Last post before archiving Due to the ever increaing hard drive capacities, serverspace and comspeeds I was able to stick half a years worth of weblog onto one html file once again. (I did a full year on one page back in 200, but that had minute illustrations). However, there are limits still, and not everybody has dataspeeds like us here, in the most online country of the world. (I'm not sure if that is a thing to be proud of). Anyway, one last image, before we turn a new leaf and these 6 months will be retrievable through the archive
23-06-2007
love George all of a sudden
Have not been his greatest fan of late, but saw his special on occasion of his concert in Rotterdam this weekend and bits of his Wembley concert 2 weeks ago. He managed to come across as a frightfully honest guy, not shying away from his worst fears and his awful 'public image', that of a macho arrogant perfectionist closet queen, who was caught with his pants down by an LA cop. He realised just in time that it was not he who was the sicko but the solliciting cop and he retalliated in the best way he knew, with his profession, songwriting and making killer vidclips. He also dealt with a few depressions, due to friends and lovers dying of the virus, and his fobia for appearing in public. He belongs with the better singers/songwriters of the past decades, and is the only one that could outdo Freddy Mercury in vocal range at his memorial concert at Wembley. So that song, Somebody 2 Luv, is my song of the month.
I alo saw Iggy Pop doing "I wanna be your dog" live at Glastonbury last night, with a thousand ultimately muddy fans dancing around him on stage. He's a completely different but awesome hero too, with an amazing lean body at the age of 60 on top! All at that legendary"John Peel Pyramid Stage", where only last year I saw Morrissey being as young and nerdy as ever.
21-06-2007
long live Poland!
oops: dropped tutu, now he's banned in the USA too!
homo movies
It is not on my movie list yet, as I am still figuring out how high it should be listed, but another gay movie is a prime candidate for our annual outside (eh, open air, say canalboats) homomovie in the week we welcome the new students to Delft. Granted, I have seen more touching movies recently, like Shortbus. Also more boring ones, like Brokeback. But this is a really funny comedy that does not shy away from the sickest prejudices a middle American moron, or a Tukker (east of the Netherlands, farmers mostly) could have. But they do it very cleverly, with great actors and with profound knowledge of all the achilles heels of our subculture. Yes shallow, self degrading, it's us! Still it shows we've come a long way since "Boys in the Band", the last time this was attempted. Soundtrack is pretty good too, with a title tune by Nancy Sinatra: it could have been a John Waters film! Also it has real porn stars we all know, when the script calls for them. Gongratulations to Falcon for lending out their top stars for this purpose!
it shows they can act, as long as they act not too far away from home turf; so much nicer then "gay for pay", still the obvious choice in Hollywood. Which brings me to the most surprising cameo appearance: Graham Norton, the BBC's supreme queen and saturday familyshow host!
17-06-2007
bare
Still a media-silence going on about the strategy discussions between Poz & Pround and the Dutch HIV Association. So I can only link here to the barebackchat site to direct guys who want to make up their own mind on this issue, or my own poz page Mind you, they do not necessairily advocate the official safe sex strategies images from delftboys/queerart, where they are all in high resolution.
12-06-2007
movie
no, it's not completely healed, and the skin is still in rash alert, due to the shaving and consequent multylayered alcohol and other desinfectant or sealing sprays, but then again, this page is not about my vanity, but about true experiences. I can tell you that nobody was held back by it on its first public showing at Trash. Maybe a good opportunity to alert you about an intrigueing movie from New Zealand coming this summer with the incredibly hot Jason Behr, shown below:
10-06-2007
trash There still is hope! I visited the relaunch of the Trash parties. After years of venue searching and last minit cancellations, we finally did have another Trash party in Amsterdam yesterday. It may not be the ideal space, but unlike last XXX, here the attention was where it should: spacious play area with well equipped slings. Sadly the air control was not up to handling this amount of superheated guys on one of the most thunderous days of this summer sofar. It reminded me of the legendary fridays at the theaterfloors of the COC building, where you needed litres of water in and over your body, just to keep concious. Also there was no wet space. but the action was really good; no sex-police, and a welcome change of mood after weeks of self-abuse in the heavy community, even resulting in the downfall of Poz and Proud. It must be said: this was to be expected: When I started organising sex parties at DWH (local COC in Delft) I took the trouble to make it absolutely clear that the event was only hosted at their venue, but the organisation was independent and so was the website. Now, in their panic, the Dutch HIV community took 'everything' offline, thus losing a wealth of information and blocking an important communication channel at a time when it is most needed. STUPID !
03-06-2007
summerdress in Iraq
Life goes on, and since we're overwhelmed with shitty news, be it on gay lib in Moscow or Warshaw, pozzing in my own country, dying christian homophobes in the USA, dying victims of Christian politics in Iraq and Afghanistan, surviving christian homophobes in Rome, me trying to assess for myself if and how seroconversion has immediate and noticable effects on my health. . . I think it is time to pass on some true positive imagery: Have seen the image on the left on quite a few sites lately. I, not too fond of censored frontal nudity, even if it is done by a much more powerful tool, saw no reason to forward it further, until I found the same guy indeed was not such a chicken. Bless him, and his wondertool. He's more then welcome to patrol my back alley anytime !
31-05-2007
Groningen
Yesterday I visited the GGD in Amsterdam to transfer my participation with their HIV cohort project to the HOP project, which is focussed on people having the virus. On the way there I heard the press conference by the Groningen police live on my helmet radio. I have not had much time to chew down the information, but here are the lines I wrote about it to Martin of Holland:
Will surely be writing about Groningen later on, but am still making up my mind about it.
I already hear a lot of moral indignation, but on the other hand we have real criminal behaviour here: drugging people and then wilfully infecting them with the virus, not only by fucking but also by injecting HIV+ blood. That is something other then participating in bareback sexparties.
I've limited myself to poppers, viagra and alcohol thusfar, as I always wanted to remember my more extreme experiences, be it heavily abused nipples or an overstretched asshole.
Then again, In chats I have romanticized about the beauty of poz fucks. I can and will not deny that, but that does not mean that really happened much, although . . . I did get myself infected over the past months. I've also had my fair share of serious S&M play and my limit was not near the point where it got bloody.
For the moment I have taken a few exerpts of chats that were online on my poz page off, as in the heated debate of the coming days in this country they may be misinterpreted easily and lead to flaming and more misunderstanding.
Most gut-churning today I found the reactions of the the superfluffy lightweight self-appointed spokespersens of the Dutch gay community like Henk Krol and Albert Verlinden and Frank van Dalen, come up with: these are excesses. The gay community for most part is NORMAL! and we do not need this publicity in an era when we are standing tall against neo-religion and neo-fascism from Poland and Russia. At those moments I feel I much rather belong to the bareback community then to their 'gay' community. Despite all the Krols and Verlindens of our world, todays critical papers also showed that the bareback community is not 'a few idiots' but a considerable part of the gay partyworld. Trying to keep them swept under the carpet is a stupid idea: the real wish of a lot of gay men to have sex without the hideous an offsetting condom is a much stronger sentiment then some may wish it to be and it certainly is not insane that a considerable part of our society has made the informed choice to do away
with them in recent years. Frankly it feels kind of back home, on this side of the divide: re-united with the criminals and the insane; we've never been away . . .
30-05-2007
past week Had a bit of a relaps into flue fueled weakness. Both physically and mentally. The Amdam trip mentioned below ended after an intense bit of conversation with Nigel into me feeling a bit feeble, so I stepped out of DirtyDicks for a bit of fresh air and a bite to eat. Had fries at the corner of the Old Church and after that felt it wiser to head straight home, while I was still sober.
Sunday passed quite normal: It was my turn to cook. It's always quite an endeavor to make an impressive sunday meal for 4 guests, so I was strung out after that and went to bed early, only to wake up slightly nauseous. It resulted in a full week of gastro problems and staying in bed a lot. This went on till the Lent weekend. I still have not fully returned to normal, but I resumed work on tuesday.
21-05-2007
weekend trip Took my ass over to Amsterdam once again to party. As mentioned below, the Boss is struck off the list of favorite haunts. Last friday I had to work at a theater project in Amsterdam, The night was a bit stressfull, so we did take some time to talk about preventing further problems with the local staff. When all that was done I really felt like unwinding in a local darkroom. But then I felt it wiser to get most of the trip home done while I was still 100% sober, and opted for a visit at a leatherbar closer to home. It was already half past twelve, so I knew I had to hurry. As on fridays closing time in Den Haag is 2, but entry at the door stops at 1. Unfortunately, I got in a tailback om the A4 due to nightly roadworks, so I only got there at 1.12, give or take a minit. The little prat, who's behind the bar often, the one with the asscrack showing, the one who, since he's behind that bar, has never been able to serve me a decent "jonge", told me that I was too late and could not get in anymore. I told
him that I speeded up to 190 km/u on the way back to be there in time said: "sorry, rules are rules", On which I replied: That is a very Nazi thing to say and if that is the case I will no longer visit here, èver. If I was a person he did not know, I could have understood that he would'nt let me in at this late hour, but I've been a regular visitor for years and I've done quite a bit of promotion for the bar at other partties and local gay places. I did not get into any further discussion and just left, and went for a drink at our local gay community center, which is open until 4, only, sadly, there is no sex to be had there on fridays.
I would not have published this story if I had not met a guy in the Web on saturday in Amsterdam, who was inside at that very moment on friday and disclosed that this barman let some other guys (his own friends?) in the bar at around 1h30. Sadly there are other reasons: this was just the last straw: This is a serious motive to get the
Wasdag going again. The Boss was a tremendous place a few years back, but sadly, ever more of my good friends and the ones with similar sexual preferences, turned their backs: The really cool guys that made the place an adventure for quite a while, the hot skins, the great fuckers, I don't see them anymore. Nowadays it is mostly local civil servants, working for the city or the gouvernement, somewhere on the 23rd floor, and then going, uhh, 'wild' in leatherpants at the only darkroom they know. The ones that only know how to stick their finger up your asshole, but never knew they should clip their fingernails first. The ones with promiscuous obscene little fingers, taking liberties with every tight hole they come across, that spread more STD's then the experienced barebackers.
17-05-2007
african queen Some pix here, as most writing recently goes to my poz page.
It is pathetic, I know, and you may not believe it, but for the first time I feel a bit emberrassed about publishing images here. Not that they are too extreme (for that I again refer you to the poz page, where at the bottom I have a new image promoting the best lube that exists),
but they are of dicks dressed in swimwear, and just one brand too, so it is a downright commercial. On the other hand, these are of the only brand that shows your equipment hotter then it looks undressed. Besides that, I bought a red wonderjock pair . . . The light blue ones are sold out in my size (M) that is of course apart from the pink and white classic briefs I already wear and the yellow ones I used to get soaked at the wet parties at The Boss, but sadly no more: that place is on my boycot list from now on. I'll write why next week.
10-05-2007
baglady Wouldn't mind swallowing the divine mixture from this gorgeous hairy ass nor choking on the fat cock, for that matter:
09-05-2007
Gilbert and George In Taj Stores, Gilbert gapes at the exotic vegetables, while George pauses to fondle an implement used in the dissection of coconuts. "Aren't they thrilling?" he purrs. "Best to keep it out of the bedroom."
We return to the house, and they reminisce a little. When they first came to Spitalfields, the city gents had rolled umbrellas, bowler hats and fresh carnations.
"They had very worn pinstripe suits that would have to last years. Shiny elbows. They'd have half a pint of bitter then on to the train and back for dinner to some distant suburb. It was quite miserable. We used to watch them coming out of the Underground in the morning to go to the offices. They all looked very stressed.
"Now they're all springing up the elevator, with a bag to go to the gym first, or to go to the gents and have a joint. They're such a cheerful lot."
"We always said if you put all the suits that ever existed into a computer, a normal suit will come out - that's ours," says Gilbert. "The super-average one."
They still think of themselves as outsiders, but Gilbert and George have never been more fashionable. Super-average is another way of saying their favourite word: extraordinary.
And now they have taken over Tate Modern in London, with a retrospective exhibition, the biggest the gallery has ever devoted to a single artist, or in this case pair of 'm.
Yesterday they had a one hour special on BBC1 celebrating their 40 years of subvering the art world. Standing in front of their 20 foot high images of themselves, naked and surrounded by stylized versions of their own turds, blown-up to the same incredible size . They contemplated: we can only do these shows in Europe; the
USA would not approve of our genitals being in front of our bodies. It comes out like they really feel sorry for those uncultured savages across the ocean in a serious effort to mask the humor. Of course the biggest fun is had by the BBC director who zoomed in on the turds as they make their statement. Scat is a much more serious no-go-area in America then frontal nudity !
04-05-2007
Religious as FUCK ! All of you by now must realise I have nothing good to say about religion, and there I mean Any religion, with a possible exception for budhism. So I kind of like this young guy and his "fuckin for jesus" campaign:
29-04-2007
Dicke Bertha Finally got some pix mailed of me of my performance with the band made up of AMPCO audio engineers at DWH, local gay community center earlier this month, friday the 13th:
26-04-2007
Spring Fever With that season being passed by we jumped straight into summer this month. Nude sunbathing at the Delftse Hout before queensday is unheard of since I exist, but not this year. The neighbour students have had their barbeque out twice already and are skinnydipping in the canal, sadly only when I left my camera at the Vermeer Center. We also were out BBQing in Eric's garden till 11 PM After working nonstop for 4 weeks I intend to make up 4 it this weekend, with a lot of the following:
22-04-2007
done ! At exactly 10 o'clock friday morning the Vermeer Center opened its front door to the public. After an ultimately hectic week, with just a few hours of sleep a night or no sleep at all during the final days, I was that much overtired last night that I completely forgot about parking my motorbike elsewhere, due to the flea market that runs on saturdays in front of the building.
I even reported it stolen to the police before I realised I parked on the other side of the New Church. It may have to do with dementia setting in early, after the health problems of late, but more likely it is due to extreme overtiredness after working insane hours (more then 16 hours a day for the last week). Thomas, a dear friend from Rotterdam wrote a very kind e-mail inquiring how I was keeping up. I included it and the reply on the health page.
15-04-2007
it's about to open! a group of volunteers/boardmembers on this image, on the first summer day of the season, enjoying a cold beer and the view of he freshly cleaned windows of he vermeer center, that will open its doors this coming friday.
11-04-2007
feeling better
Have been pretty feeble, the past weeks since I gave you the health update, below. Not sure whether it had a mental cause or was brought about by the additional impact on the system of the syph infection and its treatment, but since easter was mostly spent catching up on sleep I'm doing great again this week, jumping about the house and doing my restrained version of spring cleaning, and that is not a day too soon:
I need all the energy for next week's opening of the Vermeer center and my singing performance this weekend with the 'Dikke Bertha' band at dwh. To add to the anxiety for the show I added a few pix from the legendary performances at the opening- and closing ceremonies at the Gay Games of Amsterdam at the Arena stadium in Amsterdam, where my friend, Ton Damen, lead guitarist of 'Dikke Bertha' was the main sound controller.
lightning strikes Just bought myself this landmark artists DVD:
sadly Lou Christies original video version of lightning strikes is no longer available.
25-03-2007
spring: things look up First let's get into one of those Euro things that most guys across the Atlantic might not pick up straight away. A great film called La Môme, or "the sparrow", but in most other countries then France symply called 'La vie en Rose' is in our cinemas to celebrate the incedible singer who went for broke and for love, Her best song is available in the right column.
Second item on the list today is my health report: I'm lucky again: I just had a severe case of the flue, that took more then 2 weeks to subside and was aggravated by a fungus, we call swimmers excema. It does happen to me regularly, but never before had it gotten hold of my groin this way. Anyway, I'm on a pretty standard medication right now and it does subside quickly, while back up comes my overall condition, so I guess I'll go for another swim again tomorrow.
Last one: still a report overdue about my last exploration of the amsterdam partyscene, or the most recent (16-02) triple X party at the More. Just one word: booooring!!! So I sent the following report to the organisers:
I was deeply dissappointed by your last party.
The space at More is way too small, compared to the almost limitless expanses of the Inca cellars of the Lexion.
The play areas that were supposed to contain the action were too small and had too little equipment like slings and no watersport area was available at all!
All this led to serious overcrowding at the few designated play spaces, which were in turn dominated by the wrong types: arrogant size- and age queens who even had the nerve to elbow and knee out each and everyone who was not up to their measly expectations.
Around one AM I'd had enough and headed to the regular darkrooms at Warmoesstraat that were overcrowded with guys who all tried to compensate for the lack of sex at the Rozengracht.
All in all:
I would not be ashamed as club promotors to admit that a return to the Lexion is your best option for now.
Sadly on your website there is no forum or method of thought exchange,
by which your clientèle can show commitment to goings on about the events. I would appreciate some interactivity for us to vent opinions about, venues, party dates, themes, facilities, safe sex policies, strategies, etc.
Now, about safe sex strategies, I kept my mouth shut in the message. Although there is much to be said these days: One section of the Dutch HIV community called Poz & Proud has started a nationwide discussion about the current "don't ask don't tell" strategy around each and every official party and darkroom in our country. They suggest the far clearer strategy of serosorting; which would constitute sections showing the biohazard logo, where the responsibility for sexual behaviour is seriuously given back to the ones concerned instead of the now prevailing false sense of security.
19-03-2007
got my ass contaminated with LGV again Yep, all of a sudden it was back in all its gruesome excrutiating pain: the non healing ulcers around the spincter.This time around, I knew what I was up against so, I did not delay a single day and got myself checked over by dermatology at the Westeinde hospital in Den Haag.They did not wait for the test results but got me a doxycycline prescription straight away. Next thursday I will learn if the diagnosis and medication was correct. I guess it is, because the pain in the ass is subsiding.
I also got another HIV test, so at the same time I will know wether the week long spell of muscle-fatigue and soar throath was just a flue virus or something else. Let's keep the fingers crossed.
Whatever the result, I may reconsider using rubbers for another spell, or for as long as this LGV variety of glamidia is still going around: However nice bare fucking is, It is just not worth enduring these ass sores.
07-03-2007
cum inside You may have noticed I've grouped all blogs dealing with bare sex together. That is because it is back as a focal point in my brain. I've been getting more and more bored by the ultra lame sex that is to be had at the local cruisebar. Only boring officeworkers seem to be left, and in the rare instances I find guys left who would consider, they exclusively are bottoms. Sad that I never see those ultracocky guys back that used to frequent the naked mondays, with their cocks invitingly pointing in the air or sliding into some abyss.
I guess the staff has been discouraging them from doing that and/or using the substances they needed to lower inhibitions or raise potency. So they left, and since then it is a pathetic place and I have to get back on my bike to Amsterdam for any serious action. I do regret having suspended the parties here in Delft now and may start up private ones instead, so, if (a) local guy(s) read(s) this and want(s) to hook up to setup? Do mail!
I've been reading the sluts progress weblog back to front, because I'm sort of in the same stages as he was a year ago. Looks to me he only got into barebacking and tina to return the compliment of a guilt complex to his ex lover. Funny thing is he got himself pozzed in less then a month after starting. I have been barebacking with increased frequency since 1999 and still remain neg, while I also barebacked from 1970 until 1982, when quite a few very dear friends got infected and died (or barely survived). So I guess it is pretty "safe" to assume I belong to the somewhat immune section of the population. But then, it may have been down to luck; unlikely, but never impossible. Only time, or the results of the barebackers study of the A'dam city health center, I participate in, will tell . . .
I also am into a pretty heavy affair with this demonic breeder guy, whith whom I also shared scat and we've planned to get into blood and playpiercing. He's just sooo tasty, I cannot get enough of it. I've kept him out of this log sofar, because I wasn't sure about doing a follow up with him, but he sure was hot, and in memory he gets tastier by the day, so the longer it's been, the more I'm in need of a repeat. Also agreed to have our next session photographed and filmed, so when it happens, here will be the first place it's shared.
28-02-2007
discussion within a Yahoo gay photo group On 2/27/07, Dewey wrote:
For the benefit of newcomers to our
group and as a reminder to our
longtime members, the primary rule
of this group is a prohibition against
posting any images of underage
nude males that could, by any stretch
of the imagination, be considered
"sexual exploitation of a minor" under
US law.
This group is based in the United States
and is obligated to abide by US law, which
is very clear on this issue. But regardless
of the law, these type photos are simply
unacceptable, period.
Hi Dewey,
I very much understand your user guidelines for this group,
concerning any activity that is illegal under US law or in
any state of your country.
And I will obide by these rules, no further questions asked.
On the other hand, the age of consent is different in
many countries. Especially when it comes to heterosexual
acts there are vast differences. Indeed, the legal minimum
age for marriage in some Islam countries is 12 and there
are African countries where it is 10 in practice. I am not
saying I agree, don't get me wrong. But these countries
want their law respected just as the USA wants that.
Now let's quickly move back to more "civilised" countries:
Here in NL a lot of turmoil was raised because a group
of young gay teens, of ages that are not allowed into bars,
let alone into gay clubs, but gay nonetheless, had expressed
their intention to partake in the Amsterdam Canal Pride parade
with a boat of their own this summer. After a lot of outrage, it became
evident that these boys were not exploited, and just felt there
should be a place for young gay guys to meet. Young heterosexuals
can find plenty of opportunities to experiment, as we all know, so in the end,
when the dust had settled, and it became clear this boat would be accompanied
by one with their parents (although we all can see that the young guys will not appreciate that much)
the mayor has approved this initiative.
So what I'm trying to say is: do respect local laws, but stay tolerant
and understanding about others and do not block young minds
from seaching for their own identity.
It may be illegal to partake in unlawful activities; it can be unpopular,
but never is it illegal, to promote changes of the law in a more liberal
direction.
I hope we all have the courage to agree to that.
Ad Schuring
Delft Netherlands
ps. another question,
In my country, in Scandinavia, as well as in Germany,
images of nudity of an un-sexual nature
like children playing at a beach or pool,
are not illegal. Could you clarify this a bit?
I can remember seeing quite a few anthropology based
documentaries on tv from US and UK origin with african children
jumping about naked . Can't imagine that is illegal.
I can see that it should not be promoted on a
web group that is devoted to sexuality as this one is.
Not that I would post any, if I had them, just want to
have a good and open understanding of this issue,
so that we don't have to get back to warning and reminding
too often. And also that we should not shoot into a panic
if confronted with images of guys who are in various stages of
discovering their own sexuality.
There is a vast difference between that and the industry
that exploits and misuses youths by sexual exploitation.
25-02-2007
springfun Cartoon from Dutch equivalent of NYTimes, translated by me
21-02-2007
summerfun this is why I crave for summer again How did he do that; accidentally tore up the bermudas, or did the hardon just find its way out? Maybe just a carefully set up pornshoot, who knows. A candidate for world press photo, for sure!
20-02-2007
New cabinet That word,
which must give English speakers associations with a very delicate French antique cubboard, is what we use for the team that forms our gouvernement, or to be more exact; the assemby of ministers and under secrataries. This thursday a new set will be sworn in by our queen. It is a new attempt, of socialist- and religious parties coöperating. The only self confessed atheist in the team, will be the minister of education, culture, science and also in charge of the homo portfolio. He is thought to be the first one to clash with the conservative neoreligious ministers, who form a majority in the team. We may step into an interesting and tumultuous period.
The word at his feet spells: deeds or action. And that is what we expect. The pose tells it even stronger: powerplay!
His name translated literally means "strong pisjet", which makes us expect even more!
19-02-2007
Why I am truly in need of a trip to NYC once again Copied this from a newfound NYCfag's weblog:
6 train platform, Saturday 3PM Labels: NYC, Overheard, subway
Woman 1: I'm just sorry I slept with them.
Woman 2: Well, you were drunk.
Woman 1: Yeah, but now today I'm all red and itchy.
Woman 2: Right? And you can't put anything in there, cuz you'll make it worse. (Horrified, the women realize I'm standing there.)
Woman 1: Hey, we're just talking about contact lenses!
Me:Lady, I'm just waiting for the train.
18-02-2007
Carnival as told here earlier, I live on one of the most beautiful spots of our city. Which means lots of events are held here in front of the house. Some of them are fun to watch, like the annual arrival of our SantaClaus. In this country he arrives with a steamboat from Spain, with an army of black helpers, some of them on jetskies or waterscooters. Another fantastic sight to behold is the daily trainingsessions of the rowers, and weekly tournaments. They have their club right across the canal from here.
Something that I enjoy a whole lot less is being hooted out of bed due to the formation of the Carnival parade by slightly drunk brass and drumbands. Our country is devided in two parts: the Calvinist north, that is not supposed to do carnival and the Catholic south that does celebrate it. Still there are morons that every year try to convert us here to join in this event. The parade it pathetic, and irritating as it hinders people doing their weekend shopping, blocking the entire citycenter when they criscross there all of saturday and sunday. The only nice thing this year was a gorgeous police guy escorting the head of the parade. If he'd only do the other kind of escorting, I'd surely hire him!
16-02-2007
tonight :
at xxxLeather, Amsterdam
15-02-2007
In & Out see you tomorrow at the xxxLeather, Amsterdam
11-02-2007
post Valentine, almost
Away with all the hart imagery and lets get back to core stuff. Like music!
So much great new stuff with a huge queer appeal came around recently in the best tradition of Scissorsisters, or should we say Freddy Mercury, Beegees or even Elton John? I'm talking about Mika, did I mention Mika? and Falloutboy. Wow. dare I say: We sissies never had it so good! It's still too new, so I do not dare to put them two online here. Let's just stay with a good old fart from my own generation, Randy Jones, who also made a great new album that radiates the original Village People fun and campiness, but then done with songs from later on from PetShopBoys, Robby Williams, and others. But he does Glen Campbells song 'Rhinestone Cowboy' too!
further we are getting into "national eurovision songfestival fever" again. Edsilia Rombley will represent our country. Here is the song she brought to nr 4 in 1998:
The 2007 song will be selected tonight with Paul de Leeuw on Ned1
10-02-2007
two fathers We did a youtube queer video election last night at our local gay community center: from 90 nominations a shortlist was selected of 35 clips that were played on the back wall. By voting and a lot of (re)counting a top 10 finally got destilled around 1 AM.
The number one was a typical Dutch ditty, sung by a 12 year old. Which luckily shows we all are a bit peado deep within. We needed that after the agro I reported on february 1st. 'm glad to show it here, and it does have english subtitles:
and now for something completely different:
Coming friday hopefully, I'll be at the tripleX at the More in A'dam I'm in need of some of the above and some of the below didn't do that decently since last saturday.
06-02-2007
cold
it is snowing in the Vermeerstraat and my hands are freezing. Why oh why did I decide to buy a bicycle this month? This one was taken just a minit ago from inside (my dining room window).
01-02-2007
moral police at the offensive again in my country
Thepast few days a dear friend of mine, Gert Hekma, is the victim. Gert teaches gay and lesbian studies in the Department of Sociology and Anthropology at the University of Amsterdam. His specialism is sociology and history of (homo)sexuality.
He had given an interview to Martijn magazine, a mag of the Dutch peadofile organisation, that a) tries to give everybody who is attracted to young guys a platform and home turf and b) tries to guide them in directions that keep them within the law and out of jail.
In it he had said, just to give some counterweight to neoreligious fanatics, that in his opinion sexual education should be mandatory, just like teaching Dutch and mathematics in school curriculums. It all started with an action of a boy called Danny,
who's 14 now, but since he's not allowed to get into gay bars and clubs, feels he's got to do something to be able to meet other young gay boys. He's planned to participate on a special young boat in the Amsterdam canal parade this summer. The COC (national homo org) has
adopted his plan and publicised it. Be it in its typical politically correct fashion. They said the boat would be kept away from boats hat displayed more explicit sexuality, would be accompanied by a boat with their parents, would not have alcohol, and the boys would go straight (?) home after the canal event (around 6 PM) and not attend any party afterwards.
Gert, as I, did find this aproach way to paternalising, so he steered into this confrontation in the media, which now has lead to multiple life threats and 24/7 protection from his univerity security dept. I can only react by supporting Gert and young gay boys' self awareness, and show it already existed over 500 years ago.
I will also wear my Treasure Island "Fuck the sex police" T-shirt from today untill it is worn and smells like shit.
29-01-2007
just wishing
it was summer again; I have had enough cold doesn't this make you want to play ball?
or ass or dick or threesome?
23-01-2007
Vermeer center
Just today started to get aquanted with the project I will be doing for the next few months: Getting all contributors to the exhibs
and interior of the center which is planned to open its medieval door early april to get their job done in time without stress. I.E, a mix of supervisor and a kind of high profile doorman job. For the moment the building, delivered only last year as a neo-monument, looks pretty hostile at the inside.
No runing water, nor electricity yet. But hopefully . . . soon, a vibrant asset to cultural life in Delft. The St Lucas gild was made up of everybody who had his masterpierce aproved by the guild-board in one of the following professional sectors: painting, sculpture, tapisty embroidery, glasmakers, engraving, ceramists, map illustrators, bookprinters and sellers. a guildbook from the 17th century hhas been conserved: See See Fabritius, number 75; Vermeer as number 78; De Hooch as number 80 in the 'Delft Meesterboek'. The gild was discontinued in 1833, after which the building deteriorated fast and was torn down and replaced by a school, at the end of that century.
That in turn has now made place for a remake of the old guild building, that is, as far as the facade is concerned. On the inside it is just a modern metal frame & concrete casco right now. Nevewrtheless, you can still imagine that these small windows with blinds do deliver what can be described as 'Vermeer light' already. On the top floor huge roof windows give an altogether different feel inside.
20-01-2007
Daniel
Just added a link to a very dear weblog by a guy I'm sure I will try to look up when next in NYC: Daniel. If not to hear his songs, a mix of Cat Stevens and Leonard Cohen, then for his heartbreaking but warm life story, or just to see his amazing cock for real!
You can get to them if you go to his page on Dlist.
by the way: Mr. Stevens has a song here: just click the player
18-01-2007
Storm
For the first time in my carreer I have not been able to get to work yesterday. The met office had issued a class 1 weather alarm, but so they did a week earlier, and then nothing really happened. But around lunchtime it looked like it was going to be somewhat more serious, so I ruled out doing the trip on the motorbike as I usually do. I also decided not to wait until 5 PM, when the storm was going to be at its peak, but depart straight away, and spend my surplus time in Amsterdam with shopping and visiting the bodies exhib in the Berlage stock exchange building.
But when I got to Delft central station, the whole building and the square in front were sealed off by police because debris was flying around. There were no trains going, exept one hub train to Den Haag central, which I took expecting I would find a connection to Amsterdam there. Once there I got on a train that promised to take me to Haarlem, which is almost there. Sadly once inside the notice came that it would not go any further than Leiden, as powerlines were down both in the direction Haarlem as in the direction Schiphol.
So I forced my way out of that train again, and tried to get back home. At that point there were also no trains going back to Delft anymore. Just one train managed to get me from Den Haag CS to Den Haag HS (less then a mile). There is a tram line going from there to Delft, and that was still running, amazingly. Sadly thousands of people wanted to get on it, so I managed only to board the third one departing, after spending an hour in the rain which by then was really coming down. I was standing next to the driver, who was wonderfully cool about the situation; he'd seen worse. All alarms went off at each stop because of overloading and doors not closing, being blocked by even more people trying to get on. He just forced the doors closed, overruling the alarm, turned up the radio volume, and sang along with the songs so he did not hear the outcries of the people left behind .
Another 30 minits later I was back home. 4 hours after setting off. By now the radio told people not to try to get oudoors at all. So trying the bike was really out of the question, if the road would not have been jammed anyway. So the show was cancelled. Back home I did the only thing left to do at such a time, resort to sex. The dirty chat I had with the guy I met last week at the Web/Argos/DirtyDicks can be found here.
07-01-2007
homo monument
visited Dutch miniature city Madurodam in december with Martin of Holland and found the homomonument had gotten an even more prominent site than in reality. The royal palace there has the national WWII monument on one side, and the gay monument on the other always felt the national monument was pretty homo-erotic in the first place:
07-01-2007
hectic 1st week . . .
I will never be an actor, but still, it felt nice not only doing the show from behind a light- and sound desk, but being on the receiving end of all them lights, even better doing that with pants down to your knees to promote Prince Albert piercings. Sadly I do not have any pics of that part of the show, only of the finale, where everybody joins in a travesty weddingdance:
and another vidclip?
02-01-2007
can't stand clean . . .
The saw got caught in your thong; yeah! some good old defaitism for the new year
also got this tasty light designer in training for you . . .
01-01-2007
clean slate
moved everything to the archives, to enable a fresh start.
boy, does this look nice and clean, wish it could stay that way.
Do visit my show with Suver Nuver, at Brakke Grond in Amsterdam, coming 3 weeks. or see you in Dirty Dicks and Argos, just 300 mtr from there, afterwards
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.