|The Girlfriend Experience
||[Dec. 19th, 2007|10:46 am]
My Boyfriend , the Sex Tourist is a doc about a hotel/brothel in Venezuala that offers holidaymakers "the girlfriend experience". It's not just about sex, it's also about the girls hanging out with the punters and going on trips with them and doing the things that girlfriends do- like cleaning up after their men when they take sick. The girls were there because they had aged mothers to put through hospital and the men were there because they were the sort of obese, charmless, ugly, old shlubs who couldn't get a girlfriend any other way. It was all terribly sad. |
The hugely obese North American sports journalist got through five- or was it six- girls in the course of his fortnight's stay. They all disappointed him one way or another.
The sweet young girl with the boyfriend who came down with a tummy bug admitted to being in love with him. "He seems hard, but he's really very soft." Her colleagues told her not to be so stupid. "I've been disappointed by the quality of the girls," said the tummy-bug boyfriend. "Yeah, she's sweet, but it's just a fantasy. I'm not going to see her again."
Off duty the girls bitched about working conditions, about their bossy supervisor, about the way the punters were always asking for love.
Once in a while we'd catch a glimpse of Hugo Chavez pontificating on the bar-room TV screen. " Patriotism, Socialism or Death," he said. Which means what exactly?
The guy with the little piggy eyes was bored with his first girlfriend. Alexandra (who wants to be a dentist) was proposed as a replacement. "Do you like me?" he asked. She forced a grin. Half an hour later she walked out on him and got herself sacked.
"I'm not a pimp," said the north country Brit who was running the show, "I'm a businessman."
i hope i can catch that here at some point. prostitution and sex work in general holds a sort of morbid fascination for me. i can imagine someone who pays for sex, but someone who expects to be able to pay for intamacy?
last year i had the very strange experience of eating lunch in the resturant of a hotel in san jose, costa rica, that happens to be a giant brothel. i was stunned not only by the sheer number and variance of the women available but also by the fact that a good number of the men seemed to be just as interested in talking and flirting with them as they were in the actual acts that they'd be paying for. i mean c'mon, why are you concerned if she likes you.
We all want to be loved. It runs as deep, if not deeper, than the need for sex. And the guys who use the Venezualan brothel in the film are the sort of guys only a mother could love- guys with no social skills, obese, ugly, dumb...
2008-12-25 03:47 am (UTC)
the punters as you call them
Why is it that some people see to hate guys who enjoy this experience. I tend to question the motives of anyone who is pained buy another persons enjoyment. As far as the girls are concerned; well let's put it this way. Life has taught me that no pussy is sacred. Woman who don't have to sell their bodies sell it anyway as a power trip.