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Allereerst complimenten voor het internationale magazine, het manifest tegen de bimboficatie van (homo)seksualiteit – het eendimensionale beeld van de nowaday gays met afgetrainde, afgetrokken smoelen, geharste torso’s en gelaserde bilnaden.
U maakt een eerbetoon aan alle jongens en mannen – al dan niet met hangzakken, behaarde ruggen of bierbuiken – die wel de moed hebben om naar zichzelf te kijken in plaats van naar de glossy’s en de opgeblazen, opgespoten beelden die de Verenigde Staten via alle mogelijke kanalen op ons netvlies zenden. En als ze naar zichzelf durven kijken, dan is de kans op authentieke gedachten en ideeen groter. Daar getuigt jullie magazine van. Hulde!

LOS ANGELES, U.S.A. — I am not a huge fan of Chi Chi LaRue. Her films are too polished and the general premise of a drag queen directing porn is enormously unappealing to me. Despite this, her Dirty Deeds party was recommended as a must-see while I was in LA visiting from New York. The party was at Fu Bar on Santa Monica Blvd. in West Hollywood. A gothic showgirl drag queen collected my five-dollar entrance fee. The bar was all black and felt like a sanitized LA version of New York’s The Cock. The stage ran the length of the bar and was designed to showcase go-go boys.

NEW YORK CITY, U.S.A. — In theory, the West Side Club in New York City is like any European gay sauna: dim lights, men in towels and an incredible maze of mirrored cabins and small corridors that are designed to provide you with the perfect trajectory to find your fuck for the night, or the half hour. However, in the US, going to a sauna has a stigma that is hard to explain: you’re too ugly, too desperate, too weird, or, god forbid, too old to get off anywhere else.

BRUSSELS, BELGIUM — The best sex session I had last month was with a bartender in Brussels. I rarely do the Brussels’s scene, since it’s mainly rather camp and snooty, but two friends and I were there for this mid-week Libertines concert, so we decided to make it an all-nighter all the same, never mind the bollocks, etc. The Libertines played a criminally short gig, and then we hit the town — more specifically the gay zone — only to find the very few places I did know over there to be either closed or semi-deserted.

NEW YORK CITY, U.S.A. – I was coming home from this awful club in New York City called Avalon, which used to be Limelight. I hailed a cab. When the Arab driver turned around and asked me where I wanted to go, he stared at me, even after I told him where I wanted to go. He wore a red wool knit lumberjack hat, and had a round face with a beard which was more like ten days not shaving than an actual Osama-style beard. He asked me where I had been, and when I told him he replied, ‘Isn’t tonight gay night?’ We then got into a very Kinsey-esque discussion of the different levels of being gay, and how I was 100% gay but some guys could fuck women and some could fuck men and not be considered totally gay.

ANTWERP, BELGIUM — This happened last weekend. I was in a bar and this guy stuck his hand in my jeans and he started snogging me. I had been hoping for this to happen but hadn’t seen it coming.