| 31-12-2005 |
just before midnite Being the country with the worlds highest population and cable tv density gave us a disadvantage for the past years. Us being pretty multilingual made our analog tv packages so good (offering most of europe's public channels) that nobody got themselves satelite reception. Only now, when cablecompanies here start offering additional digital packages, we catch up. My new digital tv box may turn me into an heretic, seven science channels, 7 movie channels, 5 porn channels (99% heterosexual mind you), 5 BBC channels, it's just too much: instead of watching the usual new year's eve tripe of cabaret and best-of shows that repeat what we've seen too much of already, I was now watching the BBC's supreme depiction of one of the greatest miracles of the post Christ period. The life of Michelangelo and how an out homosexual was able to shape the entire city where this faith was rooted that diefied the basics of his existence and so much more. It is now an hour before midnight, so I'd better be off to celebrate with some friends of living flesh and blood.  |
| 31-12-2005 |
getting ultimately sentimental: Yep, the worst day of the year, weatherwise: we had a weather-alarm yesterday. Something that happens very rarely in these, moderate sea climate, regions. We were advised not to venture outside from 4 PM until this morning. Let alone travel, as if any trains, busses, planes would still be going. But is such an advise not the ultimate challenge? As you could have read in earlier entries, I was very much looking forward to the "Shaft reunion" event. And the Shaft also being the home of MSR, the Rotterdam division of the ECMC (European confederation of homosexual motorcycle clubs) I very much wanted to go on the bike. But, having fallen down last year in a less powerfull snowblizzard in Den Haag; not being able to get the bike upright, because both my boots and the tires kept slipping away, on the middle of the cities main traffic knot, the Rijswijkseplein, is the ultimate humiliation, if not pretty dangerous. At times like that it seems I have the most effective guardian angel one could wish for (you should know I'm a long time survivor of the virus too, with lots of my friends and lovers dead, I'm still negative, I'm not kidding, and have been tested bi-annually for a long time). Just when I thought 'I gotta get out of here, before I'm hit by a car that will slide into me', a policecar stopped behind me, switched on its alarmlights, blocked to path for oncoming traffic, and out came two strong guys who helped me get my bike upright, on the condition that I would not try to continue my journey with the bike. As locals know, two railwaystations are very nearby that square, so I agreed gladly. They did not even ask me to do a breath test. So I was only too lucky to have escaped a lot of hardship when I came to pick up the undamaged bike the next day. As weatherprospects looked èver more bleak, I had to drop the option of going to Rotterdam by train: they stopped running at around 18 hours. To the rescue comes . . . TARATATAAH : Martin of Holland ! He has a rusty old little Fiat car, that miraculously passed its annual road test more then ten years after they should've been banned from Dutch roads. Sure he was not going to be held back by a few snowdrops. And indeed within 20 minits he was at my front door. The motorway was as good as empty, as all others had cancelled their travelplans, but we slowly but surely ploughed our way to Rotterdam in a car with just 750 cc's of cilinder content, less then my bike! Now on to the event itself: you probably thought that on a night like this attendance would be close to zero, but, this being the cult event of the year for the Zuid Holland province, everybody had that same feeling; they just had to be there, so most had taken the trouble of getting to Rotterdam before the blizzard hit, so the place was already packed when we arrived. WOW! And I must say, it is a worthy follow up for the nearby old Shaft premisses (Shaft was 'sGravendijkwal 100; GayPlee is nr.92 ), a lot cleaner than the predecessor, but the action, both on the bar level as on the well equipped first floor, was as if we never had left our good old legend sleazebar.
and maybe I'm late to find this guy, but now I did I sure want to pull along all other gay nerds to this compelling performer. Mr Jonny McGovern alias GayPimp!
I do want to pass on this great vidclip and hope we get to see a lot more of this in the next season. |
| 26-12-2005 |
getting more sentimental: We've tried to really do great christmas movies for december at our gay community center here in Delft. The day after christmas we have Maurice, yes that is the link to its best review online. But the first week we had 2by4, which I thought was really great too: a group of Irish and down and out constructionworkers get èver more depressed. So, to get you in the Christmas spirit, do click on the audioplayer, for the end credits song from it.
I've got myself a digital tvbox this week so instead of the list of public access movies below I've been able to view a few hundred more. Amongst them, the Harry Potters and Lord of the rings I had not seen yet, Troy, and now I'm watching Mr. Rupert Everett as a delightfull Sherlock Holes overloading himself with drugs and alcohol and being what we now would call gay. . . (holmes and the case of the silk stockings). All that did result in me not going about the intended project of editing this summer's video footage shot at Strassbourg and Copenhagen. I hope I can make up for that if the list of to view movies below allows for it. I do need a few more movies that will genuinely make me cry over next week: |
| 15-12-2005 |
getting sentimental: New York had its Mineshaft, I visited it once around 1976.  Rotterdam had a similar place simply called Shaft. It survived a lot longer, but was also closed eventually by the mayor on suggestion of health authorities. It was run for all these years by 2 guys, Ben and Richard. The first had the looks, as you can see here, the other had the brains. Ben died earlier this year of aids related complications, the other still is one of my dearest friends. On friday 30-12 we'll have a reunion. To get in the mood I've been going through the photo heritage of Ben, dearly treasured and digitised by Thomas Hageraats. It is way too much to fit on this page, so I made a separate page. Images with a * can be enlarged with a click.
If you're as sentimental as me, do go there |
| 10-12-2005 |
pim still rocks the country: We may have a gouvernement tumble yet, on their attitude towards Pim Fortuyn, 3½ years after my dear friend was murdered.  Tomorrow aspiring politician and crime reporter Peter R. de Vries will reveil details about two floppydisks an agent of the Dutch secret service had carelessly left on the backseat of his leasecar when he returned it. Details seem to show the secret service did not find Pim needed to be protected for attacks by terrorists but they did pry into his sexlife in an attempt to undermine his political aspirations and even tried to seduce him into  acts that are even illegal under Dutch law: they did send boys to him under the legal age of 16 to get him to engage in sex. I'm pretty sure Pim never fell into the trap, as he was not at all hot 4 young. The only place that heated up when he was around was the Shaft and in particular its darkroom, where we have all spent many a steamy night, and I do have fond memories of Pim eating my ass there. December 30 we will get together in Rotterdam for a reunion of the punters of Pim's favorite bar, at the location where the over-zealous Rotterdam authorities closed it down in 2003 (see reports in the archives). |
| 5-12-2005 |
cry, sing, dance: Last night the nr. eleven movie on my favlist was  on Veronica tv here. Will upload a song from it here to follow up the Tab Hunter one.Boy was I shocked, or should I say pleasantly surprised, at how well the zoom function works at this ladies site. Why should only they have these options? |
| 2-12-2005 |
sing, laugh, cry, pray, hurt, work and admire: Earlier on I repeatedly tried to explain the phenomenon of the Eurovision Songcontest. Now I have to come clean about the even worse variety we have here on a national level: the all gay songfestival. It was held 2 weeks ago and our local group was quite succesfull: When the judging started with the audience marks they shot to nr 1 and stayed there all the way till the end. That is to say . . . almost. They were still nr 1 until the professional scores, coming from wellknown dutch gay tv stars and presenters, were counted. The final vote came when culture and celebrity Volkskrant journalist Cornald Maas gave his votes, with ZERO POINTS for the Delft song, which set us back to number 2. This was even more upsetting when we heard that Mr Maas had spent the night with one of our singers. Everybody was outraged by the fact that he stayed professional and said the song was ok but the singing sucked and the stage presence was abismal too. A week on we learned that the chosen nr 1 was disqualified, because they had cheated by adding some of the background singing to the permitted instrumental backingtrack. This means the Delft song "are you Ho or are you Bi" is nr. 1 after all and we will have to organise the event next year.If you want to breath in the sentiment of the dutch gay eurosong event: click here (about 62 meg download, showing a compilation of the whole night). This all sent me even more on a collisioncourse with the Outsite (gay youth delft) chairman, the guy on the right of the singers, who pulls all activities to an exclusive, and rather silly, youth only realm. I wrote an article in our local gay paper with as main theme that if we devide up our community in too small self centered sections, with no communication, tolerance and respect towards each other we will end up with nothing at all. A translated and quoted line: " As sizequeen I can relate to the fact that in our youthgroup they seem to always choose the biggest dick and loudmouth, which never seems to be the most intelligent one, as chairman. It must have something to do with the amount of testoserone that rages around in these guys" Yep, that does not help set a course for future inprovement of relations. So indeed, I have to sit on the blisters and try to find a way out to a new more understanding course and future cooperation. At least it lays bare the problems that not only we, but lots of gay (and other) communities have in flowing on and keeping its strength from generation to generation. |
| 24-11-2005 |
adore: here's a great face close-up of my buddy Vincent. As he's a true relaxed pig  he has more views of his assets online here. Sadly it is on geo, which does not want visitors and shows them the door after a daily quota. I also had a face-n-ass fuck wmv session with him online in my archives of around march. Do check for yourself if it is still online, if interested.and now for something completely different: I just came across a bit of conversation (ehhmm) in a streetgang / hiphop forum. Do enjoy with me:
now if èver there was a buch of guys who would feel at home in my fav webhaunt scatboi, it must be these guys!
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| 23-11-2005 |
Santa reporting: As some of you abroad may know our Dutch Santa is called Sinterklaas, and his birthday is not celebrated at Christmas but at december 5th. If you want to join in with our culture's adoration of the Santa phenomenon look here. I'm still looking for gay or sm varieties of Zwartepiet (black helper of santa, caning naughty children and abducting them in a huge sack. Piet is not really black; he's mostly a whiter guy, covered over with brown shoepolish, but black guys will do too). All I found are some unpainted versions:  most real ones seem to have far more impressive body(part)s then us caucasians; no wonder they do not use much clothing down there. As you'd expect, the most impressives do enlarge even further upon touching. |
| 22-11-2005 |
Rotterdam reporting: Our elections circus is coming round again. In it national parliament is preceded by local council elections and for that the whole country is looking at what will happen in Rotterdam, once the most left wing city, now our most rightwing. Last week one of Pim's followers was toppled off his position as city governor, so things are nicely heating up. With assasinations now on a daily rate in most major cities, our country looks more like La Paz, Columbia every day. That will guarantee an even more amazing landslide to the right, I guess. Anyway, I do not have to write about is as my dear friend Thomas H. does a great job already!  |
| 11-11-2005 |
movie update: saw a great movie last night, came in at nr 4 of my alltime queer movie top thirtyseven which now also has made the move here. |
| 9-11-2005 |
DAB update: Have driven up and down to Amsterdam now, perfect reception all the way, even passing the telecom tower at the RAI, where all stations that do not transmit from it are blocked out on most fm car stereo's. Even in the elevator at the GGGD builing fine reception (I was there for my bi-annual HIV test. Only minus is powerconsumption: 2 duracell AA batteries last just 6 hours while with my fm thingy one AAA rechargable (the very small piles) lasted 24 hours! |
| 4-11-2005 |
Back to the main topic: From what passed along here lately you may have concluded that I have become a-sexual. Nothing is less true! I was at the Leatherpride fightclub on halloween eve.  Was disappointed there: it used to stand out because of the extravagant set design and industrial tiled location which pulled out the pervert in all of us. Now that it is at the Lexion, where we already are every other month for the XXX-leather and sports parties, the surprise element is gone and you need a lot of viagra, not to mention more drastic stimuli, to compensate for that.
So much nicer is my local playstation, where I've now twice been surprised by an as yet unknown guy: dressed in jogstrap, smallish, around 1m65, nice brushhaired chest with nipps that crave mis-use, and a very sweet unspoilt asshole that opens up for any tongue or unclad dick that comes near: divine ! |
| 3-11-2005 |
Dib Dab DAB, a true solution for motorbikers! Just got my DAB radio, delivered promptly by TPG, from DABtuners.nl in Eindhoven, and my first findings are favorable: reception in the home is not good, and near the pc it is impossible, but riding from here to Den Haag I got noiseless uninterupted clear sound even under the massive A4 viaduct. I bought the Bluenote Perstel model, because it has a telescope antenna and reports said reception of it was noticably better then models using the earphonecord as arial.  I have it in the toppocket of my jacket with the aerial sticking out from under the velcro flap. It protrudes somewhere at the right of my helmet. Looking pretty weird in a dr Who sort of way, and prompting friend and foe to inquire what it's for. Having it in the lowerpocket, nearer to the metal body and electronix of the bike, does deteriorate reception quite much.
Now all I need to do is make a trip to A'dam and see if I can comprehend traffic information at 150 km/h passing along the hospital at leiderdorp, where the patients radio used to block all FM reception of other stations. Consumer information about reception and performance of the system is pretty poor, to say the least. Nozema the Dutch transmitter authority only seems to bother about station providers, and not the listerning consumers. Only the UK seems to have a functioning consumer forum which overall says the system is good while you're on the move, 
read the earlier entry on DAB dd. 25-10> |
| 1-11-2005 |
WASDAG dancelist Have been trying to get the local club a bit more music aware, by promoting a fridaynite where a topten is made up from uploads and evaluations by the punters. As usual I got terribly held up by the legality and technicality of it. Those Linux nerds are only good for finding out objections! Go-for-it certainly isn't their thing. I'd hate tom think what sex with them must be like.Anywayz, Better do it yourself is still the best option, so now I just made a Wasdag topten and it is online rightsfree (only 30 sec samples used, eh maybe 40) as an mp3 podcast straight away . . . |
| 25-10-2005 |
DAB radio, a consumer report Me being a motorbike rider, listening to the radio while on the move, was never an option. There just were no earphones that were capable of blocking the wind noise level, which easily gets up to 120 db inside your helmet at speeds of 120 km/h. Me, not taking the speed limit too serious but aware of the value of my ears for my work, I always used the custom molded earplugs for protection. There were some attempts by Phillips and others to make headphones with antisound, trying to antiphase windnoise, but they were so expensive that trying them was not an option. That is untill Koss (no not the Greek island so popular with the financially securer DWH members) took bringing sound to your eardrum a bit more serious then the fashionable overpriced I-trash. A tube padded with the material disposable earplugs are made of brings the sound through your hearing canal without letting noise pass. For the first time I have great bass and high frequencies, not at dangerlevel, to override the windnoise, but nicely relaxed! Now just one problem remains: content! I do have my MD collection, but play plenty of that at soundchecks and DJ-ing at the club. On the move I want news, traffic and gossip, nothing else. But while carstereo's can flip to the most powerfull transmitter of a station, portables I depend on riding bike cannot. To make matters worse, since the frequency redistribution our gouvernement did 2 years ago official national newsradio has been banned to low power secondhand transmitters, and I need to flip through 3 of them to keep reception on my 50 km trip from Delft to Amsterdam. Now our minister of economics has come to the resque! ---Trumpets--- your solution is DAB! digital, noisefree, all stations on one frequency throughout the country! Should be nice, only, commerial radiostations and the trade seen to boycot it. Not being able to find user reviews from other bikers and no salespoints to speak of, it took me a while to decide to take the plunge. Yesterday I ordered one, though. Stay tuned for the first DAB user review for bikers here.   The guy above, Tab Hunter, was the first person I stuck to my bedroom wall in 1957! Next to him his then lover Anthony Perkins, of Hitchcock and Psycho fame. John Waters drew him back to movieplaying, now as out-proud queer senior. He wrote a biography too. So now I know who he fucked with in the years I only dreamt . . . To make things more rosy-red and dreamy, and to show this weblog really works: I got the sweetest song e-mailed today with a fotograph of the 78 RPM disk of it. You can melt away with me by hitting the playbutton, above right. Thanx, Tom H! |
| 25-10-2005 |
VIVA Ruud Never been a great fan of him during his three terms as PM  of the Netherlands during the entire eighties, him being the enemy, leader of a Christian party. But our retired christian leaders seem to convert themselves once they retire; his predecessor, Dries van Agt, has become a great defender of the Palestinian cause and Ruud Lubbers ended up as the UN high commisioner for refugees. Perhaps they do fear what St Peter will have to say when they enter their afterlife. Anyway, Ruud has now become a national hero here. Not only because he speaks to the young generation at pop festivals, but mostly because the Americans have tried to make even this highly acclaimed Dutchman a victim of their pathetic sexual morality. Ruud has been known as a womaniser all his life, but nobody èver took that serious: he was too public about it and even his wife had a whole list of jokes about this. Besides, he had the same southern European charmer's familiarity and joviality with both men and women . To summarise, this was just Ruud, and although he had been a hunk during his first half century, with his hot 'n heavy 5 o'clock shadow, in his later years it was considereded as mollifying and 100 % a-sexual.  |
| 20-10-2005 |
VIVA Haarlem Not only am I working there next month in one of the most special theaters we have here in the Netherlands, designed by Joost Swarte, cartoonist and favorite artist of superdick weblog colleague Corky, as I told in my log entry of We 9-4-03, also just a few hundred meters from there is one of the most impressive historic science musea buildings of Europe. The Teylers museum, where at this moment they have an exhibition of original sketches of Michelangelo.  This being a Dutch museum, it does try to paint the real picture of Michelangelo, so there not only are sketches of the St Peter dome, but also ones of a more romantic nature, he made as presents for his lover Tomaso de Cavalieri. Also it goes deeply into his preference for the male body, which he considered the summit of creation. He was so much in love with the male muscled body, that even for female figures in the Medici chapel he used male models and later added breasts to them. If even the roman catholic popes could come to terms with a homosexual building and decorating their most prestigeous church and chapels, be it reluctantly, then why does George W have so much trouble accepting us for what we are?
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| 19-10-2005 |
To HELL with Wanadoo Yep, it is my provider, because they have a monopoly on cable here. Their connections are stable and really fast (now, after 8 years of great instability), but their service is horrible! No reactions to serious complaints. They now have the nerve to offer a triple package with a tv, net and phone connection. Today they added to their credibility by not showing up at the major consumer complaints program on Dutch tv . . . figures! They were confronted by customers who had no web nor phone working. As their old phone was disconnected they had to use their mobile to contact wanadoo and were kept on hold for several HOURS! Wanadoo did not see why they were in any way obliged to re-emburse the costs for that. . . figures! Web hosting comes with their packages. People with a phoneline DSL or ISDN can upgrade that. People with cable for some misterious reason cannot, so I'm stuck with a prehistoric datalimit for my personal site. Yep, I can move the page and will indeed move soon to the cheaper and far more personally accessible danish/dutch host of my extreme pornpages, but for now I can only add to the bad vibes for both Wanadoo and Casema (the cablenetwork owner). Ninety % of the images you see on this and all my other pages here are rerouted to other servers, but still I reached the datamax again today . . .figures!
Three cheers for dorkish behaviour. |
| 18-10-2005 |
VIVA social studies . . . I missed the Mosse lecture at the university of Amsterdam by Bas Heyne, but now have the printed version of the Groene in front of me (in Dutch). It tries to clear up where we came from and stand now with gay our culture and argues that as there was not much to fight and achieve anymore as far as gay rights in NL was concerned it was getting less fashionable to manifest as a political pressure group, with even gay pride in the canals of Amsterdam suffering, but now neoreligious repression is on the offensive things are about to change. We can once again call ourselves "The damned" with pride, and now halloween is coming up celebrate that we are in the same trechnes we thought we'd left for good at the early sixties of last century. Indeed it may be our "salvation" that we can once again assume our underground subversive camp positions and poison the minds of the innocent. A book that already has implemented this new strategy with parody and plenty of sarcasm is the new comicbook by Sean Platter (artwork) and Chuck Conner (text). Where super endowed queer demons take over the scene by converting all too eager victims with their empowered bodily fluids.  of course there is a website solely about this great comicbook published by triplesixcomix and instigator magazine |
| 15-10-2005 |
VIVA Amsterdam . . . Being in the city for two weeks, working in the Frascati theater and subsequently working the nearby  Warmoesstraat darkrooms afterwards has its gratifications: Not only did I stock up on amazing sexual experiences, I also revisited some of the great spaces, like the wet and slimey upstairs of the Dirty Dicks and the centerstage section at the Cuckoos Nest, where you can still drop in for massive gangbangs anytime. Not satisfied however of only having seen the city at night, I decided to come early yesterday, to enable me to do some shopping at Mr B. I'd promissed Sean Platter that I would pick up his "demonic sex" album there and I also wanted tickets for the playgrounds party in two weeks. Surprisingly before I did any of the purchases I was handed a glass of wine as I'd stumbled into a party at the shop in honour of Rick Castro, who was booksigning.
Not only did I have a nice chat with Mr Bos himself about playground parties strategies and his ever expanding imperium in Berlin, I also made a date to visit Mr Castro at his studio,
as part of my California trip next year. Look out Falco, Sean, Axel, Rick, get your gasmasks and cams ready: I'll be spreading some Dutch smells . .
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| 06-10-2005 |
VIVA Rotterdam . . . Just read an old log entry of Thomas Lageraats, old friend of mine from Rotterdam. It was about a party we both attended, of the Rotterdam Motorclub , which, since the demise of the Shaft no longer has a home of its own, so they hosted the event at the Rotterdam COC. It was Awful ! As his log is in Dutch I translated a bit of it here: Don't know if it was a wise move, going to the MSR leatherparty. In fact is was downright stupid! All on me was leather, from my pumps, handbag, to the deux-piece, I was fully prepared to endulge in a leathernight. At the door it was as if nothing had changed. A clubmember had pulled along an old Shaft-barstool to sit and collect entrancefees. Behind that door you were allowed to drop dead. (That is in fact what a lot of MSR members had already done: at the last cremation it was a very good turnout again, and a great time was had by all, munching away the good old spacecake). Further inside at the party we found a traditional COC deary behind the bar. He did not welcome you. Why on earth should he: chastity belt snugly secured, his right hand unseparable from the alarmbell, on loan from the gay wrinkle group, just in case gays of other inclination would jump on him. He could have spared the trouble: a remedy against love, my late mother would have called the type.  © '05 SuzeI also had fully forgotten there are still "gays" that go to the same barber as Geert Wilders (Dutch ultra right politician), and Bert of Sesame street. Yep, the obligatory blah-tinum-blond had never left the premises. With his other hand he kept the phoneline to COC Amsterdam open, just in case he encountered an acute spiritual emergency and needed aftercare. All barstaff occupied in similar fashion, you can grasp we were lucky to get served before the party ended. At the wardrobe we got another surprise: a real LADY, but then, we should have known from the old Gay Palace days! The music was fucking horrible, also to stay within COC tradition. It must be the MSR slow death construction: downscaling their events from weekly to monthly to now yearly. Our gouvernment should do the right thing and start a discussion on how to euthanise organisations that have outlived themselves. One positive thing I can add: These guys do have some guts, to unashamedly call this a party! But then they already had the good sense to name it :"Undercover" party, was that to make it clear nobody was allowed to really un-cover anything? Most Rotterdam's Carpet-lands would easily have more ambience and their shopmuzak is far more lively too. I'd rather go to the jubilee of an elder of the strictest Dutch Reformed article 12 church next time. Their rhymed psalms with juicy foot-cranced harmonium accompanyment would be such a relief . . . His log including more of the above quoted artwork is here. |
| 05-10-2005 |
It may very well be that I have no time to do any updating here this month, as I'm doing a new theater project with Marien Jongewaard and Cas Enklaar.
Although it's very much a gay play, it is neither erotic nor very optimistic (for those who think everything I do has those 2 qualifications). The photo below of the main caracter tries to convey the overall mood: The decline of the optimism we all felt during the sixties and seventies to the drab we find ourselves in culturally and morally today.
Marien plays the young revolutionary actor who wants to change the world or at least his art world. He get's taken in, seduced and professionally made harmless by Joop van den Ende. This Joop has taken over the personalities of Jacob Israel de Haan, de Merode, and Pim, and Michael, Bram (the prince of Lignac), even some Manfred Langer, and some of Vlaardinger Kees B, who was innocently convocted of child abuse, or Groninger convicted child lover G van D. The only one of this list who, in jail, tasted the satisfaction of hearing 3 of his victims testify on tv about his affairs. This to add strength to their case: they sued the state for damages because of not reacting to their accusations of the man untill 5 years later they were followed by many more allegations of new victims. Ten years on and adult, luckily they do not show damaged personalities in their tv appearance. They do show that their abuser had taste: they did devellop into pretty tasty hunks.
In the end the Joop gets killed by the desillusioned rejected and betrayed Marien.
 You would not believe it from the above description but the audience is laughing it's head off. Yes, I'm loving it to do a play with these great soulmates again. coming 2 weeks in Frascati A'dam. after that, touring NL. Oh Yeah, homowebmuseum is back online! |
| 30-09-2005 |
Seems the homowebmuseum server is down. It took care of the music files here, they're not working for the moment.
Some images on the archive pages also may not show. Hopefully things are back to normal by monday.
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| 24-09-2005 |
Just took in a piece by my fav filmmaker BlaB. He's been quoted extensively on these pages before, but as he wrote about a photograph that I showed on this very weblog, which got me in serious trouble, not because of copyright infringement, but because my homo erotic art website that falls under the adult content regulations, which is very strict in keeping "bloodshed and gore" out of porn. Why? I don'know! It's the more remarkable as they do allow Hollywood to splatter as much body-substances across the screen as possible. Anyway, At any rate, Actually, what I'm referencing is a popular reality TV show on al-Iraqiya, the state-run, Arabic language television station that spreads American propaganda as a counterpoint to al Jazeera. The show is called Terror in the Hands of Justice, and it features a hit parade of Iraqi insurgents (Mujahadeen) who are forced to confess to the nation all manner of dirty deed (even if they didn't do anything), including, lately, that they are homosexual and that they regularly conduct gay orgies in mosques. As a result of this show, I gather that the word "Mujahid", or Holy Warrior, has become street slang in Baghdad for "homosexual". Funny how the theme of homosexuality always seems to worm its way into the most extreme seditious and revolutionary scenarios. Anyway, long story short, at the opening my armed terrorists are milling about with the general public under a huge twenty foot high blow-up we've made of the famous photograph of the terrorist in the ski mask on the balcony from the 1972 Munich Olympics (soon to be made into a major Hollywood motion picture, I kid you not, by Steven Spielberg), and it's a little disturbing that no one seems to be particularly disturbed. I guess terrorism has kind of become de rigueur, like the little black dress. The walls are sprinkled with frame enlargements of the revolutionary slogans from my movie The Raspberry Reich, including one large wall painted red containing the tryptych: The Arrogance of the Strong/Will Be Met by the Violence/Of the Weak. I love that phrase. Later, we all head down to the low-celinged basement for my performance, wherein I explain the schtick about the Mujahadeen becoming synonymous with homosexuality - neatly reinforcing my theme of homosexual intifada in The Raspberry Reich - and then proceed to direct two of my Mujahadeen to begin to (play) torture and strip the third Mujahid and spatter him with fake blood as I snap pictures for posterity. After the photo shoot, I invite members of the public to sit in the white chair and have Kalashnikov's pointed at their heads and a machete thrust under their chins and to be splattered with fake blood if they wish (a surprising number do wish) while I take two polaroids, one which they get to keep and one which goes up on the wall as part of the show (autographed, of course). It's a delightful, cathartic exercise, and those who chose to skip the major Basquiat opening that night in favour of my squalid little enterprise were not disappointed.
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| 23-09-2005 |
As the file was getting larger, it's high time to start a new page. yep, I do seem to have written more in the past 3 months than in the first 6 months of the year. This one deals with time and age a bit more, as I talked last night at our community center's bar with a mixed agegroup about how in queer life "things can only get better".  And we old farts all agreed, sex - wise it does, but there is a limit to this. Indeed we continue to have more and more satisfactory encounters, but at my age, 55 I feel I'm starting to make what in tour-de-France terms is called a "final demarage" or an "endsprint" : Just going out of my way to get as much out of it as possible, before it comes to a dramatic sudden stop. This stop may mever come, biologically, but if it does I want to be out there far ahead of heterosexuals, which is not that difficult, but more importantly way beyond the realm on current day bland gay - lifestyle nerds. With the average of at least 2 serious sexual encounters weekly over a period of 35 years I get to a total of 3600, so I think I'm prepared for the challenge. I'm sure there are guys out there that can beat it, though. But as far as my friend Martin is concerned slowly but surely, a real terminal - station is approaching anyway. One that you do not control yourself: younger guys lose interest in you sexually, and you don't want to force the old goat called yourself upon kids not appreciative of the pure gem in technique and finetuned seduction strategy , not to mention the relatively flat abs, cellulitis free asscheeks, the well trained-in asshole and superbly easy to stimulate dickhead that you kept finetuned and improved to classic - legend - status over the years, which is still perfectly capable of passing through a vast reservoir of jolly HIV negative spermcells. Having a somewhat longer affair at this time with a 20 year old allochthonous guy, I can only qoute his words: ÿou are the only guy that lets me do all these things I only dream about and would never dare to ado with others.
and if anybody has the D:ream song as mp3 file in full, I'd appreciate it . . . Yep, I know it was Tony Blair's song |
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some linkiewinkies:
MartinofHolland, friend
db queer art museum
db dutch entry
wasdag dirtydancedelft
local gay community
tom h queer log too (in Dutch)
Tom Jones, friend
anarcocks, examplary heroes
Naked came I, supersexy
sodomy creek, hmm
love-gay-sex, I do !
gay best, so I don't have to list any further m'self
NYS asses, well, just one more then
this log previous months
Ships that pass in the night
and speak each other in passing;
Only a signal shown;
a distant voice in the darkness
So on the ocean of life we pass
Only a look and a voice;
a touch
extacy
then darkness again
and a silence.
