Prostitution in Cuba: The ‘Cheap flesh of the revolution’
In Worldcrunch, ?ukasz Wo?nicki, a journalist with Poland's Gazeta Wyborcza, reports on the rampant prostitution that plagues Cuba under the jackboot of the apartheid Castro dictatorship. For the beleaguered women of Cuba who must struggle to feed, clothe, and shelter their families under the yoke of tyranny, prostitution has become the only way to provide for themselves and their families.
It is a sad and disturbing reality you will not read about in the AP or Reuters, who along with other international news agencies with bureaus in Havana, have become propaganda mouthpieces for the despicable Castro dictatorship.
Instead, they struggle to provide basic necessities such as food and clothes for their families — and occasional luxuries such as cosmetics — sometimes having to pay with their own dignity. We interviewed several Cuban women, and here are some of their stories.
Felina, 34, prostitute
“Do you know how most Cuban women commit suicide? They set themselves on fire. As if they wanted to purge themselves of all this sh*t. Last week a friend of mine did it. She was a hooker, like me. Her daughter said that they were watching TV and suddenly Yoana kissed her and went to the bathroom. She ran out of it like a living torch.
I think about suicide every day. But I would not like to suffer. If I do this, I will jump off the balcony.
Jorge was the only man I have truly loved. Today he is my husband, but all I feel for him now is what a hooker may feel toward her pimp — disdain.
We met at the airport. I was a waitress in the local café, he was a baggage handler. Before the suitcases went on the baggage carousel, Jorge would steal alcohol, clothes, perfumes. On Friday night people would come to his place to perfume themselves. Three sprays cost $1. Unfortunately, what we both made was not enough to live.
One day he said he had an idea for how we could earn more: I should sleep with tourists that he and his friend, a taxi driver, would 'recruit' at the airport. He said we needed to use my beauty to move forward.
Tourists changed Cuba into a virtual country, like in a video game in which you f**k Cuban women and men, drink rum and smoke cigars.
Clients always feel like praising Cubans and Havana after we have sex. I hate this. My city looks like the next day after a war.
We are the cheap meat of the revolution: I take $50 for classic sex, 80 for anal. There are girls who take less than $30.
I have studied Marxist philosophy for five years. I graduated with honors. I speak multiple languages, which is useful. For instance, I can say 'I will do you good' in English, French and Portuguese.
Most of my colleagues have university diplomas. We are probably the most educated hookers in the world.
I still have some hope that one day I will earn my life in a decent way — for example, as a translator. But there are days when I go out on the balcony, I look down and I imagine I hit the ground."
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