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Tonya
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Men for sale?
By KATHRYN KNIGHT
23:00pm 11th August 2006
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/femail/article.html?in_article_id=400187&i n_page_id=1879
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. |
Brownbeauty123
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, August 11, 2006 - 11:41 pm: |
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Must be White women. |
Abm
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, August 12, 2006 - 08:41 am: |
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BB123,
Not jes WW.
Famed author Terry McMillan got so whipped by one of these Jamacian 'cabana boys' she friggin' MARRIED him.
And dude turned out to be a gay embezzler. |
Semperfemme
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, August 12, 2006 - 10:16 am: |
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Abm: It seems like when ANYONE chases flesh for superficial reasons, it always comes back to bite them in the ass. Whether black or white.
I feel bad for the Jamaican women, though I'm not too upset about it. It isn't an illegal sex trade where people are getting kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery. These men are making a conscious decision to act the way that they do and though it may be outside cultural influence, THEY are still responsible for their actions.
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Abm
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, August 12, 2006 - 10:23 am: |
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Semperfemme,
I'm in no way excusing Jamaican men whoring themselves out to lustful middle age vacationers. But you really have to wonder how many other opportunies there are for fok - ESPECIALLY Black one - who occupy these small island states.
But then, I don't really know anything about Jamaican government, economy, school, infrastructure, etc. So I'll abstain from asserting any definitive positions. |
Semperfemme
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, August 12, 2006 - 10:42 am: |
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Abm: So the women should start doing what Asian women have been doing for years and marry into some U.S./European citizenship. |
Abm
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, August 12, 2006 - 10:50 am: |
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Semperfemme,
I don't know. Perhaps.
I mean, if Jamaica can't or won't develop in a way that would broaden the opportunities of its people, maybe Jamaican women (and men) SHOULD marry into U.S./European citizenship. |
Brownbeauty123
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, August 12, 2006 - 12:42 pm: |
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Why is Terry McMillian situation often mistaken for a case of the "downlow brotha"? ...that man was flaming, in the pictures his smile was even gay. he's so gay I wonder how in the hell did he manage to get it up for another woman. |
Abm
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, August 12, 2006 - 12:46 pm: |
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BB123: "Why is Terry McMillian situation often mistaken for a case of the "downlow brotha"?"
So as to give the beloved McMillan an excuse for embarrassingly getting dyck whipped by and then marrying a f*g who was half her age. |
Mzuri
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, August 13, 2006 - 01:32 pm: |
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I haven't been to Jamaica to get laid by the locals, but if and when I ever do, I sure ain't bringing the brother back home to the U.S. What happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica.
Terry McMillan would have done better to go into any gang infested down-trodden neighborhood and marrying a common street thug. There would have been a better chance of rehabilitation with that scenario.
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Abm
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, August 13, 2006 - 03:35 pm: |
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Mzuri,
It's much easier for Terri to romantically delude herself with some island Cabana Boy than it is with some nikka who might kick her tail, give her some crack then carjack her. |
Savant
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Sunday, August 13, 2006 - 03:58 pm: |
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Interesting article in the current Essence about black male sex tourism in Brazil. |
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