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1980
One evening, they announce a poetry reading in Saarein. I’ve been writing poems for years. Maybe they aren’t profound poems—I’m sure of that—but rather brief observations or words set to a rhythm that come to me as I walk down the street.
Like: " There's a bomb in the mailbox."
With a letter in my hand for my beloved in London—in which I gave her an ultimatum—I walked to the mailbox and back home.
I ask my friend Marit if she’d like to accompany me on the piano, and she suggests inviting Dees to join us.
Dees says yes, and we all meet at Marit’s place, which is on a back street in the Staatsliedenbuurt neighborhood. I recite my poem, and they set it to music.
Marit handles the musical side, and Dees the rhythm.

https://diahuizinga.substack.com/p/drieklankpoezie by @adiah54

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De mooiste maan gezocht en de mooiste mannenstem gevonden. Yusuf Cat Stevens. taken in Rivieren Buurt Amsterdam Zuid by @adiah54

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Dag en avond Rotterdam. Overdag Fenix, straks eet ik met mijn Rotterdamse vriendin en vanavond doe ik mee met Lettersoep voor Rotterdam Pride. #rotterdampride taken in Fenix by @adiah54

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Een ochtendwandeling door mijn buurt. Ik wil proberen wat meer te gaan wandelen. Her lijkt me heerlijk. Over het algemeen vind ik lopen saai maar wie weet en ik hoop het, word ik een echte wandelaar. taken in Amsterdam, Netherlands by @adiah54

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Ik was er weer. by @adiah54

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11 days ago

Samen met mijn goede vriend Tom en zijn hond Pepe lunchen bij de Orchidee in het Amstelpark. Nog voor mijn verjaardag. taken in Cafe restaurant de orchidee by @adiah54

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There was no doubt about it when I was born. I was a girl. I had all the physical characteristics that made me a girl, and internally, too, I was a girl—though they didn’t know that yet.
I didn’t feel like a girl.
At Smit’s produce store on Havenstraat, much to my annoyance, I was always called “young man” when it was my turn.
“I’m not a young man,” I said irritably, and I waited to place my order until the man who had called me “young man” had said something. “All right, young lady.”
Although I didn’t feel like a girl, I did want to be one.

https://diahuizinga.substack.com/p/being-a-girl by @adiah54

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19 days ago

Nog een week te zien in Assen. Amrita Sher-Gil. Heel indrukwekkend. Ze is maar 28 jaar geworden en maakte ongelooflijke prachtige schilderijen. taken in Drents Museum by @adiah54

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20 days ago

1980. New York. Women's One World Festival. St. Marks Place. Wat een prachtige tijd. taken in St Marks Place by @adiah54

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23 days ago

I am writing about the history of Amsterdam lesbians since 1974. I don’t pretend to know it all or that I was very active in the movement. It’s history as I saw it: from the fringes of meetings, at small tables in women’s bars, in bedrooms, at demonstrations, and in the lives of women who rarely made it into the history books.

https://diahuizinga.substack.com/p/memories-before taken in Amsterdam, Netherlands by @adiah54

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23 days ago

https://diahuizinga.substack.com/p/memories-6-the-thursday-evenings

Same text, different language

Thursday evenings grew into a nationwide phenomenon. Women came from all over the country to make music.

One woman traveled from Deventer with her saxophone to play along. She had been playing the saxophone for a long time, but mostly in her room or during music lessons at the music school. She had never played improvisationally with others before. She heard about the Thursday evenings at the Vrouwenhuis and took the train to Amsterdam. She walked from Central Station to the Vrouwenhuis and could already hear the music from the sidewalk. She was incredibly nervous but determined. She listened for a while and then took her saxophone out of its case.

A small, slender woman with a piccolo smiled encouragingly at her; she put the saxophone to her lips and blew. Everyone seemed a little startled by the loud sound of the sax, but everyone kept playing, and the woman from Deventer joined in. taken in Amsterdam, Netherlands by @adiah54

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https://diahuizinga.substack.com/p/herinneringen-aan-de-donderdagavond

De donderdagavonden groeiden uit tot een landelijk fenomeen. Uit het hele land kwamen vrouwen die muziek wilden maken.

Een vrouw kwam met haar saxofoon uit Deventer om mee te spelen. Ze speelde allang saxofoon, maar deed dat vooral op haar kamer of tijdens de muziekles op de muziekschool. Ze had nog nooit improviserend met anderen gespeeld. Ze hoorde van de donderdagavonden in het Vrouwenhuis en nam de trein naar Amsterdam. Ze liep vanuit het Centraal Station naar het Vrouwenhuis en hoorde de muziek al op de stoep. Ze was stiknerveus maar vastbesloten. Ze luisterde eerst en pakte daarna haar saxofoon uit de koffer.

Een kleine dunne vrouw met een piccolo lachte haar bemoedigend toe. Ze zette de saxofoon aan haar lippen en blies. Iedereen leek een beetje te schrikken van het harde geluid van de sax, maar iedereen speelde door en de vrouw uit Deventer speelde mee. taken in Amsterdam, Netherlands by @adiah54

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