Leather Pants |

It’s getting crazier here by the day. Van der Kamp—who, to be fair, has always worn a leather vest—has bought a biker jacket on Marktplaats and is now claiming he’ll go on a diet to fit into his dilapidated, Jim Morrison-like leather pants. (Also from that same era, if you ask me.) I’d just gotten so attached to the neat leather jacket he’s been wearing since 1993. I find leather with a bit of weathering so appealing. They say leather develops a beautiful shine if you wear it long enough. Well, I have no idea what our publisher has been up to with his leather jacket, but at some point, it started to look like the inside of the cow—or Argentine horse, or whatever it’s made of—was becoming visible.

All of this because of Norden+. I’ve even had to squeeze myself into a uniform, because apparently, as an older trans woman, I’m not allowed to participate in that magazine otherwise. And let’s be honest—with just my retirement pension, I could really use the extra income from that second column. The cat could do with some decent food again, and my shady friend is dying for a night out.

To make matters worse, they’ve added a trans woman to the editorial team. You probably know her: Vera den Adel, with that poor man who has to document her every public move for Facebook. I had the pleasure of meeting her briefly. Well, dominant type, if you ask me. Always quick to raise a finger, but yeah, she knows everything about film and music, so that’s probably why Van der Kamp is smitten. Apparently, she’s also going to start writing a column. Fine by me—but NOT in my spot, or I’ll take my BMW with a sidecar and drive straight to Purmerend to settle it.