A Night in Old Amsterdam

CIMG5308It was the third try-out of Luna Lunettes Soiree Frivolette, as far as one can say it’s a try-out. Each evening the setting is the same but the guests are different.

Last night we had an author, an entertainer, a storyteller and a make-up specialist. And in between tear-jerkers played and sung by multi-artist Tilly Trekhaak [aka Geert]. The author was Eric Kollen, who after working from Monday morning till Sunday evening as a writer for theater plays needed a change in his life. He moved to the country side of Hungary. Spring is the best time of the year, in summer you have to stop working around noon because of the heath, autumn is a good time too until winter starts and you can’t work because of the sub-zero temperatures.
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L to R: “Fluffer” Hans Verhoeven, photographer Pieter Dammen, Luna Lunettes, Tilly Trekhaak and to the side Vincent van der Kaap.

During those times of doing nothing he had fantasies, which he wrote down eventually and last April his first self published book hit the shelves. The title is “Jongenssprookjes”, which translates in Fairytales of Boys. Former Secretary of Culture in the Netherlands, Ms Hedy d’Ancona wrote: ‘Real fairytales and super erotic’.

Eric told about his first book, which sold in the print version over 2,000 times until now, and is on its third printing, but also the sequel which came out a fortnight ago flies of the shelves. One of the stories in the last book is about Maarten who moves to an area in town with many immigrant workers. Here he falls in love with Moroccan Mustapha, without the latter knowing… Eric created after writing that story also a fragrance in which the notes of real Arab seed is cached. And no it’s not the horse!

In the mean time someone is translating the book in German and an English translation is also somewhere in the pipeline.

Meanwhile friend Caroline, in her role of Luna Lunettes got some make-up tips which were also shared with the public. During the first evening I learned about eye-brows, the second how to use blush and now it was lipstick. I wonder are they trying to make me into a lipstick lesbian?

Diana van Laar, owner of Bet van Beeren’s Café ’t Mandje, read a story out of the book over this establishment. She’s a cousin of Bet who started this café in 1927, which makes it the oldest gay and lesbian bar in Amsterdam. [Even when at the time homosexuality was a sin in the eyes of the law]

CIMG5319Next we got a performance by Irene Hemelaar, I knew she had a broad range of activities but didn’t know she could sing. Everyone said if this was The Voice she would go through to performing life on stage immediately. She sang a song by Friso Wiegersma, partner of Wim Sonneveld, a gay artist who passed away in 1974. He wrote it after Wim’s death. The love and hurt are felt in this song.

As a gift she got for her song a bunch of carrots, not only because she’s trying to lose weight, but also for that other person in her life… her rabbit.

Before I knew it the Soiree was over and I talked to several of the guests. Next week is a new ‘try-out’ with new guests. On my way home I saw another friend on Zeedijk and we talked a little before I went on to catch the ferry home.

Another night in Old Amsterdam, while at home a slice of bread with Old Amsterdam cheese tasted great before I fell asleep.

5 thoughts on “A Night in Old Amsterdam

    1. We both know fluffer has another meaning. Hans is there to support Luna and the guests. Since Luna is the host what do you call Hans, jokingly we made him the fluffer.

      The Zeedijk area is behind the Red Light district. It’s a mixed street in China Town, with restaurants, bars and designshops. Several bars cater to the Gay public but everyone is welcome as long as you have an open mind.

  1. It is always slightly unsettling to see picture of Dutch and they ‘look like everyone else’ viz. no blondes clogging around in wooden shoes as if they just fell off the paint jar. 🙂

    1. Not every American is a cowboy / indian / red-neck​. Just as for you life goes on and the amount of people who still wear “national dress” is dwindled to less the 0,001 percent of our inhabitants.

      Peter

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