Europe 2009: Amsterdam (Monday, July 27)

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I bought myself a new nose ring at a piercing place.  It’s a staple with rectangular edges and points, like an inverted trident without the middle tine.  Kind of cool.

I ran into Dael and Kev again at the Argos.  I sucked and got fucked in the dark room, But not by Dael and Kev this time.

Checked for the missing nose ring at the Eagle’s lost-n-found, but no luck.

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Updated on February 9, 2010

I proceeded to lose the new nose staple in Denver in September, either during play at the Denver Eagle or during wild sex in the hotel room.  We couldn’t find it later, so probably at the Eagle.

Updated on May 12, 2010

Europe 2009: Amsterdam (Sunday, July 26)

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Wandered around a while, then trekked 30 minutes southwest of the Centrum to a fisting party I had been invited to, at a bar called Sameplace

I was wearing one of my kilts, the tan canvas and black leather one from MacLeo.  It got a number of looks, but I trained myself long ago not to make eye contact back on those.  Just let them pass by.  Unfortunately, the heavy canvas rubbing against my PA apparently unscrewed the ball and then worked the entire ring out; it was gone by the time I got to the party.  I think I remember hearing a “ding” noise which may have been the ring falling out, and I felt a jab of one of the kilt snap backs at one point which was probably shortly after the ring fell out.  (Bad things come in threes, eh: three piercing rings gone in a week!  Fortunately I have a couple smaller spares with me.  I didn’t plan on new jewelry being a main souvenir on this trip, but it looks like I’ll go shopping on Monday at the leather shops and a piercing place on Warmoesstraat.)

I met a couple guys at the party — Patrick and Chris, expat Brits — and went out to dinner with them to a pizzeria called Paprika (they tell me most of the Italian places in Amsterdam are Turkish owned) where we talked politics and same-sex marriage and sex stuff, and then went back to their apartment.  I had fucked and fisted Patrick at the party, and then fisted Chris (after finding out they were partners); I almost got both hands in Chris.  Back at their place, Patrick fisted me.  Met their cats, Desmond (Abyssinian, but he doesn’t look much like it to me) and Molly (Desmond’s daughter, half Somali).

I was told that the big gay social networking (hookup) site in the Netherlands (and maybe the rest of Europe?) these days is GayRomeo.com (at least for leather; anything listing fisting as one of the top-level search options is a plus), along with Recon.  Stuff with a big presence in the States like Manhunt and AssPig have almost no membership here; Manhunt doesn’t even have Europe as an option!  Bear411 is still a presence here.

Later that evening, I caught a cab and visited an online buddy from GayRomeo.com, Mauricio, ironically within blocks of where the party had been.  He fucked me until I came, then fisted me with each hand, came, and fisted me some more until I came again.  (pig)  Walked back to the Centrum late at night (1:30 am); beautiful weather in the high 60s, me in shorts and tank top.

For clean out, I have been using a portable shower head, intended for attaching to the sink or tub faucet when a shower isn’t available.  (European and American pipe sizes or threading differ, so I didn’t bring my shower shot.)  This doesn’t work quite as well as a shower hose, and in Amsterdam, the sink was about an inch too high to deal with comfortably, so I have had to perch with one foot on a chair and one foot tiptoed on the floor to get my ass over the sink to evacuate.  Fun fun.  (Stretch and strain.)

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Updated on February 8, 2010

Updated on May 3, 2010

Europe 2009: Amsterdam (Saturday, July 25)

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Went to the Argus, Dirty Dick’s, and the Eagle.  Met up with Robert, a guy from Haarlem I had been chatting with online.  He tells me that the religious government is cracking down on things in Amsterdam, that it isn’t as wild as it once was.  Plenty wild to my inexperienced eyes, but I take his point.  He also said Dirty Dick’s is likely to close soon, because the building foundation is rotten.  Always a shame, but that bar was quite empty for a Saturday night(to my eye), so maybe not a huge loss.

I sucked dick upstairs at the Web in the afternoon; I got off but he didn’t.  Sucked dick in the dark room at Dirty Dick’s; we both got off.

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Updated on February 5, 2010

Europe 2009: Amsterdam (Friday, July 24)

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The Web has a “dark room”, a small cruising maze like a mini-bathhouse.  I got reprimanded by the bartender for coming into the bar, nosing around, and heading upstairs without buying something first.  I ’can’t blame him, and 5 minutes later, he gave the same spiel the same to another guy (so its a common event).  I typically spend a couple minutes in a new bar before deciding I want to stay long enough to have a beer, and I walk around the place to get a feel for it; there isn’t usually a dark room like that to explore in the process, in the States.  The only times I’ve seen such at bars in the States were the Pit at the Chicago Eagle (now closed), and the brief time that the backroom was open at the Loading Dock in San Francisco (also now closed).  (Well, formal backrooms.  Lots of bars have had informal grope areas which the staff turn a blind eye to, until the cops eventually notice.)  Turns out all the leather bars here have them.  (I visited them in the Argos, Cockring, Cuckoo’s Nest, and Eagle later that night.  Well, passed through most of them.)

Other than the dark rooms, the leather bars should look familiar to Americans.  Maybe a bit small.  The exception is the Cockring, which is a leather dance bar downstairs and a bar and cruising area upstairs.  It’s rare to find a dance floor at a leather bar in the States; Detroit Eagle is about the only one I’ve seen, other than places like the Cuff in Seattle which added a dance floor and stopped being much of a leather bar.  (“Why don’t leathermen dance?”  “Because they’ll bruise themselves with their keys!”  <twitch hips back and forth, say ow ow ow as the keys smack you>)

I met a pair of bears, Dael and Kev, from the Midlands (England) upstairs at the Eagle.

I sucked and got fucked in the dark room at Argos; got the guy off.  Nipple play in the dark room at the Eagle; ow ow ow.  Threesome at my hotel with the Midlands bears, got almost fisted by one, then fucked and fisted by the other; only one of them came.

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Updated on February 4, 2010