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.


Lots of quality galleries on great artwork by Bastille, Willem Kok, Player, Tom Jones, Harry Bush, Rex and Rohr plus many others
can now be found at delftboys's fun dept.
Doris Day, fav artist of my late friend Willem Kok

Julie Andrews, one of my own fav artists of all time
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.