de keuzeopties voor de meest gore, vunzige perversies

Choices, Choices:
My sexlife, your sexlife
what does it matter;
if you don't like it: fine.
All 5 pix here are linx (to my most fundamental pages, nontheless!)
and remember: this page was made in the previous century and only left online for sentimental reasons.

and two salvaged last century pages:
march 2001 and
april.

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	When I was just a little boy I asked my mother What will I be? Will I be shitty? Will I be bitch? Here's what she said to me: Gay sera, sera! Whatever is queer will be! The future's not ours to see Gay sera, sera. When I grew up and stiff with lust I asked my sweetheart What lies ahead Will they be firm ones Day after day Here's what he said to me: Turd sera, sera! It comes with the pee you see The future we leave to tea Turd sera sera. Now I have pig boys of my own They ask their manscat What will I find Will I find handsome? Will I find shit? I tell them tenderly:	Sing along with aunty Ad@ : of course the tune is: my favorite Sound of Music song singalong sound of music sold out in Rotterdam Bullets and bumpers and yellow sunglasses Barbacks and doormen with tight little asses Tatoos and Levis on e-ver-y queen These are all part of the Gay Circuit Scene Dealers and bouncers and homely fag haggies Uppers and downers in clear plastic baggies Hots shorts and cock rings and all things obscene These are all part of the Gay Circuit Scene Glo-sticks and Blow Pops and loud metal whistles Tearing your cheek on unshaven back bristles K-holes and O.D.s becoming routine These are all part of the Gay Circuit Scene refrain: When my week bites, when my job sucks When my life is sad I simply retreat to the Gay Circuit Scene and then I don't feel...much of anything Miss Morabito and Victor and Abel Junior who spins like my dead gramma Mabel Tic-Tacs and Tina to make you so lean These are all part of the Gay Circuit Scene Cher and Madonna and Cher and Madonna Cher and Madonna and Cher and Madonna Cher and Madonna you know what I mean They are all part of the Gay Circuit Scene Tickets and lines and the ex-boyfriend wanker Curse her, berate her, then pay her & thank her My wallet is empty of all that is green This is just part of the Gay Circuit Scene refrain: When the gym's closed, after hours And I'm going mad I simply retreat to the Gay Circuit Scene and then I don't feel... what did you ask me again?

Painting above by Bastille, leaking by me
the hills are alive . . . . life get's better year by year.