International Gay Hairdresser magazine has named Holland “Best Gay Nation 2003”!?… So, it’s official, this is homo (homo) country!..
. Pleasant, futuristic even… Yet odd to many foreign men living here, the extent to which nichterige, gay-style dominates Holland’s glossy TV-print media world… Today’s straight Dutchmen’s fashion is definitely bent!… Surreal, the trendy clothes worn by young Dutch working-class type guys at discos & clubs… tough guys… construction workers, ditch diggers, hooligans… dressed like cat-walk queens!… wearing earrings, eye-liner, gel-y hair, short pants & slipper-sneakers, see-thru shirts, nipple rings!… globally unique these camp proletarian fashion freaks!… a straight Dutch male femin-omenon!… made by Holland’s gay media coterie… as promoted in the straight Dutchman’s fashion bible, MAN magazine, the gayest mainstream “men’s” magazine on the planet!… page-after-page of homo-erotic clothing ads… pubescent-looking male models… bare-chested, pants pulled down to their pubes, pink-cheeked & bodyhairless suggesting boyz not men… The pretty Dutch boy look is an amusing socio-cultural curiosity: In conservative Holland, how come straight men’s trendy fashion is so over-the-top feminine, gay?… Perhaps because most Dutchmen are practical types… bèta men… who above-all love fiddling with their computers, cars, building bridges, dikes, polder models… so they’ve simply left the whole glossy-media-TV-fashion business to Holland’s “creative gays”… Paul de Leeuw, MAN, Gordon… and speaking of Gordon!… his ugly mug’s been mucking up my public life for weeks now!, advertising posters of Gordon dressed in a homo-ironic sailorboy suit are plastered on the walls of every tram bus train stop… for months…Today, walking past Gordon, I finally breakdown and wonder what the slogan on his poster actually says?… Gordon gooit het roer om… my Dutch is bad, I confess, but I guess… judging by his Village People-cliché military look… “Gordon loves seamen”?… So now I’m walking home from c.s. in a funk of enforced Gordon-thought due to advertising overkill, thinking about seamen!… a thought that leads me straight back to Pim Fortuyn, who once proudly claimed he could tell what a man ate for dinner by the flavor of the guy’s semen… yum-yum!… a tasteful biology lesson for kids, from Mr. almost-President!… Dirty Dutchness… The People’s Hero swallowing sperm, proclaiming, “It tastes like duck!”…normality, relativity… Walking down the Phoenixstraat I’m thinking existentially, “…if Gordon wears adult-diapers because his sphincter’s shot, do metaphysical bananas ovulate…?”… What would Sartre say… when in Rome?… Home, finally, safe, until on my Hetnet homepage… a make-up caked face greets me!… Bridget’s her name… fake paint-by-numbers prettiness… none too intelligent-looking either…looks ambitious though…the ordinary-little-girl-who-cried-Someday-I’ll-Be-Famous type!…a dangerous ambition for talentless girls to have… for every lucky Demi Moore there’s three unlucky Demi Whores who end up end-up in porn!…Bridget, hustling mainstream S-E-X for her BNN pooiers, pimps… the web-article says Bridget’s hosting a new Dutch children’s TV show called “Neuken doe je zo” (“Fucking, you do it like this”)… classy!… the article says Bridget’s show will answer kids’ questions like, “My boyfriend wants me to blow him. Should I swallow?”…Naturally, Bridget’s an expert…but such filth for kids?!… Monday night, 10pm, BNN, neuken voor kinderen… yuck, and all for a buck!… A day in my Dutch life… from central station to my homepage… enough commercial sex semen to gag a hundred Gordons… So, absolutely Pim & your disciples!, Islam is “achterlijk (backward)”!… Long live children’s sex shows Bridget blowjobs & EndeMol!… Allah forfend!
International Gay Hairdresser magazine has named Holland “Best Gay Nation 2003”!?… So, it’s official, this is homo (homo) country!… Pleasant, futuristic even… Yet odd to many foreign men living here, the extent to which nichterige, gay-style dominates Holland’s glossy TV-print media world… Today’s straight Dutchmen’s fashion is definitely bent!… Surreal, the trendy clothes worn by young Dutch working-class type guys at discos & clubs… tough guys… construction workers, ditch diggers, hooligans… dressed like cat-walk queens!… wearing earrings, eye-liner, gel-y hair, short pants & slipper-sneakers, see-thru shirts, nipple rings!… globally unique these camp proletarian fashion freaks!… a straight Dutch male femin-omenon!… made by Holland’s gay media coterie… as promoted in the straight Dutchman’s fashion bible, MAN magazine, the gayest mainstream “men’s” magazine on the planet!… page-after-page of homo-erotic clothing ads… pubescent-looking male models… bare-chested, pants pulled down to their pubes, pink-cheeked & bodyhairless suggesting boyz not men… The pretty Dutch boy look is an amusing socio-cultural curiosity: In conservative Holland, how come straight men’s trendy fashion is so over-the-top feminine, gay?… Perhaps because most Dutchmen are practical types… bèta men… who above-all love fiddling with their computers, cars, building bridges, dikes, polder models… so they’ve simply left the whole glossy-media-TV-fashion business to Holland’s “creative gays”… Paul de Leeuw, MAN, Gordon… and speaking of Gordon!… his ugly mug’s been mucking up my public life for weeks now!, advertising posters of Gordon dressed in a homo-ironic sailorboy suit are plastered on the walls of every tram bus train stop… for months…Today, walking past Gordon, I finally breakdown and wonder what the slogan on his poster actually says?… Gordon gooit het roer om… my Dutch is bad, I confess, but I guess… judging by his Village People-cliché military look… “Gordon loves seamen”?… So now I’m walking home from c.s. in a funk of enforced Gordon-thought due to advertising overkill, thinking about seamen!… a thought that leads me straight back to Pim Fortuyn, who once proudly claimed he could tell what a man ate for dinner by the flavor of the guy’s semen… yum-yum!… a tasteful biology lesson for kids, from Mr. almost-President!… Dirty Dutchness… The People’s Hero swallowing sperm, proclaiming, “It tastes like duck!”…normality, relativity… Walking down the Phoenixstraat I’m thinking existentially, “…if Gordon wears adult-diapers because his sphincter’s shot, do metaphysical bananas ovulate…?”… What would Sartre say… when in Rome?… Home, finally, safe, until on my Hetnet homepage… a make-up caked face greets me!… Bridget’s her name… fake paint-by-numbers prettiness… none too intelligent-looking either…looks ambitious though…the ordinary-little-girl-who-cried-Someday-I’ll-Be-Famous type!…a dangerous ambition for talentless girls to have… for every lucky Demi Moore there’s three unlucky Demi Whores who end up end-up in porn!…Bridget, hustling mainstream S-E-X for her BNN pooiers, pimps… the web-article says Bridget’s hosting a new Dutch children’s TV show called “Neuken doe je zo” (“Fucking, you do it like this”)… classy!… the article says Bridget’s show will answer kids’ questions like, “My boyfriend wants me to blow him. Should I swallow?”…Naturally, Bridget’s an expert…but such filth for kids?!… Monday night, 10pm, BNN, neuken voor kinderen… yuck, and all for a buck!… A day in my Dutch life… from central station to my homepage… enough commercial sex semen to gag a hundred Gordons… So, absolutely Pim & your disciples!, Islam is “achterlijk (backward)”!… Long live children’s sex shows Bridget blowjobs & EndeMol!… Allah forfend!
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