a dodgy gallery 'bout the work of a good friend: a page dominated by a man I've come to know a bit these past few years. he has become the authority in the field he has no exclusive rights on the subjectmatter as there are a few orhers that covered this subject but he did get himself a prisonsentence in the sixties. Even in our tolerant country his preferences were beyond what was acceptable then and still are to many. This page is higly edited as of 15-10-04. In fact, the core content has been deleted. Work is going on to save this valuable heritage from an era that freedom of speech was respected. It is indeed now accessible on a separate server, I sadly cannot officially link to it here, but art-historians who are interested can find out by mailing me.

the one on the left here links the two artists: If you can read the text, which should just be possible, it sais: this drawing's based on a drawing and idea by Martin of Holland in which ...and mouth appreaiated a turd . . . magazine Mr sm nr. 4 in 1974 . . . signed Bastille 1982 I've always thought that it did refer to the Vagevuur, but better information from the source(M) now has revealed that Martin had his first scatparties around that time in Den Haag at the legendary Olympic bar, then at it's first location: fluwelenburgwal. It later moved to the Anna Paulonastraat, until the owner went mad . . . by that time Martin had his first party at the old location of Vagevuur: hemelrijken Martin has had a look at this page and sent these corrections: (important for anybody doing research on this in the future) ( in Dutch, translation and another crucial image for this story here ) Nog even een paar correcties op wat je op de meest beruchte pagina van je schrijft over de scatparties: De eerste scatparties werden niet in de Olympic gehouden, maar in de Sjinderhannes (toen bar+sauna) in Roermond, vanaf "82 meen ik, dat moet ik nakijken. Dineetje vooraf, iedereen sliep er ook. Toen brak er naast brand uit net toen wij er waren. Het liep goed af, maar door de wateroverlast was er een party-stop. Toen gingen we er weer door, maar dat werd een fiasco, want Dennis had de boel in de verste verte niet op orde. Geen verwarming, bijv. De bezoekerst stikten bijna door de gassen van een werwarmingskanon op benzine. Er was zelfs geen zeep, en we hebben het toch over een sauna. We zijn toen naar de Olympic verkast, ik meen in '84. Dat was toen al mijn stamkroeg. Maar let op, dat was al in de Anna Palownastraat. De Olympic heeft nooit op de Fluwelen Burgwal gezeten. De voorganger van de Olympic heette meen ik de Arena en die zat aan de Korte Houtstraat. In 1990 gingen we naar het Vagevuur, net op tijd, nadat Hans van de Olympic zowat iedereen op straat geflikkerd had omdat hij poppers geroken had.

gues this is his own idea of a 'Martin's bar'

Martin has been involved in the Vagevuur Scatparties until the scaremongers there decided it could ruin their relations with local governement, which meant they adopted a lick up and kick down strategy, apponted guys to sex police their parties and ruin the revolutionary atmosphere the'd always had. For a while Martin did some more contributing and translating with Vagevuur's online magazine Itch, but these days he has his column at the scat section of the homowebmuseum.

Uncivilised Assholes You'd think we're great friends with that species at Vagevuur, but NOT!

A year or what ago I complained in Itch magazine about the "dirty old finger guy". The type who's suddenly behind you with his finger up your ass, without even looking you in the face. Well it helped, coz I don't see, rather, feel him anymore.
But there are more of those annoying prats about . . . .
May I ? again?
Really nice, atmosphery, enjoying myself at a pissparty. I'm on my knees, cleaning out smegma from a nice fat dickhead, when with no warning I get an unsollicited jet of pis over my head and in my eyes. Nice huh? Not!
Worse still: on my knees again "I am in that position a lot, I heard you say that, cleverass, now keep quiet while I talk . .
On my knees catching my breath after a clearly audible orgasm. I've had it for a while. When another of those morons walks up to you and thinks: now wouldn't it be just great if I piss all over this guy. Wrong timing, you turd.
Then we have the bootpissers. Some types are really into that. Sogging socks in pis, hmmm. Others do wear boots to keep their feet dry! Why is it so hard to understand that some people use those things for what they were intended? I also keep my cigarettes there, so thanx, dork!
At scatparties we always seem to have a few guys from the smearers guild. They have so much fun buggering old shit and smearing one another. It is great that you can endulge in that here, sure, but I'm not always ready for that, so don't just do it without checking first!
Merrily interacting with a guy I was feasted with a handfull of old shit in my face from behind. Was there a sign on my back saying: "feed me shit"? I may have a reputation, and I was too stoned to really get angry, that came later, when the diarrhea and stomach cramps set in. I'm sure that was the cause.
That still is a major risk with scat, you know. But you can reduce it, and if you had fun, you take it as it comes.
You know you can expect that on these nights, I hear you say, and true, I participate, But it's horny as long as it's horny. And rule number one in this game, just feel the other guy first and give him a chance to decline. There are enough assholes outside of "het Vagevuur".

Martin, Den Haag.

more works by Martin can be found on greasetank and on his own website. I cannot link to it here anymore.
Luckily Martin has just (august 2002) bought himself a pc and a scanner, so many a miracle will be surfacing from his extensive archives for quite a while. If you want to get in contact: email him.

Here I'm supposed to add a wisecrack Martin mailed to me, about the deseases our nations pig-stock have suffered of late.
It all has to do with overcrowding:
There are just as many cows in our country as people (with 15 million on an eare not even 200 x 200 km we are the most crowded counrtry as far as humans is concerned. But wait till you hear our animal count: 15 million cows, 40 million pigs and 80 million chickens ! That is before the bird-pest and foot and mouth desease drastically redusced these numbers.

Martin, and a good 30 other friends have set up the Euro-Mess videogroup, Martin and I and some 20 performing pigs produce artwork and videoshows from there now.

just one more: a self portrait, of sorts: