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One Tuesday in a Dominican shantytown - near the blue waters of Boca Chica beach - a mother and her daughter talk about a better past:
"He's so ****ed up now." At the time I started, there was not so much sheath. There was only one thing that called gonorrhea, but that was easy. The grandmother told you that you used to take any man and **** him quiet. This was not used for diseases, "says the mother.
"Mom, do you remember when I started working in Grandma's cabaret, some Chinese came and you went with one and I with another?" Says her daughter with laughter. Mine was a skinny one. And I made him run from the room to the son-in-law: he had gonorrhea. I did not care, I gave back the 700 pesos he had given me.
"Yes, I remember, mija. That was more than 10 years ago. But I recently fought with a client because I looked at the egg and was so red. Then I yelled, "You're not going to get me that, boy, that's rotten!"
In the Perez family there were never known parties of 15 years, nor marriages, nor parents, nor husbands. In this house, she taught with the same naturality to cook rice with beans, to pray to the virgin of Altagracia - mother and protector of the Dominican people - and to suck egg (oral sex). It was also taught that when they call you mother****er in the street you're not offended because you know it's your job; And that your mother is a whore and your grandmother was a whore. That being whores have fed you.
The inheritance is sacred to many Dominicans: the Barceló family has produced rum since 1930; Sugar cane has been the most prized possession of the Vicini family for more than two centuries; The work of four generations of the Risk has been to produce export tobacco. The Perez lineage does not understand millionaire businesses. Altagracia Perez, 51, her daughters and granddaughter have inherited the simple family business of being a whore, a profession whose history begins with, say, humanity itself. Now they all hope that the great-granddaughter, a five-year-old girl who still does not go to school, continues with the strain.
We are in Andrés, 30 kilometers from Santo Domingo, the glamorous brother of Boca Chica. Andrés is where the Dominicans live that make happy the vacations of the gringos eager for sun and sand. The border is clear: tourists are staying in Boca Chica, the locals live in Andrés.
It is five o'clock in the afternoon but the sun keeps the impetus of noon. The dirt roads evaporate in the form of dust and in the dark skins of the Perez family there are no traces of sweat. Nobody complains about the heat. Altagracia Perez, the matriarch, owns a cascade of pink peeling walls that has a poor roof patched with rubber and zinc tiles. In a disorderly model of houses, the Perez does not stand out among its neighbors, all equally worn and about to fall. The house has two rooms that share the retired whore, two whores, a whore granddaughter, a grandson of less than a year and the great-granddaughter of five.
The four women - Altagracia, her daughters Ramona and Minerva, and her granddaughter Isadora - play a game of dominoes in what they call "the patio", which is actually the street. The chips move on an improvised table made of two facing chairs. At the back of the women four kids play baseball loudly: three do not have shoes, the catcher does not wear a glove and the ball is stripped.
Altagracia looks sideways at her granddaughter, who has an enviable record: the mule, twice as many as six. The girl smiles, she knows about a triumph.
-This girl is giving me cajeta (problems).
That's the only thing he'll say in a long time. The neck of the matriarch of the Perez hangs a chain with the image of the virgin of Altagracia. His ears are about to rip by the weight of a pair of rings. Everything is gold but there is no shine. Altagracia has the black eyes of a crow and weariness in the look. She is only 50 years old, but she looks like an old woman: her head is unpopulated, tuberculous cough, and her legs are swollen by fat varicose veins like leeches.
To Altagracia life and men have passed over him as a roller. They say that's why he hardly speaks. Her daughter Ramona and her granddaughter Isadora tell how she started as a whore and how they inherited the business. Mama Altagracia remains unruffled, sitting on her throne - an old plastic chair - and still like a black iron sculpture.
Her granddaughter makes a winning move and the retreating whore grunts in a hoarse voice something impossible to understand. As a good loser, Altagracia rises and kisses her on the forehead, proud of the apprentice who surpasses the teacher.
Altagracia Perez was born in the poorest of the poor. According to the International Misery Index 2013 of the Cato Institute, a public policy think tank based in Washington, Dominican Republic is the fifth most afflicted country in Latin America
It is not the one with the greatest number of poor people, but the most complex relationship with wealth. Altagracia was born in the southernmost part of the island, in Hondo Valle, the third poorest municipality in the country.
The girl lived in that corner of bad statistics until 10 years. Before his 11th birthday, his father became ill and passed away. The mother could not support seven children and a distant aunt offered to help. He proposed to take the little girl to work in a cane field and the widow accepted. Altagracia said goodbye, never again saw his mother or Hondo Valle.
Altagracia's job was to remain totally still while sweaty men penetrated her girlish body without breasts or menstruation. The pay was enough to eat, save a few coins, and have a shack in some camp. After a year of work, Altagracia menstruated, got pregnant of some of those blacks who made their lives with machetes and gave birth to a daughter. And then another. And another. All of a client cut cane that was spent part of the salary wallowing with her. Minerva, Ramona and Maria, who died when she was just a baby, took the Altagracia surname from birth.
Minerva is now 41 years old, and as Ramona, four years younger, learned mommy's job soon. When they began to exercise, it was not usual to find clients in the cane fields. In 1950 the dictator Rafael Leonidas Trujillo had promoted the tourism in the beach of Boca Chica with the construction of the first great hotel of the zone: Hotel Hamaca. The spa had 25 rooms that housed politicians, artists, businessmen and jet-set characters of the time. There they enjoyed the sun the Argentine president Juan Domingo Perón, the American actress Kim Novak and the Cuban dictator Fulgencio Batista. Trujillo's fiestas in Boca Chica were famous and it was well known that women were the main dish for him and all his guests. The dictator was known among the inhabitants of the island to have, by good or bad, any woman who wished.
By the end of the 70's the country was different: Trujillo was assassinated in 1961, had gone down in history as responsible for more than 50 thousand deaths and Boca Chica was no longer his playground, but a prosperous tourist destination. Altagracia was part of the landscape that attracted the gringos. There he collected for the first time in dollars and with that money settled in Andrés, in a wooden hut that was puppet of all the tropical storms. The mother raised her pupils Minerva and Ramona, who at age 10 already knew a couple of badly spoken sentences in English to tempt gringos clients.
Boca Chica. Eternal summer Getting to the beach is facing an army of traders with insistence from infomercial sellers. Everyone is looking to earn a few pesos at the expense of some of those almost 5 million tourists who come to their island every year.
A stall of keyrings and hats, a stall of fish and seafood, a stall offering mamajuana - a drink known as the "viagra" of the Dominicans, for their alleged aphrodisiac powers. In front a black offers more exotic products: octopuses, starfish and dissected sharks, ready to decorate walls.
A skinny mulatto tall as a palm tree walks on a three-wheeled bicycle with a basket full of coconuts. Cooling costs 30 Dominican pesos, less than a dollar. A woman with boobs like papayas shouts yaniqueques, a kind of fried empanada without filling. Another woman touches the back to the gringos who rest on beach chairs to offer them massages of 15 minutes for 150 pesos, a little more than three dollars. A plump and white-bearded black man has hands full of red tweezers and antennae: he sells lobsters for 400 pesos, about nine dollars. Three girls with braided hair stroll along the beach, bathe in shorts and top, and smile at a pair of old blond and bald. A jolt with a 40 kg girl that barely reaches puberty costs the same as a 400 gram lobster.
Differentiating how many tourists buy lobsters, yaniqueques, dissected sharks and how many buy women is impossible: prostitution is invisible to statistics. Neither the government nor the NGOs dare to make a calculation of sex tourism on the island.
There are no figures, but warnings: Last year, the Dominican Attorney General's Office asked the Ministry of Tourism to advise foreign tourists to refrain from looking for someone who may suck or could be punished with up to five years in prison.
But the 8,000 sex workers gathered in an organization called Modem (United Women's Movement) say that they live on tourism and that their "product" is what has made the Dominican Republic the most visited country in the Caribbean.
We are back in Andres: the pink hut, the same heat that does not suffocate anyone, A few meters away, the game of dominoes is still lively. The neighbor shouts capicua and adds 25 points. Altagracia denies with tight lips, large furrows open around her mouth.
Ramona looks at her and laughs.
"Look there, that was leather, too. Now she looks calm.
The term leather entered the dictionary of Dominican jargon in the early years of the dictator Trujillo's era. In the early 1930s one of the continent's most cruel and famous leaders ordered a slaughterhouse built outside Santo Domingo, where they dried the hides of the cattle in the sun and stuck them in the ground with wooden stakes. The young men used the slaughterhouse as a dating house and the first teenage fondling was done on the leathers. The skin of the cows gave its name to sex and sex baptized those who offer the skin to the desire of others.
-When Mama Altagracia ceased to be leather, she was a mare (pimp) of a cabaret. Here next to a cabaret called María Juana. I knew because she never came to the house at night. I worked there for a while, my daughter too. The cabaret closed a few years ago, "Ramona adds.
The neighborhood where these women live has no name. The street, either. But direction: from the last stop of the red bus, two blocks to the left, and the grocery store - the corner store - three blocks to the right. Entering the farmhouse, the fifth house with a motorcycle park outside.
There, in the village, everyone knows who Altagracia is. Asking for it comes easy. Her fame preceded her because the family suffered for a long time a stigma: they were the daughters of the whore.
"They told me your mother is leather, your grandmother is leather," says Ramona.
She recalls that her friends used to torment her daily, but the drama calmed down over time. Altagracia became very respected in the neighborhood because, being leather, she had cash, she even lent money with interest. Ramona never questioned her mother. Being a whore was a way out for them. The only thing that worries him is the dangers of the trade, but he says that he learned to move on those winding roads.
-I do not let me cover, the one left is for stupid. I taught my daughters that they do not **** off without being paid first. And just in case I always carry a punk with me.
Cubiar is a verb from Dominican Republic. It is conjugated in many ways but in almost all means deceiving. In the lexicon of whores means that the client, after ejaculating, does not want to pay.
Ramona says that she gave all the advice of the office to her daughter Isadora.
Whore whore whore whore wolf furcia buscona bitch whore butterfly milonguera whore whore arrabalera leather vigota trout piruja burst magdalena nice bazana bataclana burraca soana, Slut, easy, banquette, dulcera, hetaira, turra, zurrona.
Prostituta is a word derived from the Latin verb prostituere -pro: in front, statuo: put, situar-, which means to expose something. The term refers to showing products for sale. The etymology of the word whore is another story. In Rome and Greece Puta was the name of a goddess. Puta, in Latin, means pruning and that goddess had the gift of trimming the trees or making them grow like magical beans. Farmers worshiped Puta with parties that could last for days and orgies were part of the ritual of idolatry. In the Dominican Republic, Altagracia was the earthly and pathetic equivalent of the goddess Puta. For her there was nothing divine, no odes in her name. She was simply a country slut-a leather.
Currently the word leather and its dozens of synonyms are being fought on the island. Modemu, the association of sex workers in the Dominican Republic, has made a strong media campaign to call them sex workers, instead of leather. But their struggle is not just semantic, because modemu wants a law that recognizes sex work as any other job: to enter the tax system and have access to health services. Jaqueline Montero, president of the movement, left the sex work in 2010 to devote herself to political life. He then obtained almost 5 thousand votes and a position as municipal councilor of the community of Haina. From there he has fought against the discrimination of the trade and has reached some agreements.
"We, as sex workers, suffered abuse and extortion on the part of the police for many years. They ask for money from partners and even sexual services, they also seized our clients. This year, in May, we signed a first agreement with the government to stop this, "says Montero.
Read more:
http://www.esquirelat.com/reportaje...de-prostitutas-Analisis-Republica-Dominicana/
One Tuesday in a Dominican shantytown - near the blue waters of Boca Chica beach - a mother and her daughter talk about a better past:
"He's so ****ed up now." At the time I started, there was not so much sheath. There was only one thing that called gonorrhea, but that was easy. The grandmother told you that you used to take any man and **** him quiet. This was not used for diseases, "says the mother.
"Mom, do you remember when I started working in Grandma's cabaret, some Chinese came and you went with one and I with another?" Says her daughter with laughter. Mine was a skinny one. And I made him run from the room to the son-in-law: he had gonorrhea. I did not care, I gave back the 700 pesos he had given me.
"Yes, I remember, mija. That was more than 10 years ago. But I recently fought with a client because I looked at the egg and was so red. Then I yelled, "You're not going to get me that, boy, that's rotten!"
In the Perez family there were never known parties of 15 years, nor marriages, nor parents, nor husbands. In this house, she taught with the same naturality to cook rice with beans, to pray to the virgin of Altagracia - mother and protector of the Dominican people - and to suck egg (oral sex). It was also taught that when they call you mother****er in the street you're not offended because you know it's your job; And that your mother is a whore and your grandmother was a whore. That being whores have fed you.
The inheritance is sacred to many Dominicans: the Barceló family has produced rum since 1930; Sugar cane has been the most prized possession of the Vicini family for more than two centuries; The work of four generations of the Risk has been to produce export tobacco. The Perez lineage does not understand millionaire businesses. Altagracia Perez, 51, her daughters and granddaughter have inherited the simple family business of being a whore, a profession whose history begins with, say, humanity itself. Now they all hope that the great-granddaughter, a five-year-old girl who still does not go to school, continues with the strain.
We are in Andrés, 30 kilometers from Santo Domingo, the glamorous brother of Boca Chica. Andrés is where the Dominicans live that make happy the vacations of the gringos eager for sun and sand. The border is clear: tourists are staying in Boca Chica, the locals live in Andrés.
It is five o'clock in the afternoon but the sun keeps the impetus of noon. The dirt roads evaporate in the form of dust and in the dark skins of the Perez family there are no traces of sweat. Nobody complains about the heat. Altagracia Perez, the matriarch, owns a cascade of pink peeling walls that has a poor roof patched with rubber and zinc tiles. In a disorderly model of houses, the Perez does not stand out among its neighbors, all equally worn and about to fall. The house has two rooms that share the retired whore, two whores, a whore granddaughter, a grandson of less than a year and the great-granddaughter of five.
The four women - Altagracia, her daughters Ramona and Minerva, and her granddaughter Isadora - play a game of dominoes in what they call "the patio", which is actually the street. The chips move on an improvised table made of two facing chairs. At the back of the women four kids play baseball loudly: three do not have shoes, the catcher does not wear a glove and the ball is stripped.
Altagracia looks sideways at her granddaughter, who has an enviable record: the mule, twice as many as six. The girl smiles, she knows about a triumph.
-This girl is giving me cajeta (problems).
That's the only thing he'll say in a long time. The neck of the matriarch of the Perez hangs a chain with the image of the virgin of Altagracia. His ears are about to rip by the weight of a pair of rings. Everything is gold but there is no shine. Altagracia has the black eyes of a crow and weariness in the look. She is only 50 years old, but she looks like an old woman: her head is unpopulated, tuberculous cough, and her legs are swollen by fat varicose veins like leeches.
To Altagracia life and men have passed over him as a roller. They say that's why he hardly speaks. Her daughter Ramona and her granddaughter Isadora tell how she started as a whore and how they inherited the business. Mama Altagracia remains unruffled, sitting on her throne - an old plastic chair - and still like a black iron sculpture.
Her granddaughter makes a winning move and the retreating whore grunts in a hoarse voice something impossible to understand. As a good loser, Altagracia rises and kisses her on the forehead, proud of the apprentice who surpasses the teacher.
Altagracia Perez was born in the poorest of the poor. According to the International Misery Index 2013 of the Cato Institute, a public policy think tank based in Washington, Dominican Republic is the fifth most afflicted country in Latin America
It is not the one with the greatest number of poor people, but the most complex relationship with wealth. Altagracia was born in the southernmost part of the island, in Hondo Valle, the third poorest municipality in the country.
The girl lived in that corner of bad statistics until 10 years. Before his 11th birthday, his father became ill and passed away. The mother could not support seven children and a distant aunt offered to help. He proposed to take the little girl to work in a cane field and the widow accepted. Altagracia said goodbye, never again saw his mother or Hondo Valle.
Altagracia's job was to remain totally still while sweaty men penetrated her girlish body without breasts or menstruation. The pay was enough to eat, save a few coins, and have a shack in some camp. After a year of work, Altagracia menstruated, got pregnant of some of those blacks who made their lives with machetes and gave birth to a daughter. And then another. And another. All of a client cut cane that was spent part of the salary wallowing with her. Minerva, Ramona and Maria, who died when she was just a baby, took the Altagracia surname from birth.
Minerva is now 41 years old, and as Ramona, four years younger, learned mommy's job soon. When they began to exercise, it was not usual to find clients in the cane fields. In 1950 the dictator Rafael Leonidas Trujillo had promoted the tourism in the beach of Boca Chica with the construction of the first great hotel of the zone: Hotel Hamaca. The spa had 25 rooms that housed politicians, artists, businessmen and jet-set characters of the time. There they enjoyed the sun the Argentine president Juan Domingo Perón, the American actress Kim Novak and the Cuban dictator Fulgencio Batista. Trujillo's fiestas in Boca Chica were famous and it was well known that women were the main dish for him and all his guests. The dictator was known among the inhabitants of the island to have, by good or bad, any woman who wished.
By the end of the 70's the country was different: Trujillo was assassinated in 1961, had gone down in history as responsible for more than 50 thousand deaths and Boca Chica was no longer his playground, but a prosperous tourist destination. Altagracia was part of the landscape that attracted the gringos. There he collected for the first time in dollars and with that money settled in Andrés, in a wooden hut that was puppet of all the tropical storms. The mother raised her pupils Minerva and Ramona, who at age 10 already knew a couple of badly spoken sentences in English to tempt gringos clients.
Boca Chica. Eternal summer Getting to the beach is facing an army of traders with insistence from infomercial sellers. Everyone is looking to earn a few pesos at the expense of some of those almost 5 million tourists who come to their island every year.
A stall of keyrings and hats, a stall of fish and seafood, a stall offering mamajuana - a drink known as the "viagra" of the Dominicans, for their alleged aphrodisiac powers. In front a black offers more exotic products: octopuses, starfish and dissected sharks, ready to decorate walls.
A skinny mulatto tall as a palm tree walks on a three-wheeled bicycle with a basket full of coconuts. Cooling costs 30 Dominican pesos, less than a dollar. A woman with boobs like papayas shouts yaniqueques, a kind of fried empanada without filling. Another woman touches the back to the gringos who rest on beach chairs to offer them massages of 15 minutes for 150 pesos, a little more than three dollars. A plump and white-bearded black man has hands full of red tweezers and antennae: he sells lobsters for 400 pesos, about nine dollars. Three girls with braided hair stroll along the beach, bathe in shorts and top, and smile at a pair of old blond and bald. A jolt with a 40 kg girl that barely reaches puberty costs the same as a 400 gram lobster.
Differentiating how many tourists buy lobsters, yaniqueques, dissected sharks and how many buy women is impossible: prostitution is invisible to statistics. Neither the government nor the NGOs dare to make a calculation of sex tourism on the island.
There are no figures, but warnings: Last year, the Dominican Attorney General's Office asked the Ministry of Tourism to advise foreign tourists to refrain from looking for someone who may suck or could be punished with up to five years in prison.
But the 8,000 sex workers gathered in an organization called Modem (United Women's Movement) say that they live on tourism and that their "product" is what has made the Dominican Republic the most visited country in the Caribbean.
We are back in Andres: the pink hut, the same heat that does not suffocate anyone, A few meters away, the game of dominoes is still lively. The neighbor shouts capicua and adds 25 points. Altagracia denies with tight lips, large furrows open around her mouth.
Ramona looks at her and laughs.
"Look there, that was leather, too. Now she looks calm.
The term leather entered the dictionary of Dominican jargon in the early years of the dictator Trujillo's era. In the early 1930s one of the continent's most cruel and famous leaders ordered a slaughterhouse built outside Santo Domingo, where they dried the hides of the cattle in the sun and stuck them in the ground with wooden stakes. The young men used the slaughterhouse as a dating house and the first teenage fondling was done on the leathers. The skin of the cows gave its name to sex and sex baptized those who offer the skin to the desire of others.
-When Mama Altagracia ceased to be leather, she was a mare (pimp) of a cabaret. Here next to a cabaret called María Juana. I knew because she never came to the house at night. I worked there for a while, my daughter too. The cabaret closed a few years ago, "Ramona adds.
The neighborhood where these women live has no name. The street, either. But direction: from the last stop of the red bus, two blocks to the left, and the grocery store - the corner store - three blocks to the right. Entering the farmhouse, the fifth house with a motorcycle park outside.
There, in the village, everyone knows who Altagracia is. Asking for it comes easy. Her fame preceded her because the family suffered for a long time a stigma: they were the daughters of the whore.
"They told me your mother is leather, your grandmother is leather," says Ramona.
She recalls that her friends used to torment her daily, but the drama calmed down over time. Altagracia became very respected in the neighborhood because, being leather, she had cash, she even lent money with interest. Ramona never questioned her mother. Being a whore was a way out for them. The only thing that worries him is the dangers of the trade, but he says that he learned to move on those winding roads.
-I do not let me cover, the one left is for stupid. I taught my daughters that they do not **** off without being paid first. And just in case I always carry a punk with me.
Cubiar is a verb from Dominican Republic. It is conjugated in many ways but in almost all means deceiving. In the lexicon of whores means that the client, after ejaculating, does not want to pay.
Ramona says that she gave all the advice of the office to her daughter Isadora.
Whore whore whore whore wolf furcia buscona bitch whore butterfly milonguera whore whore arrabalera leather vigota trout piruja burst magdalena nice bazana bataclana burraca soana, Slut, easy, banquette, dulcera, hetaira, turra, zurrona.
Prostituta is a word derived from the Latin verb prostituere -pro: in front, statuo: put, situar-, which means to expose something. The term refers to showing products for sale. The etymology of the word whore is another story. In Rome and Greece Puta was the name of a goddess. Puta, in Latin, means pruning and that goddess had the gift of trimming the trees or making them grow like magical beans. Farmers worshiped Puta with parties that could last for days and orgies were part of the ritual of idolatry. In the Dominican Republic, Altagracia was the earthly and pathetic equivalent of the goddess Puta. For her there was nothing divine, no odes in her name. She was simply a country slut-a leather.
Currently the word leather and its dozens of synonyms are being fought on the island. Modemu, the association of sex workers in the Dominican Republic, has made a strong media campaign to call them sex workers, instead of leather. But their struggle is not just semantic, because modemu wants a law that recognizes sex work as any other job: to enter the tax system and have access to health services. Jaqueline Montero, president of the movement, left the sex work in 2010 to devote herself to political life. He then obtained almost 5 thousand votes and a position as municipal councilor of the community of Haina. From there he has fought against the discrimination of the trade and has reached some agreements.
"We, as sex workers, suffered abuse and extortion on the part of the police for many years. They ask for money from partners and even sexual services, they also seized our clients. This year, in May, we signed a first agreement with the government to stop this, "says Montero.
Read more:
http://www.esquirelat.com/reportaje...de-prostitutas-Analisis-Republica-Dominicana/
