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thoughts, well accounts really:

Tu 13-08-2002

staying dirty

Martin, the guy who I told about in the previous entry, has been writing me about his progress in mastering his just aquired first PC. I enjoy his trial and error account immensely and just had to send him the following passage from the book that I've read in one go the past 24 hours. The book is called " Autobiography of a babyboomer" and it is by that other guy who, 3 months after his death, still will not retreat from that prime spot in my mind: Pim Fortuyn: It is of course my own translation in English and I hope I do him justice. I problably do, as English is probably the only school (HBSb) - discipline I'm miles better in. It still curles my toes when I remember his interview for BBC tv where he explained his view on islam: that was STEENKOLEN-engels! But then He was not going to be the English prime minister, no ours, ( they have not had an equivalent of Pim since Disraeli, or Oscar Wilde) or better our Queen B, where queen A was of course the real B (eatrix), who he did not hold in high esteem: on her I quote " that woman, she serves the wrong whiskey: Balantines, can you believe it?" Now that is being a real queen in my book! Knowing as he did that one day he'd have tea with her on a biweekly basis and she would then have read all his books and would have to find oneliners to defuse his venomous remarks.

Here's the bit I translated:
In Freudian analysis ones youth is of decisive importance, especially the first twelve years, where a person is formed. It must be said:after that a lot can still happen, but your emotional blueprint is pretty much fixed then and you'll have to do with it the rest of your life. Analysis has the ambition to scan through that print and try to readjust it at weak points. In he first bit it was pretty successfull in my case, but I have my doubts about the last. But it must be said I relived a few of my trauma's in such a way that I have had no more problems with them since the analysis. One of these was an overwhelming resentment of anything that has to do with shit. My mother had been really strict on that and with good practical reason. She had us trained very young and if you had farted in your underpants because you were too involved in playing to go to the toilet in time, you knew you had it coming. With me she was extra committed to get that over with quick. My little sister was born just thirteen months after me and the sweet soul tried to get me trained for both day and night at the beginning of my second year! And she succeeded, but with it the trauma was set. After that my mum has had to pay dearly for that success with the two following kids, who peed their bed till puberty. God is really righteous, be it that he does take his time. That resentment with shit played a big part in my homosexual contacts. I wanted to have nothing to do with boys or mens arses, but that is the same as a hetero man having problems with a vagina. That kind of resentment does result in a pretty impractical and one-sided pattern of sexual experience. It just is too limiting in your sexual options. Well, we got through this pretty thorough in the analyses and since that day there is nothing I like more than rimming, or asslicking for those not familiair with the gay vocabulary. I really don't know if that was my doctor's intention, but to this day that's one of the results of the treatment I'm most gratefull for.

I found it so great to read this bit back as a nonchalant sideline in a book that goes on in analysing the dutch political system and outlining his serious strategies in becoming prime minister. Especially since from my own experience I can confirm that he indeed was more gifted with his tongue than most people hold possible. That was indeed what I admire most in him and is so parallel with my own frame of mind: In babyboomers he tosses off all vulnerabilities. Everybody from this moment on could find everything that bourgeousy would hold as incriminating for a future prime minister in his own book! how clever: You want to hurt me? read my book! With it he made clear: this man can not - ever be blackmailed. Ad

We7-08-2002

staying sane

Having trouble keeping an optimistic approach to things again. Especially suffering is the team I work with at dwh: Because of summer absents and peaking attendances I get pretty touchy and take that out on the few staffmembers left, which does no good whats-o-ever. Just have to restrain myself I guess. I have made a resolution to be positive towards the coming new year students week, and keep my abundance of cynical thoughts to myself.

Martin the scatmaster has bought himself a pc! now that is fun. I do greatly respect older guys who don't shy away from new techniques. Am going to visit him later today to help him get to find his way around the net. He's gotten an artgallery on my Delftboys site recently (in the masterclass section!).

Outsiders touring nexzt week will be hard labour again. Hope it will go down well!

Met a young guy on the net called Jo. He's from Vienna. 19 years old and gorgeous and perverted. . . Aha . . Now I've got your attention. He's looking for guys to give him a lift to the Vagevuur Scatparties, so I'm switching to the German language here, to get attention of all you guys from Bavaria, Schweiz, Österreich, Slowenia, Italy, Hungary, und so weiter:

Ich bin ein 19 jähriger Student und lebe in Wien (Austria). Ich bin seit Langem extrem an Scat interessiert (nur als Toilet-Slave). Ich suche hier bisher vergeblich Männer, die daran interessiert sind. Ich suche nur Herren über ca. 50 Jahren, die dick oder übergewichtig sind. Ich meine das absolut ernst und bin kein Fake oder so! Nun, ich möchte unbedingt mal zu einer solchen Party kommen. Ich tue mir da z.Zt. noch schwer, dies in die Tat umzusetzen. Nicht aus Angst oder Scheu davor, als Toilettensklave zu dienen. Sondern einerseits, weil ich praktisch noch nie im Ausland war (ich bin am Land aufgewachsen) und die

Sprache nicht kann (etwas Englisch), andererseits, weil ich mir eine solche Reise nur schwer leisten kann. Das ist mir ehrlich etwas peinlich, aber es ist so, ich bekomme nur ein ganz kleines Stipendium. Ich bin sicher nicht darauf aus, jemanden finanziell auszunützen oder so! Aber ich dachte mir, dass es vielleicht irgendjemanden gibt, der diese Scat-Parties besucht, über 50 Jahre und dick ist, und der mich vielleicht einladen könnte (nur Fahrt + Aufenthalt). Ich würde ihm wahnsinnig gerne JEDEN Wunsch dafür erfüllen!!!

Ich weiß, dass meine Anfrage sehr ungewöhnlich und etwas anmaßend ist. Aber probieren und fragen kann man ja einmal, oder? Vielleicht kann irgendjemand von eurem Team dieses Mail weiterleiten? Ihr könnt mein Mail (+ angeschlossenes Foto von mir) gerne weitergeben! Oder in irgendein Forum stellen oder ausdrucken und wo aufhängen (Party?). Nochmals zu meinen Daten: Ich bin 19 Jahre, 172cm, 56kg, blond, blaue Augen, sehr schlank und hübsch, komplett (!) unbehaart, 20,5cm x 5,5 cm, beschnitten. Ich bin ausschließlich Sklave, lasse mich ficken, mache jede Art von Leck- und Schluckdienste, stehe auf extreme

Demütigungen/Erniedrigungen (v.a. Scat extrem, nur passiv!) und bin extrem masochistisch veranlagt (schmerzgeil an Eiern+Schwanz+Loch). Ich suche ausschließlich/nur (!!!) extrem dominante Männer über 50 Jahren, auf jeden Fall dick oder zumindest übergewichtig, lieber groß, gerne egoistisch, hart, ordinär, "rücksichtslos", versaut, pervers. Ich spreche Deutsch (komme aus Österreich) und mittelmäßig Englisch. Vielleicht kann jemand mit mir Kontakt aufnehmen?

hier ist seine e-mail adresse: joy2b4u@yahoo.de. DO get in contact with him if you're a dirty aggressive and old fat top with a car and time to spare. I very much would like to see you all at the Vag-scat on 28 september oder 23 november.

We24-07-2002

Busy weekend ahead

Rception in the local gay center of a the european beachvolleyball tournament that takes place at at Hook of Holland nudebeach. Then saturday editing more videomaterial in the Vagevuur and aa scatparty afterwards, Plus the naked sportstraining, run by Raiko this sunday and monday a laundryday saunanight.

forgot to tell you I had a scat adventure with a guy called Ruud in den Haag. Very nice, will meet him again this saturday and in Laboratory Berlin end of august.

Tu 16-07-2002

Dark desire; donker verlangen

Anybody listens to radio these days? We've got one, 1, serious radiostation left in this country, that does spoken word, without being talkradio.
Today they had a one hour documentary about darkrooms. The thememusic was made specially for it and is downloading and may have started playing as we speak, sorry read. It is in dutch, and here are some lyric-lines translated:

dark desire
shit! it smells like shit: open sewer, fermented cabbage, like chemical waste flown in on northern winds, like, hungry, obsessed, posessed, private property, menmeat and sweat after a hard days labour, lust and enjoyment, while I sip a nice cold beer, and pretend it does not stink. oh my god I'm so horny, as greasy gravy, I'm up for grabs like a takeawaymenu, in heat indeed, like a squeeking hinge, a half opened door, a bird of prey, it is suffocating, hot, what am I doing here?
Dark desire, again hanging around here, hardly lit corridors, the cellar of my soul, caught again, unsuppressable need, greed, continuing unrest, I got a bite, yeah, finally, he's handsome, broad, hard hands, throbbing crotch, acid taste of sweat, tension and suspence could be broken any second: act COOL! Avoid the eyes, contact by fingertips, muscles contracting, activating, arousing, shifting limits, ignoring pain, blood congealing, penetrating, explo-dating, more, more, more, more, meeeer!
Dark desire, I'm caught again, in the shadow of my soul. I always want more . . .
open the floodgates, thanx, I'll be back tomorrow.

It's just words, adjectives, translated as litterally as it goes, not trying to make it more than it is, purely descriptive, avoiding poetry, but still: It is nice that somebody took the trouble to make it into a thing of beauty, a fine art. As it is, at least to me.

I will get back to this program. I recorded it and need another listen. The song, probably the whole program, is available at vrolijk boekhandel. The song is made by Charles Lucker (better known around here as Vera Springveer) and played by the former Herman Broodband. Charles is on tour with them and this fall we expect a filmdocumentary here by Eddi Bal.

Fr 5-07-2002

Camchat

Yeah, The old campage with the 1998 layout is all up and running again, but now at delftboys. and within 5 minits of it running I got into a chat through Yahoo Messenger with a guy I better call dc here. I respect and honour everybody who is willing to really come out with all his fetishes and extreme fantasies, but I just did not come around to discuss that with dc: We both left the chat as if the police was chasing us right after cumming. I do want to give you a peek at how he looks though:

now isn't that amazing! This fantastic gold-brown body was all mine both front and behind. More details are on the page of the chat itself. I did once insert a complete chatsession in this diary, you remember back in february, but they are long, cumbersome to reformat to this diarylayout and look monotonous, so I moved this one nextdoor and added some of the campix and of this great musclehero too.

Su 23-06-2002

Final curtain on my Zuma days

The day before I left to do what probably will be my last show in Germany for quite a while, I got talking to an old friend at de klup, his name is Auke. He's the guy who's been doing the Lodewijk Dimpel cartoons in the gaykrant for ages. I was amazed to find my dementia had progressed to the point that I'd completely forgotten that he'd been accompanying me on quite a few work trips, like my first tour of Germany in 1983 or so, when we did a dance thing in the Royal Ludwig opera house in München, where all locals theater workers were drinking full pints of beer at 10 in the morning to our amazement.

Well, the last Zuma show in Ludwigshafen is behind me, to my relief. Funny thing is how easy it all went in the end: I've gotten to know many of the local tech guys pretty well and working with them was so much easier than in the past. It may have taken a while but this last year of seting up went like clockwork, even though it was much more up to me with Tom gone and Seb hardly speaking German. Looking back I feel Zuma technically has come a long way from the first time I went along on the German gigs, improvising lightques on a local 'Lichtpult'. I do hope they'll keep the growth momentum going in the German circuit. So much has been invested there, but much still has to be done. Good communication on tech-stuff is essential. It would be great when the days of scaling down the Dutch show for Germany can be left behind. Also a word of respect to Jeff, he was the singer I had most friction with at the beginning when we both started with Zuma, now we're both leaving he somehow feels most attached. Maybe that is because all others are full already with the next project. Well Jeff, somehow sincere respect has grown in the years. thanx, and goood luck! I'll also miss the fans, staying in their seats to watch me take down the set (and take pix of my rings and tattoos). I saw a concept photobook to be released by Zumafriends. Everybody should get a copy of that when it comes out: Grafixs, are amazing and the photo-quality is just INCREDIBLE! I've never seen better pictures of zuma live, not by any professional photographer! On the adventure: I'll miss cruising the Englische Garten in München, but will not be short on that either: I got a trip to Berlin as a goodbyepresent!
good luck boys with the new show in september

Now It's on with the current project: the outsiders theatershow will start running in a month! The video, shot at the Vagevuur, as told here before, is edited, the poster I finished a week ago and is being printed and publicity is rolling. Wow! Good to be doing an explicit gay thing again. Had not done that since early eighties, but I feel the time is right for it again.

For a better view of the image look here

Tu 19-06-2002

Shaft again

Just had to go there becoz I had not written down Richard (shaft manager) his phone number and had an aoppointment with him tomorrow to check out the venue for the WARFUCK play, which will run in Rotterdam on august 15th, I'll get back to that when all publicity is ready. Now I just want to tell you, that when you least expect it, there is some great sex looming around the corner: Nice guy I met upstairs, great dick, not huge, but rockhard and a nice curve up, like on the Lukacs naziskin painting on the left! Did some fantastic mutual fucking and came in his face. Hmmm, still feel him in my ass.

On my was out I met Herman, you may know him if you're from this country. He was Pim's chauffeur and butler, so his picture was on this page two months ago in the report on the first dramatic Fortuyn-night, as Pim got out of LN and started his own list and declared he'd be the next prime minister. You remember? if not, look here. I've met him quite a few times before, but he always was pretty reserved and closed about his work for Pim, rightfully. Now he talked like there was no tomorrow: He was doing fine and was picking up his own life. He'd had 3 offers to publish a book of his adventures. Also told about the goings on with the gravebuilding in Italy. That there is room for six other people in it, as Pim had told him he wanted it nice and spacious and he did not want soil over his coffin. It may be quite a while before he gets company there, but he will not be lonely there later on. He also told how the dogs Carla and Kenneth are also slowly getting their old enthousiasm and playfulness back.

he has made a website on which you can follow the goings on of Pim's dogs. If you want to have a closer look: go the the doggies-website.
Sooo sweet.

Fr 14-06-2002

dilemma, sigh . .

Thought Amsterdam Gay skinheadsweekend and my fav Vagevuur nite were on the same date. But luckily the first is on the 21st of july, the scat on the 27th. It would have been a hard nut to crack. I already made the choices: friday A'dam starting at 16 hrs at Nieuwezijds or so. Then partying on to Dirty Dicks and Manhole at the end.

Saturday, to Eindhoven then and it seems I have Will from Paris visiting too, for a private foto/videoshoot, hmmm . . .

Mo 10-06-2002

52 and proud, sigh . .

I'm not gonna make a fuzz.
That is the only thing that I did not like a bout Pim. he was about my age, but still was looking for that next dream guy.
he knew that he'd given up the dream and that's why he could concentrate on the matter at hand, the road to the CATS house (let somebody from the Netherlands explain that or look here), something I still can NOT.
I'm going to do that bit different. I'm getting old gracefully. I'm not going to leave out all the ugly bits: We all know, there are more queens at the upper side of my age, and I can relate to them on a more even level than the vast lake who are still afraid to show themselves at the bottom (bottom yeah) end of the age scale. If they were really silly cows I would not mind, but silly cows tend to have the most adorable bodies. Problem is: they all have so much self esteem, well, not for much longer, If I had a say in the matter . . .

Sa 08-06-2002

25

I act like I'm 25.
That's not bad:half my age! Test yourself? Take it here.

Tu 04-06-2002

rightwing skinheads

A fitting image to accompany this bit on the left, by attila richard lukacs, but first: the item of two days ago, below, has stirred quite a bit of commotion. Some thought of it as betrayal, others as an old queen nagging for not getting enough attention. All partly true, but it is my way of getting to cores of things. It may not always be nice, but it must be done. I've talked with all people involved yesterday and there is no intention of doing damage to the long term goals: the queer-party-offensive is on course, which I guess is a live-or-die issue for homoculture here in delft for the coming years.
maybe I should once again say here that everybody's welcome to join in discussions:

Again, coming back to the red thread issue here, Pim: since he died his books, his tv appearances and songs about him are constantly crowding bestsellerlists (3 books in top 5; a video and the awful song mentioned earlier at nr1, a statue being built) Old republisized columns of him show he was an independent soul a long way back: He was never afraid to go out and find truth at the roots of our society. Here are two translated fragments from a student-paper of the early nineties:

Here I am, in his boxershort, my dick where his was just a few hours ago. The linnen now tight around my ass that so finely highlighted his. Prince Andrew I call him, 21 years old, Bulgarian mother, English father, no father really; my prince got himself a new father yesterday on the beach. Talk and talk, reasoning, deep feelings, hidden away, veiled eyes that just now and then reflect some light of virility. Eating, drinking, then bed; my bed. Great clumsiness, yet so perfect. His head leaning on my neck. His right leg pressed between mine, soft moaning, light fuck movement while I knead his perfect buttocks. Our bodies fit together as if God created them for this purpose only. So I pray clumsily to the holy virgin: Holy mother Maria, please let me keep this body for always; it sounds childish, greedy, inadequate.

Almost at the same moment Andrew rizes and steps naked onto the windowsill, giving the most breathtaking view on his body. He thinks, he sighs, a lot. I watch and slumber on, for over an hour. Then he dresses, irresolute, boxershort in his hand. I make a queeny remark: he surely wasn't thinking of leaving it as a souvenir? Furiously he throws he shorts out of the window and sais this situation makes me feel like shit. That he thinks he's hetero anyway. Then he grabs me, and forcefully kisses me on the mouth, violently working his tongue inside my mouth. Then a long quiete embrace, and another one. We walk down together, kiss goodbye. He walks off. Tomorrow he'll be a thousand miles away.

Back in my room I find his watch on the floor, next to the bed, our bed, and fall asleep. When I wake up the next morning and go into town I find his boxers hanging on a wall across our hotel. I take off my own shorts, and pull on his. A weird sensation overflows me. As if I've stepped into his skin. He's still with me, while the boat to Peloponnesos takes him further and further away. He'll be back, my Andrew, I feel it and I will be welcoming him at the front door as if I've done nothing but wait for him ever since. Like in the lost son parable. I won't ask anything; no explanation. Just an embrace and I'll say: ' welkom thuis my little Prince, my Son '
('93)

This is so real, honest, it brings me to tears. Many Pim things still do.

another one, quite different:
Police and the Ministry of Justice got themselves a new ennemy: the 'gabbers' (dutch name for skins and hooligans who enjoy ultra monotonous 200 BPM trance-house). These guys are your age (he adresses students here), well trained craftsmen with LBo and further education. Most have good jobs. They identify from you lot by their own culture. Sportjackets, with the national flag on the back. Nikes and worn Levis. The weekend is what they live for. The drink, dance on their own deafening gabber-house, while consuming all kinds of pills, thus turning saturday and sunday into a both stimulatying and mellowing extacy. Politically they're right wing. That's were the interest of police authorities for them is rooted. Gabbers feel the Netherlands are going down the drain, that our Dutch identity is watered down to an all time low. They say nobody gives a shit about our national heritage. While they study it from the funding of our republic to the present day.

Try to find that within our current student population; fat chance! They're not interested as they must concentrate on preparing to be a world citizen or a European. They're being led the way by our minister of foreign affairs (v.Mierlo), who when asked what he thought about Dutch citizenship said,I've never thought about it. In the UK or Germany that would cause a riot. Not here, our political debate focusses on parking meters and magnetstripes. I agree with the gabbers about the inflation of our land's identity. Be it put provocative and exaggerated.

The provocation is directed especially at immigrators, who are held first responsible for erosion of our identity. Here they mix up cause and consequence: The erosion is caused by our, your, sickness of nihilism and culturerelativism, which is fed by a wrong approach of economic and cultural internationalisation, a process that will go much further before it gets better and will put enormous pressure on mental well being in this country. That's dangerous.

Operation internationally will only prosper if founded on solid self awwareness, both on positive and negative aspects. Internationalisation is dangerous because the mondial scale is trusted to less and less institutions; less regionally based responsibilities. Public offices running on scales no individual inside or outside of them can relate to. Who cares still about local governement in your village, city, regions, our land? That will be the question for the decades to come. Important, as we still have to relate to each other in this small and surveyable geografic entity. Gabbers focus our attention there, and it is advisable to listen and listen good. Only where the point to foreigners as the erosion factor of our nation they do need some more schooling. I should say, there lies a field wide open for you guys as you're supposed to be educeded in the field of history and self identity. Then police and Justice can do what they're supposed to: catching villians! ('94)

Su 02-06-2002

Another bit of quoting and rethinking:

The quote:
Fact: I love my guy. He's taught me how to love again, as a matter of fact. He brought back to life a charred and withered organ. (Uh, that's my heart, not my cock, you idjits. That organ was functioning juuust fine, thankyouverymuch.)
Thats from pozlife, who together with slutboy runs a greatly loved diary from the heart of the hot city New Orleans (I know, I sweated it). It goes from mountains of extacy to valleys of depression, and since I've been there, I rather read about the heights and depths of relationships than live them.

but then again:
I keep going through te same sort of thing in my relationship with our communitycenter:
It may be that it is now run by likeminded souls, but, BOY, do they make the same mistakes as the old sorry lot! here's what they commented on my writings of yesterday:
"Het zou erg helpen als je de laatsten der Mohikanen, en daar hoor jij zelf ook bij zoals je donders goed weet, niet ook nog eens de voet dwars zet als ze proberen om ons kluphuis te redden en weer uit de prut te trekken. Dus zet voortaan in plaats van je boze tovenaarshoed eens je feestmuts op in dat kluphuis van ons." which in english sounds like: It would help if you, as another last of the Mohicans, would be more constructive in our efforts to resurrect the place and put on a partycap instead of the wicked-witch attire.
Well, They may get mad about me for critisizing them, but if they cannot give a serious answer to a question about what a meeting that late was all about, and what made it so important that the whole bar had to do without music for all that time (our clever chairman had taken home the powercable!!), they're missing the point alltogether. They should talk to the guests instead of to themselves. In-breeding always was the biggest danger at DWH. Keep channels open to your audience. We've seen too much of licking your way up and kicking down. I can be pretty nasssty when you do not respect me, Corrie. Do not for a second presume all that comes from your mouth smells fresh.

learn guys: it takes hundreds of meetings and more than an OW or whatever danceparty to get anybody back to LG22 once they took the trouble to come and get truly disappointed. And do not think you do all this hard work for all of us; that does not register anywhere. You do it for yourself, and to yourself. Period. And if you cannot listen or give a serious answer to your guests on a fridaynight, you get this shit, or worse.
You may be better on reading than listening, and I may be better at writing than saying, I don't care, I said this before: Just do not shut down your channels for critisism. It always gets back to you; with a vengeance. If I have the feeling you listen my tone does pitch down to a friendlier frequency. And everybody in there right mind knows this is not meant as a threat. I chose the opposition benches. Just be happy you got serious opposition and do not make the PvdA mistake.

Sa 01-06-2002

Incredible quotes

YAYA, you may get bored, but I just don't: there is so much vigour, wisdom and power-to-advance in all this, that I have to keep boring you:
The quotes are from Joost Eerdmans, former nr. 297 on the CDA (oldest/biggest dutch political party) waitinglist to the job of assistant dustbincleaner, now member of parliament for Fortuyn's party:
I'm so incredibly proud that I chose for him
To hear that from a levelheaded hetero guy is a mindblow!
another bit of quoting:
Pim always said, start thinking of what's thinkable, not of what's achievable. Now, that is a motto!
Anyway,
Im not going to bore you with these -minute- wisdoms, you were not here whem Pim was campaigning, so you probably think: 'he's floating again' You're probably right, but it keeps me moving on, so fuck what you think.

I'm in a spell of hating the smallmindedness of my local friends again, who now fall into the trap that all who walked that way before fell in: they think they're really smart. Having meetings till 2 AM !!! Thinking they can get clever at that time is not very clever, in my book. I must keep my distance, so tonite I'm again on my way to Eindhoven to a bodycult party. That is: branding, tattooing, playpiercing, suspension, and the like, or NO PAIN, NO GAIN ! I'll take the vidcam along in the hope of getting approval to capture some of the action.

you'll find it here, or not.

We29-05-2002

New page again

Everytime you hear Judy here you know a new leaf is turned. Somewhere in the coming month I'll probable find sound that reflects recent thoughts better. Judy is really good at lifting my spirits and optimistm, so I hope you do not mind that I keep coming back to her.

Th 30-05-2002

Marriage

Was at the marriage of Erik and Raiko yesterday. You regulars here will know I'm not one to promote marriage, not even gay marriage, I did enjoy the one I was at yesterday. It even made me cry for a short moment. Yes it was emotional, yes it was romantic. And as most of you are from other countries, where you cannot even get married, and 'Eric with a C', my downstairs-neighbour, was present too with a handfull of cams, I thought I'd give you a small report here.

Erik is owner of the gay bookshop, the one across the Royal Palace in Amsterdam called Vrolijk and Raiko is known as SM-master and organiser of the Nude Sports Club Amsterdam.

Here we all are in the ' van Hall ' weddingroom at cityhall Amsterdam. the lucky couple is up front in the center as you may gather.

Here we have the two bridesmaids
Their caps were popular amoungst the young nephews:

I was moved twice. First time by a fantastic performance by two of the Amsterdam Statsons, a linedancegroup, who did a very moving Wedding Waltz, that moved me to tears at it's finale with a very touching kisspose, and second time by Karin Spaink, Dutch writer, suffering from MS, who managed a dance with Raiko. At 16h30 I had to run off in the middle of a show by Dolly Bellefleur, coz I had an appointment at the GGD for the final HIV test as part of the Vaxgen trials. The result I will publish here as I get it. (Better not, I mean, they have the no news is good news policy).

After that I figured the dayparty would be almost over and I could just as well cool down from the emotions at the Cuckoo's darkroom. Which felt weird, because I was in my gala outfit: boots, chaps, jacket, white shirt with leather tie and the fullsize nosering to complete the impression. Anyway, it worked: I got lots of attention by a different league of guys, mostly the Amsterdam stock-exchange type. With a guy called Carlo I got into a really yummi scat session upstairs at the Web. I would not mind a reapeat, if he reads this.

2002 may

It's all here

my wholwe acount on Pim's last months
and so much more
if you got the time
read on . . .