torn between too many options Was in doubt all of yesterday, whether I should go to Amsterdam for the first poz and proud meeting that I was invited to. I'm very curious to meet the guys behind this club in the flesh. But hey, why did they
organise it on a wednesdaynight at 21 hrs? That's pretty awkward for somebody from out of town: On a thursday A'dam shops are open until 21hrs, so one can do some shopping in advance and gay bars are crowded early, so there are options afterwards too.
Also, I started Vermeercenter work at 6h30 this morning. In the afternoon I finalised my tax returns, for which my postponed deadline runs out tomorrow, after that. I already uploaded it too, only to realise seconds later that I did not enter a forgotten savings account of about 10,000 euro. Too much to
be excused by our ministry of finance. Luckily, with digital submission we can now re-submit after 24 hours, so I also need a clear mind tomorrow. To finally tip the balance: I had not finished the update of the still-to-do list for the contractor who built the Vermeer Center. They needed it on their desks this morning at 7!
One last final argument to stay in Delft: it was movienight at DWH, and they played a movie by Todd Stephens ( the guy who wrote "Edge of Seventeen" and directed the hilareous "Another gay movie", at nr. 16 and 17 in my homo movie top 50) .
This film, Gypsy 83, is straight in at nr 7 and I'm in love with Kett Turton, who plays the innocent gay goth boy! It has the same feelgood power as Shortbus: I'm happy all morning and re-established my love affair with the Cure, now tune of the month here. Also wearing the "Boys don't cry" Tshirt again.
29-08-2007
Edmund White We all know this founding stone of written queer culture since the start of the aids era, I hope. He has a new short stories book out called Chaos. Just one divine quote here: "Desire doesn’t become any uglier the older we get (though some dismiss it as such); it simply becomes less ashamed of itself." No review of the book here; that already has been done over at queerclick.
28-08-2007
art update The new september layout has been done for the delftboys site. I tried to focus back to the original artists that inspired us to start this webmuseum. Not many of the general gay population know, but there is one artist's-artist who is the undisputed ultimate favorite amongst them for over half a century now.
I guess the hottest ass èver put on paper with colorpencil will convince even the most stubborn, who still think Tom of Finland was the ultimate pioneer. Sure, Tom had a much more extensive ouvre, and was much more succesfull at marketing his work, very much helped by the great group of fans who set up the foundation in his name.
In the db-masterclass you can find the complete collection of his work, or what we now know is preserved, in the highest and cleanest resolution available online. In the past 4 years nobody ( and no art group) has come up with any better scan; but we are still looking.
On TomJones' website you can read for hours in the private letters they exchanged during the last dramatic years of Harry Bush. In the masterclass a lot of this (illustrated) writing has been cleaned up into easier readable html files.
24-08-2007
sigh of relief I survived a week of daytime work and nighttime partying. It was more rewarding as in earlier years: As I hinted at below, the communication with the younger generation is definitely on the mend. And not a day to soon: one cannot keep going on a diet of puritanism, or it has to be all lies, as you Americans have learned from the past 7 years administration and clergy-leaders. And now I'm ready to dive nosedeep into the armpits of this guy, and after facefuck that tiny mouth of his into oblivion.
20-08-2007
owee OWEE ! This Amsterdam canalpride image was entered here on august 6th, because it was such an extremely powerful photo, done by my downstairs neighbour Eric. That entry can now be deleted as the photo has been re-used as poster for the new students week. There is a little irony in the text: the dwh youthgroup is called outsite. In their first years (~2002) they were the most conservative group of members the dwh has èver had (sign of the times). I'm being kind here; I used to call them self discriminatory. But they are getting much better, slowly, over recent years. And this year they are actually good fun again to work with, and they can take jokes again, instead of taking everything deadly serious. In Dutch the words 'out' and 'oud' sound the same, The first has the same meaning for gay men as in English, the other word means old.
And for who's interested in typografical detail: the logo letters are stretched vertically, so that it looks young and virile, while the other caracters are fattened somewhat, giving a sedate, older impression.
new pix from market square today sign says: "come in our closet"
18-08-2007
Hairspray did tremendously enjoy the Hairspray double bill last week, Wednesday the Waters verson of 1988 played at DWH, thursday was gay night at the local cinema with the 2007 version
The prizes for acting were won by the original: Divine, Ricky Lake and Blondy outplayed Travolta, Nicky Blonski and Michelle Pfeiffer. Singing and dancing was won by the 2007 version. But then I did miss the old original sixties hits by Chubby Checker, Gene Pitney, Shirelles (but the new generation will not notice that), the Madison and other authentic dances. Also the parody that was part of John Waters' film was watered down, although his cameo apearance in the new version as pervy trenchcoat cockflasher was a masterpiece, and sooo Waters! Anyway, the fun differences between both made seeing them in sequence a great extra, and not a minit felt like waste. The teenage hearttrob in 1988 was a hot clone of Elvis at age 17, this time our dick was even more stirred by Zac Effron: WOW!
And tempting as it may be I've not added the trailer for the new movie, but the original one from the eighties:
15-08-2007
art reminder have been working on an update of the bodymodification gallery of db/queerart.
It is not the core content of the site, that is (and will remain) the output of the art-craft-heroes who shaped our culture over the past half century. But boy, do I respect the guys who make their body into a work of art. Some going so far that they rather limit their future employment chances and social standing then compromise their true self. Do go check it in full 4 yourself !
MAD as HELL !
Today another of my favorite Blog sites was cencored out of existance by Google management. Who the fuck do they think they are to force George Bush morality through the throat of the rest of the world? I guess my retired pornstar will find a way back online, but with submitting yourself to a free service with 125 pages of service prerequisites, that nobody reads, I guess we all know you are in for a bad deal. I can only suggest to EVERYBODY BLOGGING: do it on your OWN SERVERSPACE! and host it in a country more tolerant then the current USofA. It really is not that difficult. With your online account you mostly get 100 meg of webspace, more then enough to host your log. Steal my templates, I don't care, or make your own.
don't think so; rather have sexually open morals
And before all kinds of short tempered americans, who don't know me better and never read this log before, start to get fired up: the US is still my second fav country, where I have more friends then in any other country in the world and we here in NL are in the middle of the same war against fundamentalist christians and muslims.
And NO, there is no form inserted here by the webhost, where you can complain or demand this page to be taken offline. If you still find the content objectionable, your sollicitor will have to file an official formal complaint to a Dutch district attorney, before action can or will be taken. I wish you luck . . .
And yes, under our law extremists are allowed to preach violence online too, but I still rather have that, then american mothers interfering with MY sexuality.
Also DO NOT think anything goes in this country either. The law is taken much more serious then in the hippy years, as illustrated in yesterday's entry.
11-08-2007
bad luck; a summer event recorded from my front corner window
These guys were stopped and forced to anchor by the police because they threw beercans in the canal. Rightly so. While they had 'm ashore they also did an alcohol breath test and as all 4 were over the limit were issued with a fine and were not allowed back on the water again until a friend they contacted, who was sober enough arrived 2 hours later.
05-08-2007
canal pride
I did not make pix, but many others did. You can see some here. I did shoot video, online too, but, there is a blip at the end, sorry:
It shows why Amsterdam is very fortunate, to be able to have the pride parade on water.
Sadly in past years the number of boats with extravagant acts and strong messages has diminished, leaving the main impression of just half a million people having fun at the canals. Only good thing that for the first time there was a boat for young gays from 12 till 16. Our neoreligeous gouvernement had not been able to convince Amsterdams mayor that it was immoral and illegal. GOOD!
Also a BAD note: 5 reports of muslim based anti gay violence reported over the weekend in Amsterdam, Haarlem, Den Haag. Our local war on terrorism goes on: the 22 year old chairman of the ex-muslim commitee has been beaten up for a 3rd time. He's now given special protection by our national security service.
After the parade I went to 'Happy II tease', the gay artists group exhibition at the American Bookstore gallery. That was really, really good: 3 floors of work showing 6 of the best visual artists working in A'dam. More on db queer art.
At night I went to Trash . More on that later on the poz page. First I have to recover some: I'm still 'fuckin' tired.
All the more because traditionally the day after canalpride we here in Delft have "westland pride", an agricultural show on water that passes our house. The boats are not as hot as the ones in Amsterdam, so I concentrated on this young photographer, who had taken position next to us. More tasty bits were on the other side and shot by Gerson (they survived ).
04-08-2007
swim with pride a newfound weblog friend wrote about his sports activities and how swimming is struck off his list in Amsterdam due to the horrid experiences with female swimmers. I do SOOOO agree! I always used to call them brulboeien (buois with fog-syrens), due to awfull chitterchatter they tend to have to engage in, lying still in the middle of the water, meanwhile spreading the smell of cheap hairspray, needed to keep their blonded beehives upright and yelling and screaming if a person like myself dares to swim past in freestyle and throws up a few drops of water onto their head contraption. Even worse is that they seem to come in pairs, and they communicate tripe like: "Meid, meid, meid, dat heb ik dan weer; het moet nouw toch 's hoognodig verboden worden om te zwemmen in een zwembad!" (sorry, tried, but cannot translate that, only John Waters, Gore Vidal or Truman Capote could be trusted with those lines). My best swim experiences are all in 50 m pools abroad too, Like the outside pool you come across with the U-Bahn Prinzenstrasse in Kreuzberg, Berlin, the olympic pool in München, but also the 50m bad at Singel in Antwerp. Also liked Oasis sportcenter near Covcent Garden in London. The good thing about the virus ( for me; don't presume it will work the same with others) right now, is that my body is in better shape then ever. My musculature has not suffered (yet), but I'm a lot leaner; my weight is down to 72 kg, the level I kept it at from age 24 till 42. I fit again in clothes that I only kept for sentimental reasons, but had not tried on for over a decade, like the white flared summer jeans, that did wonders for my ass and crotch in the past, yep, the days that it was still fashionable for queers to show a decent bulge. Let's try to get a photograph of that in the next few days, ( while the going's good ) .
Hey, Tommy, maybe I should invite you to sportfondsenbad Delft, where everyone not doing laps is kept out of the lanes. Another plus: the steambath is free for pool users: HOT! Finally, on ourtube, the gay clips selection of the DWH, I also fulminated agains the "allochtonentent", which is not the dwelling of Mr Gadaffi in Libia, but the swimwear our Turkish and Maroccan youths tend to choose. They never wear goggles, so they dont even know how ridiculoos they look under water: Those baggy things hold a large bubble of air that holds their ass up, giving the impression they cannot swim, which is often true. The pull of the airbubble also stretches the frontside of their swimbag, showing a detailed contour of their package. They should consult us queens about swimwear, instead of being so fucked up about their sexuality.
got it: delivery = superfast, 2 days! only took me 2 weeks to scan the box
31-07-2007
high hopes for this fall : will be 1st in line when they hit the shops (for vid go to ourtube)
29-07-2007
high hopes for august : the wheather cannot get any worse . . .
27-07-2007
Ich mag Wurst : Great stills from the Freaks series, 3 videos by Wurst from Berlin, as promissed.
Close ups below, of the same guy you see right above here, I filmed his face for ten minits, while he was being fisted, back in the old Vagevuur in 2002. I was carried away by the total surrender in pain, agony and extacy his face shows (and still does on the recent freak dvd). The theater play poster I used the stills on, plus the more then elbow deep fist scene (while he was standing up!) are online on delftboys, but don't think there is any of that legendary aura left in Eindhoven: The current managers love to lick ass with city autorities, health inspectors, firebrigade and police, rather then bestowing such service upon their punters, as Martin of Holland, who was there just last week, can confirm. The place now is a total betrayal and parody of its original revolutionary stand.
24-07-2007
I want :
20-07-2007
artwork thoughts Came across works of the artist I used originally to get the feel across about what this weblog was about. He's had exhibits over at Lesley Lohman in NYC because he was one of the rare artists that succesfully depicted the steamy sweat, testosterone, piss and cum saturated atmosphere that hung around NYC all over the seventies as if it was a lasting season fog. He's special because he does paint the darkness of a darkroom and the suggestion and challenge that comes with it.
Now we all are made up differently when it comes to what our nervecells give the priority express treatment when passing things on from the retina to our conciousness braincells and then on through the spine to the prostate, asshole, dickhead and sweatglands. What works for me in enhancing the bioprocesses is the sense of reality, of something actually waiting to happen. So your average Falcon or Colt star or Ted Colunga's superdick or his amazing chest- and asshair may be world record material, but hey, he did not message me yet, nor is he on a plane right now to Delft to rip open my asshole. No, the slightest suggestion of dropped jeans in the dark recesses of my local cruisebar or a duo eyeing me to get into their showerfuck action, those will work! As do some pornstars from Germany working for Cazzo or Wurst that I've actually met, fucked or filmed with.
I promiss you to get some pix of them on here, when I have time to search through my backup drives that hold old Vagevuur video, from the days that was still the hottest place in Europe. It is now on my boycot list for betraying their old ideals, as is the Boss in den Haag, for its selective entry policy.
19-07-2007
Seeding, in order to harvest in september
Planning my 5 day stay at West Hollywood for the weekend of september 20 till 25 when I will attend the Tom of Finland Artfair. I was there last year and had a blast of a time, also my stay at the San Vicente gay resort is surely worth a repeat. There is just one thing I hope to improve on this year. If you think West Hollywood works the same way as Amsterdam you've got another thing coming: NO WAY can one just presume you will hit a hot ass if you go cruising at the Faultline or the Eagle. Having sex on the premisses seems a big no-no. So
what I need now is some pre-arranged sex dates at private parties or a guide who would not mind showing me around all the leaking cocks or hot and juicy assholes that seem to populate the city. If you need more advance information on my frame of mind and sexual preferences, maybe look first at the poz page. Then get back here, especially if you're a mean dirty top and not of the enema + deodorant asshole persuation, and mail me. And invitation back to Amsterdam and Delft goes without saying.
18-07-2007
STH, review of unnatural acts
Just came across the first cover of the magazine that I have such warm memories of. Luckily these days the good old cheap pinkish paper has returned in the form of BUTT, butt the original true confessions of the true perverts was a minblow when I first saw them on the bedside of my friend Pieter in the early seventies.
Sadly almost all of them got stolen by a kleptomaniac trick he had back then, so only the latter ones (issues 41 to 52) made it to an upper shelve in my SMUT cupboard, after his early death in '92.
You can hear Pieter singing a song from the play we did in the seventies if you click on the image. Mind you, it is in Dutch and not too fantastic in sound quality.
17-07-2007
Hottest season
Am trying to plan the events I'll attend around Amsterdam's canalpride. The Trash party is definitly included.
16-07-2007
Happy Birthday
Yesterday was the 65th birtday of dear friend and fellow delftboys/queerart foundation boardmember: Martin of Holland, so a good opportunity to show one of the nicest portraits I ever did of him, in the hall of the gemeentemuseum of Den Haag
14-07-2007
a new apple is born :
now that is what I call: "TASTY" ! By the way: poz is updated!
12-07-2007
great summer
Was working on the galleries on Dboys/queerart and came across a painting by Serbian artist Nebojsa Zdravkovic, which reminded me of a summertrip I did in my mothers car with two lovers back in the summer of 1975. We did manage to get to Banja Luka in the middle of what was then Yougoslavia, Bosnia now. And had superhot steamy times in the lakes of Plitvice. Although it was highly erotic, my big-city constitution can only take so much of the piece and quite of overwhelming nature, not to mention the fundamental problems of a 3-way-holiday, so we drove over 1000 km straight ot of there through Italy to France to get back to urban civilisation (and cruising) as fast as possible.
Sorry Italians, I could have chosen Venice, Torino or Milano, but I'd done those cities earlier and had not found any gay club culture to speak of. Maybe things are different now. Next time, to make up, I promiss to delve into hot experiences I had with an Italian marine at a gay camp near Bologna, cruising in the Sienna fortress, or under the arches of the Verona Colosseum, between the elephants and camels of the Verdi operas. Yep, we also passed the reststop then (and on many other occasions) at Ventimiglia, which is now voted as the ultimate nightmare in all of the EU when it comes to motorway reststop experiences.
13-07-2007
rimmin' Text copied from nakedcamei, but I just had to, because I so deeply agree:
except for the part where he states only twinks can rim with passion: bullshit!
I saw a gay porn film today in which two twinks rimmed ass. The one twink had jet-black hair and furry legs, and was bent foward over a white couch. This lifted his ass high into the air, and his slightly spread legs kept his ass cheeks open. The other twink, a golden blond with almost no body hair except for pits and pubes, spread those ass cheeks and then proceeded to bury his face between those slightly furry globes.
You know, I rarely see muscle-men or jocks or fratboys do that. It's usually twinks who plunge their face into ass, and then tongue away as if they were dredging for gold.
The blond boy licked like a madman, and rubbed his whole face in that delicious crack. He moaned and whimpered like he was having an orgasm. Again, I almost never see bodybuilders or fratboys do that. Just twinks.
The twink being rimmed was rock-raging-hard. His legs trembled while he was tongued. It was astonishing. His penis actually dripped precum, even though he did not touch his aching hard prick. After a few minutes of screen-time, he began sobbing. Sobbing, as if he'd just had an orgasm and was getting his knob slurped on.
Spit dripped down the twink's thighs and balls. He moaned repeatedly as the blond gasped for breath while chowing down on his asshole.
I wish I could get rimmed like that. Only one of my last four boyfriends liked to rim at all, much less rim my ass. I love being rimmed, and I love to rim.
God, I want to rim someone right now.
drawing and paintings are by Harry Bush and Tom Jones. All works (several hundreds) can be found in highres on DB-queerart.
while I'm at it, why not show TJ's 'bananasplit' I have above my camp red couch:
eh , 07-07-07
great summer
Although I belong to the climate cynics, I thought it nice to include an image to point to the Live Earth weekend. I could have taken an image from the UK with cars swept along the currents of valley rivers gone insane, but thouth it beter to stick to my own country where, due to its flatness and centuries of below sea level experience, damage does not get much further then minor flooding of some agricultural grounds. Depressing, nonetheless.
Two songs have been added to my list that immortalises the summer of 2007: Snow Patrol's Chasing cars and Linkin Park's What I've done. Look for them as backgroundtrack here in the coming weeks (it's Bowie just now).
05-07-2007
movie choices
That time of the year again when we choose the homo movie to play outside in the new student week. Criteria always seem to include that the content must not scare away potential doubltful male inclined twinks. My argument against it always is: you CANNOT scare away homos because either you ARE one OR you're NOT. If you are, you're doomed forever, and you will not be able to walk away from our queer magnetism, and if you're not, then you still may like a movie with some innuendo. The problem that arises annually is that those newlygays have such an incredible low self esteem: the aren't worth suicide nor murder! Anyway, my nr. one movie on the movie top 30 is dismissed, because even under Dutch law you cannot confront unexpecting passers by to explicit sex, which is abundent in this movie. The nr. 2 movie is also not suitable, because it does not tell a story; uh, well it does but it will not bind attention with unsuspecting audiences. It is however used for the past decade inside the premisses, to set the mood on the videowalls.
the movie I chose got a review last month: "Another gay movie", june 19th entry It confirms your WORST fears about homos, so be warned! you must be into pink and red for this one
03-07-2007
more summer
While we get drowned here with one mega thunderstorm after another, I still try to keep the spirit and testosterone at summer level: If I must drown then let it pleeeaaaz . . . be in semen. (for pix of that I refer you to the poz page)
maybe an image from Wimbledon will also help: or shall we just stay focussed on the beach: barefaced shaved dick will get to me time and again
02-07-2007
Black Hole
I do not like copying other guys' finds on this weblog, but have to make an exception here, in order not to lose the url to this fantastic piece of vid from Cazzo (or was it Wurst) from Berlin. It shows a gorgeous hole penetrated by hot vegetable; in short: amazing video!
01-07-2007
First post after archiving Nice and empty and fast loading again! the previous 6 months are retrievable through the archive some pix to mark the real start of summer one must be included from the amazing highres screensavers collection over at Delftboys by the legendary pencil artist Harry Bush: one more:
to first half of the year
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.