Sex for sale at beach resorts - unsavoury!

[Khun004]

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Sex for sale at beach resorts.

Young prostitudes with beautiful bodies, who go from customer to customer.

Customers twice their age, who come back year after year, bringing their friends.

And many customers married, yet sending money regularly.

"Unsavoury" claims The Daily Mail.

 

But don't jump to a conclusion until you've had a look at the article.

The headline gives the first clue.

 

Web site: dailymail.co.uk/

Link to page: http://tinyurl.com/gk78g

 

Men for sale?

 

By KATHRYN KNIGHT 23:00pm 11th August 2006

 

 

Perched on the edge of her sunlounger, the young Jamaican man picks up

the woman's hand and lavishes it with kisses. "You is very beautiful,

you know that, girl?" he says. The 'girl' giggles as she sips her

cocktail. Somewhere in her early 40s, she hardly qualifies for the

description. Nor is her beauty strikingly obvious.

 

Yet the flattery certainly works its magic. As dusk falls, the somewhat

mismatched pair can be seen smooching together to a backdrop of

pulsating reggae music at a beachfront bar. Yet another example, you may

think, of a lonely and vulnerable British divorcee falling for the

charms of a silvertongued holiday Romeo.

 

In fact, on this occasion, it is the woman - 42-year-old Carol, an

office administrator from Birmingham - who is in the driving seat. And,

as she confides to a girlfriend, there are "plenty more where he came

from".

 

And in case there is any doubt what she is in the Caribbean for, she is

more than happy to tell you. She is, she emphasises with a knowing wink:

"Just here to have a bit of fun."

 

She is not the only one. On the seven-mile beachfront which forms the

Jamaican resort of Negril, this somewhat unsavoury scene plays out time

and again every day. A longfavoured destination for British package

tourists drawn to its white sand and turquoise sea, Negril has become

the destination of choice for another kind of visitor: the female sex

tourist.

 

Like supercharged Shirley Valentines, these women see casual sex with

the locals as just as much a part of their Caribbean holiday as the

beach and the sun. And they are prepared to pay for it - one way or

another.

 

Sex tourism, of course, is more usually associated with the men who

visit the seedy fleshpots of the Far East. Yet with rising divorce rates

and young professionals remaining single for much longer, the number of

women travelling abroad for sex has boomed over the past few years.

 

So much so, in fact, that the phenomenon is increasingly being seen as

part of mainstream culture. At the cinema, Vers Le Sud (Heading South)

features actress Charlotte Rampling as a 55-year-old sex tourist

enjoying the attention of a parade of muscled locals during a holiday in

1980s Haiti.

 

Even Radio 4's Woman's Hour - a forum of middle-class discussion - this

week featured a segment about the rights and wrongs of sex tourism for

women, featuring a self-confessed female 'sex traveller'.

 

In London, a new play, Sugar Mummies, opened this week at the Royal

Court theatre, focusing on the antics of four middleaged women who visit

Jamaica to sample male prostitutes, or 'rent-a-dreads'.

 

Among the cast is Lynda Bellingham - previously the wholesome face of

family values in the Oxo television commercials - playing Maggie, a

divorcee and habitual sex tourist with a rampant libido.

 

One glance along the soft white sands of Negril beach this week could

confirm that there was plenty of material for her to draw upon for the

role. Every year, the flights to nearby Montego Bay disgorge thousands

of unaccompanied women who make the hour-long onward journey to the

beach resort.

 

Some are single career women, others are divorcees; some are married.

Nearly all have one thing in common: the desire for, as one woman put

it, in terms as distasteful as they were explicit, 'black bamboo'.

 

Among them is Carol, who is on her first visit to the island with her

44-year- old friend Helen. Both have children in their late teens and

are on holiday to recover from fraught divorces.

 

Both, too, have wasted no time in 'getting to know' the locals.

 

Indeed, the pair chose Jamaica because they knew, as Carol told me, that

they could easily get 'no strings fun' here.

 

They have found it in the forms of 26-year-old Byron and 22-yearold

Rafael, who approached the women as they soaked up the sun on the first

day of their holiday, asking if they wanted to take some island

'excursions'. The excursions progressed into drinks, dinners and,

inevitably, sex.

 

"Neither of us is kidding ourselves about what's going on," Carol says.

"But the fact is that in England, men our age aren't remotely

interested. They all want 22-year-old blondes.

 

"Here, the men make us feel like gorgeous, sexy women again. As far as

I'm concerned, you can't put a price on that." Helen, a catering

manager, giggles in agreement. That night, the pair were preparing for

another heady night of rum cocktails and reggae with their lovers.

 

'Price' is of course a key word. Most women do not like to make it

explicit that they are paying for the sexual services of the local boys.

Instead, the gigoloclient relationship - for in most circumstances that

is what it undeniably is - unfolds in a more subtle manner.

 

Sex is concealed under a veil of romance and 'fun'. Byron - who, when he

is not squiring female tourists of a certain age around the island,

sells jet-ski rides on the beach - explains: "We are like their

boyfriends while they are here. They pay for everything, sometimes they

give us money to help us out, and in return we treat 'em right.

 

"These women say they wouldn't get looked at twice back home, but we

make them feel like queens of the island. That's gotta be worth the

green (money)."

 

Older women are best, Byron says, because they have more money and are

willing to spend it. "We tell them we like a cat, not a kitten," he

grins. "We is like the Foreign Service. We give good lovin'. Why should

we not get the good money?"

 

In a country where an estimated 16 per cent of the population live below

the poverty line, the favours of a Westerner can make all the difference

to a local's standard of living. Even in the better class of hotels, the

monthly wage is no more than U.S.$200 (around £130) a month.

 

Little wonder that Negril beach has an estimated 200 or so men on the

lookout for 'milk bottles' - as the white tourists are known locally.

 

Each morning, as the tourists head for their loungers scattered along

the breathtaking stretch of white sand, the men set out, cruising up and

down, sauntering over to make chit- chat when they spy any unaccompanied

women.

 

A security guard for one of Negril's middle-range hotels confides that

he is rarely called upon to shoo the 'rastitutes' away. Most women, he

says, don't welcome his intrusion.

 

"I know now if the women don't send them away immediately, they usually

got something going," he says. "They don't want me breaking it up." He

points out two ladies camped further down the beach topping up their

already deep tans. 'Like them. They here every year, man.'

 

In fact, 52-year-old Jill and her sister Pippa, 54, both from the

Nottingham area, have been coming to the same hotel on Negril beach for

the past decade. On their first visit in 1996, they had merely come to

unwind in the sun, but both ended up embarking on a holiday romance with

men 20 years their junior - despite being married.

 

They returned to England amid promises of divorce, organising visas and

money for their young lovers - only to find that the moment they left

for the airport they could never get hold of the men again.

 

"There were lots of promises made then, but we soon learned our lesson,"

Jill confides. "Now we come just for some fun. We are very careful and

we see it as two weeks out of our lives for a bit of romance. It's not

harming anyone."

 

While Jill, who runs a small hairdressing salon, is now divorced, Pippa

remains married, so this is questionable.

 

By way of defence, Pippa, who works in IT, reveals that her husband of

25 years had an affair in the early 1990s. "What's sauce for the goose

is sauce for the gander," she says. "Anyway, what he doesn't know can't

hurt him."

 

Tellingly, while both Jill and Pippa agree there is an 'economic

element' to their liaisons in Jamaica, both were horrified to have it

defined as barely-concealed prostitution, preferring instead to see

their antics as 'helping' the local economy.

 

"We have fun - and if it helps the locals out financially, then where's

the problem?" Jill says.

 

It is a depressing and ridiculous self-deception, and no doubt their

children, both in their early 20s, would see it another way. (Not that

they know - they apparently remain blissfully oblivious to their

mothers' antics.)

 

Certainly, one imagines they would probably find Jill's assertion that

she is 'helping race relations' rather risible.

 

Yet such sentiments were echoed by many of the women I spoke to this

week. In some cases, indeed, 'helping race relations' seems to extend to

enjoying the attentions of a number of different men during their stay.

 

At one of the grander hotels at the north end of Negril beach, two

British women in their late 30s are giggling over the charms of one of

the waiters at the poolside bar.

 

"He's just so young, though," one says. "The younger the better," says

the other. "That way they have more stamina." The two roar with laughter

as they engage in some crude banter about the rumoured sexual prowess of

the local men.

 

Later, one of the two, who gives her name as Anne and says she is an

accountant, admits that she came away with a girlfriend for a

fortnight's holiday with the express desire to bed a local man.

 

After a few cocktails at the bar, she admits that she has 'fooled

around' with three hotel workers during the course of the week, although

her latest lover is 'by far the cutest'. Such liaisons are, of course,

frowned upon by the hotel, but for many of the young workers it is an

unspoken perk of the job.

 

For the past three nights, Anne has waited until 3am, when her latest

lover finishes his shift, for him to visit her in her room.

 

With astonishing, not to mention unedifying frankness, she happily

describes her young lover's physical attributes in explicit detail.

"He's a baby really," she laughs. "There's not a flaw on him.

 

"He's told me he's 25 but I think he's nearer 20. But what the hell.

I've never experienced anything like it. He makes me feel like a

teenager."

 

Yet Anne is married and nearing 40, her teenage years long gone. So,

too, surely, should be such unsavoury, self-indulgent behaviour-After

all, while many of the women here see their holiday as harmless fun, a

mutually beneficial transaction, such sexual freedom often comes,

inevitably, at a price.

 

Many of the women find themselves nonetheless falling for their young

lover's pillow talk - only to discover they are just one of many of his

'special girls' once the gifts and the money have dried up and they

prepare to return home.

 

As a barman at Alfreds Ocean Palace, a popular reggae bar in the heart

of Negril, confides: "We see it time and again, man. It starts out as

fun, then the women start talking about staying in touch. They want to

think they're the only one.

 

"But these guys have got a number of different women on the go. Some of

them have got three, four different women sending them money from back

home."

 

The previous month, one besotted holidaymaker in her 50s had flown back

from Scotland just a month after she left in order to see her

27-year-old lover again - only to find him canoodling with her

replacement at the very same bar where they had shared a number of heady

nights.

 

For the local community, meanwhile, the behaviour of the Western

tourists can cause resentment and anger. "These women come here and chew

up our men," one young waitress tells me. "By the time they've finished

romancing them, there's nothing left for us."

 

Then there's the risk of Aids and other sexual infections. While the

women I talked to all claimed to have taken due precautions, the fact

remains that the HIV rate in the Caribbean is second only to sub-Saharan

Africa.

 

None of this, of course, is likely to dissuade the likes of Carol, Jill

or Anne. Fuelled by the promise of a potent cocktail of sex and sun,

they wrap themselves in a shroud of selfdelusion as they book their

Caribbean sojourn. After all, this is Jamaica, where the unofficial motto is 'No problem'.

 

When you stop to contemplate the unedifying reality, however, it is hard

to see it that way.

[Old Hippie]

I'm all for these women getting theirs, but where are the morally outraged feminist groups bitching that these women are sexually exploiting these impoverished men? Where are the T.V. "indepth, undercover exposes?"

 

Recently, a movie was released here "Goin South" I believe it was called. About a bunch of middle aged women going down to the Islands and having sex with 17 year old boys...a Felony in the USA to travel abroad to have sex with a Minor! Here is a movie glorifying it!

 

Yet, not one group protested it, expressed outrage etc...just a knowing naughty little "...well men do it too (giggle giggle)..." Yeah, make a movie about it, and see who calls for who's crucifiction.

[bust]

Like I said once before OH....if I stand naked in a window and a woman complains I get nabbed......If she stands naked in front of a window I still get nabbed.........go figure!!!!!!!!

[Topcatta]

Nothing new under the sun. I saw heaps of girls going for the Thai cowboys because "their skin is so soft, no hair" as their basic motivation. And these girls were 20-25 yo! They think they are the only ones and as soon as they return home for a holiday (they usually stay a long time in LoS) the boys are unfaithful and a drama will follow.

[BKKanalist]

"........these women are sexually exploiting these impoverished men"

 

I, for one, am shocked and outraged.

[BKKanalist]

"They pay for everything, sometimes they

give us money to help us out, and in return we treat 'em right."

 

This is the quote from the article that makes me shake with rage. How can these white women pay poor people from poor countries to "treat "em right"?

 

Selfish bitches!!!!!

[Khun004]

Like I said once before OH....if I stand naked in a window and a woman complains I get nabbed......If she stands naked in front of a window I still get nabbed.........go figure!!!!!!!!

 

bust1 is right on target.

 

The basic moral principle of our era seems to be, "All women good. All men bad."

 

Thankfully, that concept hasn't yet been imported into Thailand. :smirk:

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[bust]

I dunno....I know some bad, bad, bad girls in LOS :grin:

[cavanami]

I'm all for these women getting theirs, but where are the morally outraged feminist groups bitching that these women are sexually exploiting these impoverished men? Where are the T.V. "indepth, undercover exposes?"

 

Recently, a movie was released here "Goin South" I believe it was called. About a bunch of middle aged women going down to the Islands and having sex with 17 year old boys...a Felony in the USA to travel abroad to have sex with a Minor! Here is a movie glorifying it!

 

Yet, not one group protested it, expressed outrage etc...just a knowing naughty little "...well men do it too (giggle giggle)..." Yeah, make a movie about it, and see who calls for who's crucifiction.

 

I sailed on cruise ships for three years landing at all the islands and it was a very regular sight to see the "New York white office secretary" with "her" black stud.

 

So now, the tables are turned...I am the man-nazi watching all this...compare to the femi-nazi in Laos...but I gave it a look and got on with what I was up to (usually enjoying the interntional crew that I worked with on the ship

 

I, for sure, didn't sit there with a...look at that, terrible, disgusting, blah, blah, blah thing going on...

 

 

[Old Hippie]

Right, so the question is, why can't these women let us have ours...? And As I mentioned the movie "Goin'South" which specifically dealt with underage boys, and older women on sex tours...seems to be a bit of a double standard...all I'm sayin...