest, melancholy, artistic, alcoholic, troubled. He is naturally queer, populistic, narcissistic and you do not have to feel sorry for the guy; that being the type of affection he will never permit.
The tv-debate was an example of the ultimate deregulation a powerhomo has on a group of old-boy-regular-political-veterans: the debate leader was reduced to the role of gay-bar-manager where 4 staight guys were cornered and intimidated totally by a Fortuyn tryumping on the dancefloor: a challenge here, a stab there, and the discomfort of the wallflowers rose by the minit. Fortuyn's queerness is no accident, as with the other politicians who always said 'that's not of your business and no issue in my politics'. Fortuyn at home is, I fear, even less private than in public. In the old days, when 'gays' were socialist we called that: 'in your face' the confrontation-method. Fortuyn's style reminds us of those happy times, even though the message has changed radically since then. Never before have I seen four heterosexuals so acutely indisposed as on this memorable dutch tv-revolution.

This exactly is why he has my vote and presumably most of the overall homovote: I lov the feel of getting even for 50 years of oppression, for all those days that I could not say to straight colleagues that they had a tasty but. I will make use of this newly aquired right to say what I think and do what I say!

Tu 19-03-2002

Wasdag

Yippie! Mondaynites at the DWH still is the nicest fixed date in my agenda. Yesterday was a great one again: We had a group session with a gorgeous young guy, who came in around closing time, stopping everybody dead in their tracks, just staring at this hunk, a real cocacola guy! He quickly said he was straight and just came looking for a friend who was supposed to be there, but was not. That did not seem to bother him and it also was no appearant reason for immediate departure. He just stood there, taking in the sight: still around 20 guys in various stages of undress or getting dressed again. This seemed reason to amend his first statement, maybe he was not all straight, he might be a bit BI. He really said that! He decided to accept the drink offered, and took off his coat. Within minits his pants followed and that seemed like the starting shot for the five remaining teammembers to just jump on him. That must have been his true intention as it posed no problem whastsoever.

I was at his ass, as you can imagine, and no sign of stress could be detected there too. My finger went in smoothly and was utterly welcome there. It checked out the environment, found some food and managed to get it from there into my mouth. He also did not seem to object to that, on the contrary: his opened his ass with both hands and offered it to my hungry foul mouth. Wow, was that yummy. That was it however, as on the other side 2 mouths had made him come. He got dressed again real quick, finished his drink and left. As I was also at the point of leaving before he came in I followed him out and we walked part of the way back together. He said he had enjoyed it, but I was not supposed to think that he would be back on our doorstep every week. In fact he would not be back pretty soon. That of course is perfectly allright and pretty much in line with the story below.

We're also on the point of getting some momentum back in the dwh fridaynights. The queer dance nites may be going on with just a touch of the monday feel added to the concept. Only without the dresscodes. Once every second month the Queer Dance Nite will be exported to The Koornbeurs, a general youth-and-student-club here. They have a gay chairman there, who's pretty jealous of our Deejays. Interesting, a good antidote to the highly succesful, but way too commercial gay-parties at Speakers, with bland eighties dancetunes played by resident 'Trudy Immergeil'. The acts there are pretty impressive too these days, our good old dwh friend, former Thea, Toos and Tessa member Willem did a masterfull Kyli last time as you can judge for yourself by downloading it from the dwh site.!

have decided on the soundtrack for my next diary page: I own this good old vinyl 12-Inch of the original 3 degrees's DIRTY OLD MAN. It is sooo appropriate, why have I not thought of it before? Because it's 8 minits and compressing it a lot is out of the question. But I guess you're used to the fact that my diarypages take some time to unfold by now. So look forward to that somewhere around july.

Tu 12-03-2002

SHIT !

Cannot say I'm surprised: the excursion planned for march 23 to the Vagevuur seems to fall through. Now if you've read the story of Jeroen you think the guy is sincere. And I guess he is, but how you can change priorities so quickly just is beyond me. I do know that diving into a shitscene like he did is not your easiest thing and that in itself deserves respect. It also is better for him not to take it all in that fast at his age, it may be clever to get your priorities focussed on local social affairs for a while, but passing on a motorbiketrip to what is really the most renowned event in this field in the world is beyond me. Even if you've had your load of shitfeed for a while. It still is an awesome thing to attend. Nobody there would force him into anything though. He could feed others, or just watch and take it all in, (visually, mentally that is), get to know the most illustrious extreme but ultracool crowd to be found at any party, any I've been to a few, like Berlin's LABoratory, or the legendary studio 54 and Mineshaft in NYC the seventies. Now passing on an invitation there after loudly proclaiming that it really is what he's born for is shitty, to say the least. Especially after I used my credit there to squeeze us both into the B&B long after it was sold out. Am I to conclude that what he says is not necessarily what he means? Or am I being an old farting nag? Well, it's his choice, his loss. Just goes to show that all this enthousiasm can be here today and gone tomorrow. Where is good old trustworthyness and determination?
anybody else want to join me?

And may I at this point remind you of this special page I made for my first website in 97 honoring that great organ and written by my hero Arthur Rimbaud (where did he get that second name). Go see DiCaprio play him in total eclipse. The story does have similarities with Jeroen's.

on an optimistic note:
to clear my mind I went swimming this morning, first time since my gruelling workscedule started in oktober. And even with lots of alcohol to flush out of my system I managed to do 500 mrt breaststroke and 1 km crawl in the 30 minits I was on then. Let's get those chest-muscles back to summer-shape!

Mo 11-03-2002

Drama over at the DWH

We had a few guys rob the place. The complete liquor cellar was emptied, lock stock and (beer)-barrels. Even the carbon dioxide cilinders were gone. And the worst thing is the thieves had a key: our over-trustful threasurer seems to have distributed over 20 of them amongst the volunteer barstaff. This is as clever as leaving the door unlocked and wide open all night and it also means that the insureance will not pay a penny.

Luckily the thieves did leave the sound equipment behind. It was all packed and boxed and ready to be shipped at the door, but they must have panicked or something: It was all still there; it only took me a full day, last monday, to re-install. It looks like someone wanted to get a new bar fully installed for free and thought: 'those silly naive queens are good for it'

Now there are 2 persons in our barstaff who are planning to get a new bar running. So they are suspects numero uno. Which does not mean we have evidence or proof, so officially we have no ground to kick them out. They are suspended however.
Re-admitting teammembers goes with more serious vetting than before, also assessing if candidates contribute to the atmosphere. The good thing is that we've gotten rid of a few horrid types and also gone is the too loud skihut-music and the outdated top 40 sample cd's we were feasted on every wednesday and sundaynight. Good riddance!

Anyway, the whole experience has once again purified the whole DWH and left us in good spirits. We're back to the old classic bitching queens routines as the next ad text to attract new barstaff proves:

anyone feel for the job of wasdag-barman?
we're a few short in our team right now.
criteria:
you must be nice and communicative
you must do the job in the dresscode of the week
we'd like to count on you at least once a month
if you're gorgeous and superhung it is a plus.

Th 7-03-2002

another season filled

in the record time of just two months! Too much is happening, you may conclude.
How do I keep up with myself?

So I start a new blank page here today
on the day that PIM wins Rotterdam elections
Wow, did Rotterdam !
Biggest party in one go! That makes for promissing parliament elections in 2 months.
For darkroom content, and especially scat adventures, you'll have to click back to
the previous page.
alhough . . .
If we are heading for a prime minister who sais:" I'm not going to accept that I'm called 'lower than a pig' because I like to stick my nose in a male ass" who am I to complain!

Here below it's just a virgin page still with only grafix and sound all newly prepared for future adventures.
wel the sound is a reprise as you may know . . .

for more on topic content just go back to the first two months of this diary. Thank u

or

winter 2002

It's all here

if you got the time
read on . . .