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Original posting date:
Wednesday PM, September 08, 1999

My visit to the Netherlands

by silent killer

I meant to sit down in the next couple of weeks and write about my experiences during a recent trip to the Netherlands (aka Holland). After reading the experiences of a few other people, I decided to go ahead and write about my experiences immediately.

Basically there isn't much to tell. Don't expect lingering descriptions of two dozen naked youth, like others have provided. But there are a few choice moments that astounded me -- moments where I thought, "I have to write this down and share it with the readers."

The first instance came during a trip to one of Amsterdam's many wonderful art museums. In each room there are benches for exhausted art lovers to sit upon, but there is also a single chair near one of the doorways where the security guards can also sit and rest. In one room I encountered a tired Dutch family sitting on one of the benches -- a mom, a dad, and a young son, maybe 10 or 11. The security guard was standing in front of them talking with them (I don't know what he was saying -- I don't speak Dutch). And, over to the left, their daughter, who was perhaps 6 or 7 years old, was sitting in the security guard's chair against the wall. Her feet were on the edge of the chair, her knees were drawn up to her chest, and her right hand was plunged into her shorts. She was very obviously masturbating. And no one in her family seemed to care. She had a lovely, devilish grin on her face and did not bother to stop diddling herself even when I stared directly at her for four or five seconds before forcing myself to look away.

The second instance came when I was in a bathroom in a Dutch train station. I was relieving myself at the urinal when a young boy came and stood two urinals away. He was probably between 7 and 9 years of age, and like some boys of that age he had not quite mastered the principle of the zipper. Instead of pulling his penis out through the zipper, he simply unbuttoned his shorts, unzipped his fly, and pushed his shorts about halfway down his thighs. As a result I was not only able to see his small, rounded buttocks, but also his thin little uncircumcised penis. I was able to watch him hold himself, aim, piss into the urinal, shake his little penis dry, pull up his pants and trot back outside. The whole time I stood there with my hardening cock in hand, openly staring at him and smiling. He merely smiled back.

The third and final instance occurred while I was walking through the Dutch countryside. I was crossing a bridge over one of the Netherlands' many canals when I saw a small motorboat carrying two mothers and four children. I stopped on the bridge and stared at the only girl in the boat, a chubby angel with suntanned skin, wild black hair, and dark blue panties. She must have been around six years old. And then a special bonus -- one of the boys who was about age ten or eleven slowly stood up in the boat, struggling not to lose his balance, pushed his swimming trunks down, and pissed a golden arc into the canal water. His mother scolded him briefly in Dutch but otherwise ignored him.

The only conclusion I can draw from these three encounters is that Dutch children are not taught to be as miserably ashamed of their bodies and sexuality as children in other Western countries are.

A side note -- I spent some time going through Amsterdam's infamous sex shops looking for pornography featuring young models or even nudist magazines. The last time I was in Amsterdam (around ten years ago), it was very easy to find nudist magazines featuring young teen and preteen boys and girls displaying themselves with no shame. Back then, I was able to find books (written in German and French) about child sex with photorealistic hand-drawn illustrations of children engaging in sexual experimentation. I was able to watch videos featuring barely-pubescent teenagers engaging in sex with each other and with adults. This time, however, I found none of the above. Seems that Dutch obscenity laws have been broadened to include representations of childhood nudity and sexuality. Must be the influence of the other European countries ...

That is all I have to report. If anyone else has had similar observations about Dutch children, or the children of any country or region, I would be interested in listening.