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There are sex-seeking apps to identify them. Their profiles are suggestive although not overt about offering sex, and they often provide sex services to both men and women. There are two parks nearby: We witnessed many young girls: Most of the time, the girls looked sad and disengaged.
It wasn't only senior white men partaking in the sex tourism industry. In our own hotel there were two Italian men in their late 20s or early 30s who purchased sex. One man brought a pair of women to his room for sex the day of his arrival, and purchased another sex worker's services the next day.
While I was in the lobby two days later, he came down texting on his phone. A few minutes later, a car pulled up with tinted windows, with a male driver and another male, presumably the pimp, in the front passenger seat.
The back door opened up with a female sex worker in the back seat. The man from our hotel climbed into the car while fishing out his wallet. The other man brought down to breakfast the sex worker he had that night.
She looked between 17 and years-old. Like the many others we saw, she did not smile, looked sad, and stealing glances our way watching us talk and dine together. The two barely spoke at the table while they dined, and left the hotel shortly thereafter. Still another time at lunch together as a group, we saw a girl, no older than 15, at lunch with a white man in his mid- to late 60s.
I cannot un-see her in my mind. I caught her gazing longingly at our table filled with young women students, most of them women of color, laughing and enjoying themselves. The old man could not have cared less. He occasionally said something to her, placed a hand on her leg, and went back to his meal indifferent to her obvious suffering. Her hunched posture and the sorrow in her eyes at such a young age -- it haunts me. Our team struggled a lot in witnessing the sex work in the Zona Colonial in Santo Domingo.
We all, at times, had powerful urges to go up to the American and European men -- to confront them about the pedophilia with the underage girls, to force them to see the misery of the women with them, or to ask them how they reconciled their behavior.
But what good would that do except deny these girls and women the money they need to eat, have shelter, and survive? Or put their lives at risk from their pimps if they lost that client through our interference? Jobs are difficult to come by in Santo Domingo, especially ones that pay enough to care for you and your family.
Condoms and birth control are even scarcer or too expensive to purchase. Female sex workers get pregnant by their clients, who then leave the country without any recompense for the children they've fathered. Abortion is illegal in the Dominican Republic. That leaves women to care for children without sufficient jobs or living wages, childcare services, healthcare insurance, food, and sometimes even shelter. There is a scarcity of sufficient services from religious entities, government, and non-government agencies to help.
I encourage you to read the previous blog posts on children who live in poverty in the Dominican Republic if you have not done so. In our work with transgender women, some of whom are also sex workers, we heard stories of violence and brutality. As mental health clinicians, we are taught to observe everything, including signs of abuse or neglect.
Here, we all noted deep physical scars on every transwoman we met. When our group began asking about those scars, we heard horrific stories of their clients attacking them with spikes, rocks, machetes, and even guns. This was corroborated by another one of our teams working with those formerly incarcerated in the Dominican Republic. There is widespread police corruption, and many youth are improperly arrested and imprisoned.
Like here in America, you can never fully escape your past after you have "paid your debt to society. Sex work or dealing drugs becomes a last avenue for survival.
My own experience with the sex tourism industry came a little over a week after I came to the Dominican Republic. Up to this point, we had always traveled in groups of three or more to and from our destinations. However, early one evening, I needed to go to a store on the main market avenue called Conde. This was the first time I had walked this stretch from the hotel to my destination alone.
As a white middle-aged American man, I was solicited by eight female sex workers on my eight-block walk to the store, and by seven on my return trip to the hotel. Fifteen different women approached me for sex.
Some very directly asked what sex I was looking for; others, suggestively with lollipops or other candy in their mouths. When I walked past a place that gives massages, I was asked if I wanted one from a woman.
When I refused, a man stepped forward and asked me if I wanted a massage from him. It was an unnerving if not an unexpected experience. I had a hunch from our readings that I would be a prime target for solicitation. What was unnerving was the sheer number, as well as the offers that employed lollipops and other candy to demonstrate oral pleasure. As I processed this experience with several people in our group, we remembered that this was the tourism off-season -- more assertive techniques are employed to garner business.
I called him a lier in Spanish and English. He tried to get me to go off the resort with him and I said no and then he pulled his hand out of his pocket and proceeded to show me three different colored condoms I joke you not. Then when I told him there was no way I was sleeping with him, he got snotty…saying I was a bad girl for coming to the beach, etc…like I give a f k what a dirt, poor gigolo thinks of me!
All I wanted him to do was own up to his lies and well…a con artist will never give you that satisfaction. Sankies have specific women that they target, which is why some women never notice them.
They target single women who look like they have money or older gals and they even go after chubby girls who look like they need a good shagging! Sure the animation guys in particular have to be friendly and dance with the guests, but the sanky thing goes beyond that. I was a sitting duck my first night in Punta Cana…single, no man with me…walked in with designer watch and sunglasses.
I should have put a flashing neon sign above me saying…come and do your worst Sanky! I think the whole Sanky thing is disgusting because it is based on lies and deceit.
Or imagine falling in love and finding out that your long distance romeo is romancing the whole of the Northern Hemisphere along with you. I think as women we need to put a few things in perspective. First of all…if you were home, would you give the guy at McDonalds the time of day or any other minimum wage guy…the answer for most of us is an emphatic…NO! What do these guys have to offer us…the answer is nothing!!
We are only temporary meal tickets or at worst…a ticket to a new life abroad. I have more respect for the hookers who stand on street corners than these Sankies because hookers do not pretend to be anything but what they are. The sankies are truly the shame of the Caribbean! It is true that the women bear some responsibility for not using common sense, but I find it hard to fault them very much when most of the time they are naive and vulnerable people who are being used by malicious, calculating predators.
Pretty much any guy who asks for email, phone number, or room numbers is a red flag. The hardworking, decent guys who are not Sankies…never ask for personal info! You have a pretty good head on your shoulders girl! I had a similar experience but kept my wits about me.
Did exchange phone numbers when I left. He was the food and beverage manager at the resort. We did go for a few drinks in the afternoons but he paid his own way. When I was there we did talk about me eventually maybe buying and building, but that was just conversation. I told him to have a nice life and hung up. That guy is a real smooth sanky, beware of them all!
Thanks for responding Pakelekia! I really appreciated hearing your story. There are so many women out there who are not as lucky as us.
If we can bring this stuff out in the open, we can prevent a women from getting hurt emotionally, ruined financially or God forbid something far worse. Ok…my original post got edited …no biggie. I realize that people have the right to defend themselves against accusations. If he the sanky wants to try to defend himself…he can bring it on!!! LMAO Anyway…on the other forums girls have messaged me and confirmed what I said about the resort to be true and they thanked me for it. They are going back to the same resort with their eyes wide open.
That is the whole point of original post to make people stop and think before they act. Hugs and kisses are quite common there. The hard part is telling the sankies from the non-sankies …. Like I said before most of the people in the DR are kind and genuine. It is very hard to tell the Sankies from Non-Sankies because some of them are so skilled at their craft.
Keep in mind one thing. The whole sankie business is prevalent because of supply and demand. My actions like many women who go on holidays down south were totally out of character for me.
I had my guard up initially, but I let it down. I saw the whole thing as a dating situation that went too far…that is until I came home and read up on all this stuff.
Boy…was I blown away! What a sad, pathetic life they are living! Thank God I was born in Canada and have had advantages and opportunties. When I did the math, it would take my sankie 52 years to make what I make in one year…wow…it all makes sense.