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Reijer's World: ‘Look At That Candy Ass, Such Nice Buttocks..’

by Reijer Breed

Every morning, also in the weekend, my alarmclock goes at 7.30. My two black cats run straight to their feeding bowls. They each get a handful of dry food and some snacks. Then, I make coffee in my old filter machine and roll a cigarette I put next to my PC. At a quarter to eight I visit my neighbor, miss Van der Vaart. She’s eighty-seven-years old and has arthritis in her hands.

Reijer's world: What Do You Mean, A Double Life?

by Reijer Breed

I have been sexually active since I was ten, in Zaandam. Our family moved to Wormerveer when I was eleven. All new neighbor boys. And I became very popular. In the alley. On the playground.

Reijer's World: ‘When You’re Finished With Him, Can I Do Him?’

by Reijer Breed

The telephone rang. It was Timo from Amersfoort. He was twenty-two at the time, I twenty-eight. “I miss my family so much,” he cried. “Come on,” I said, “I will cheer you up. Jump on a train and come to Amsterdam. We’ll do something fun together.” Timo’s father had come from Italy to The Netherlands in 1962 as a factory worker. He ended up in an expensive boarding house in Amersfoort. A few years later his family came over as well.

Reijer's World: ‘What Do You Want To Do To My Little Star?’

by Reijer Breed

“Hey there, how’s it going?” “Hi Willem! Well, actually not all that great. My almost 23-year old friend cat Ceesje is lying here next to me on the couch, dying,” I said. “Oh dear, that is terrible, is the vet with you?” “No, my friend Lex from the Zaanstreek told me how he’d helped his own kitty and then I decided to do it myself too. I’ve given him medication and I have morphine capsules. My little Ceesje has lost his memory since last week.

Reijer's World: ‘How Much For The Pussy?’

by Reijer Breed

Once again in heat I frolicked around exciting Amsterdam. I was eighteen. Jeans and T-shirt. It was sometime around eight in the evening en it started to get dark. Near the second railroad bridge of the Central Station was a urinal for two persons. There were only a few attractive men. I was just wallking around a bit. In front of the postoffice building a car stopped close to me. The window was opened. “Do you feel like to come with me?,” a nice looking elderly man asked me. I got in.

Reijer's World: Attention, Soldier Breed!

by Reijer Breed

My father had been rejected for military service. He was too skinny. Some of his peers in Wieringerwaard who did have to go, came home with great stories. And finally the time came that his first child and only son had to serve the country. He was totally upset, but at birthday parties loudly screamed: “That’s where they will make a man out of him!” Everybody had to laugh.

‘Come On Bitch, I Wanna Make You Scream Again In The Thermos’

by Reijer Breed

I was once in the Thermos sauna, sitting at the bar with Charlie. He was a big broad black guy from Chicago. We’d had a really nice time together upstairs in a cabin and needed to catch our breath with a glass of juice.

‘You Can Continue Sucking Me Off Now’

by Reijer Breed

I live in a senior unit of a “fifty-five and over” apartment complex. The complex consists of two blocks: one four stories high and the other six stories. They’re connected with an arcade. At the main entrance there’s the reception. In the arcade there’s a hair salon, a shop, a laundromat, an Internet café and an activity room with a bar.

Reijer's World - ‘Better Take Your Socks Off As Well’

by Reijer Breed

Last year I was all of a sudden struck by a rather serious health problem. My two sisters and a few friends rushed to my aid. In a group mail I informed my steady lovers that I wasn’t available for a while. A few of them sent sweet mails in reply. “Take care and let me know when I can come visit you again.” But hey, nothing is very little of anything, so a few weeks ago I thought of a little mischievous plan. I surfed to bullchat.nl and placed the following add: “Senior gay rims young guy!”

Reijer's World - ‘Monogamy Is Bourgeois’

by Reijer Breed

In 1973, on Friday the thirteenth, I met Lefert at the COC in Wormerveer. It may sound as a cliché, but it was love at first sight. I was totally overwhelmed. The only thing I could think of was him. At the time, I was working at the news agency ABC Press Service in Amsterdam. “Come here for a second...” my lesbian boss Loes Robert said. “You are radiating. What is going on?” Well, she was right. I was madly in love. I visited my parents to tell them.

‘Popper Me Up and Fuck My Mangina!’

by Reijer Breed

The week from the 1st till the 8th of August in 1998 was one of the most beautiful of my life. De Gay Games here in Amsterdam. Our own gay international sports and culture gathering. At the time I was working at City Hall for the center of town. I sent out a group mail to all my colleagues if they wanted to volunteer as a steward during the opening and closing ceremonies in the Arena. Within three days I had seventy-five applications.

Reijer's Wereld - ‘I Told You, Gays Give Better Blow Jobs’

by Reijer Breed

In 1978 my friend Lefert and I went on holiday to Norway. At the Coen harbor of Amsterdam we drove our car onto a ship of the Fred Olsen line. After we’d found our cabin we decided to kick off our trip with a beer in one of the many bars on board. This is where we saw drunken Norwegians for the first time. Because alcohol is so expensive at home in Norway they don’t know when to stop drinking. The men were shouting at each other and leaning on their drunken women. We decided to sit on deck.

Reijer's World - ‘He du geile Sau, du machts mir Affengeil’

by Reijer Breed

I had met Kurt in Amsterdam. A blushing hot 28-year old guy. We had a lot of sex in the Hans Brinker Hotel where he stayed. Now I was visiting him in Berlin for a couple of days. We walked through the snow on Kufürstendamm. It was bitterly cold. I had an appointment with an active Berlin gay group, the AHA: the “Algemeine Homosexuelle Arbeidsgemeinschaft” [General Gay Working Community]. They had a discussion evening and I was going to tell them about my work at the COC.

Reijer's World - ‘Will You Follow Me To The Toilets, Please? My Boyfriend Wants

by Reijer Breed

I never liked large cafes and discos with loud music. I always had to depend on my tongue-way. So, I frequented the smaller bars. One of my favorite bars has always been the Krokodil on Amstelstraat. I visited this for the first time when I was sixteen. I was going with thirty-four-year old Klaas. In my opinion Klaas was very old. Klaas shared a large flat in Amsterdam-North with two dikes, Lia en Gré. Lia was femme and Gré butch.

Reijer's World - ‘Henry, Look... The Boys Have Plants Hanging Over Their Beds!’

by Reijer Breed

In 1976, I was working at the main office of a public school society, the “Vereniging van Openbaar Onderwijs” on the Jan Luykenstraat. After the Christmas drink, I decided to go into town for a while. I was entirely dressed in black, wearing my black cowboy boots. And under my jacket, I was wearing a very shiny golden waistcoat. At the Amstel Taveerne, I met Rob, a guy from Rotterdam. We started talking. “I would like to visit the Argos bar. I heard they have a sling,” Rob said.

Reijer's World - ‘Oh Ronnie, Stop It! I Can’t Hold Back Much Longer!’

by Reijer Breed

It was my very first radio show for the VPRO: the “Homoshow.” The topic was how important it was for famous Dutch people to be open about their homosexuality, as a role model, as an example. It was 1980, I sat next to Klaas, a friend from Haarlem, and we were discussing him. “Wasn’t he gorgeous?” “Yes, he was,” Klaas said. “He was featured on a double spread in the ‘Panorama’ magazine, with only a white pair of pants on and a little golden chain. I’ve saved that issue for years.”

Reijers World - Guess Who I’m Fucking Here?

by Reijer Breed

“What!,” my father yelled. “Have you completely lost your mind? You’re giving up such a gentlemen’s position at the bank. You could work there till your retirement. You want to join a ship? You’ve gone insane. You always have something!” My father was a laborer. He worked as a car mechanic in a repair shop in Wormerveer. Every morning he walked to his work in his overalls. I left half an hour later on my bike to the ABN. I wore a suit with a tie. It was 1969 and there was plenty of work.

Reijers World - Joop, Hold His Legs For Me Please...

by Reijer Breed

“You never guess from where I’m calling you, sis!” I called Carolien on my cell phone. “No idea,” she says. “In the dunes of Zandvoort, after so many years.” She quickly replies: “And, have you had any visitors yet?” “No,” I say laughing. “I just got here. I have little bottles of water and port with me, still have to settle in a bit. I haven’t done this for ages. First walked all the fucking way from the station to Zeezicht beach pavilion, had a cup of coffee there and then walked into the dunes behind it. It’s lovely here, but not very busy.”

Reijers World - Masculine Boy With Feminine Orientation Is Looking For...

by Reijer Breed

With straights things are always more straightforward. Like with sex for example: the guy fucks and the girl gets fucked. That’s why gays used to have more trouble. I remember the couples from the Zaan region to the North of Amsterdam: a sturdy laborer from the harbor with a tottering queen with a hairdressing salon. Or another couple: a butch taxi driver and a fragile looking nurse, dressed up in a petticoat and her hair in a beehive. These couples made a clear statement on the streets, but whether the situation was clear-cut in the bedroom?

What Do You Mean, A Double Life?

by Reijer Breed

I have been sexually active since my tenth in Zaandam. Our family moved to Wormerveer when I was eleven. All new neighbor boys. And I became very popular. In the alley. On the playground. With rented rowing boats on the Guisveld. “The Breed boy dares to take it into his mouth.” The news spread through the neighborhood like wild fire. I got really busy. But things didn’t stay that way. My neighborhood boys all got girlfriends and they forgot about me. And I didn’t want to be different. I also got myself a girlfriend. But I wasn’t completely satisfied. Where to find men though? In the big exciting city of Amsterdam of course.

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