
But my perspective has changed with age…For better or worse, I can’t tell, I try not to put value judgments on what I see anymore. But I see sex for sale everywhere…and in Brazil, from what I’ve seen and heard, it’s just the way it is. I apologize to anyone reading this looking for the history, the culture, the things I’ve been riffing on for the last two weeks. Spend enough time somewhere and you start thinking about more than the mystique and heritage of a place, and about the actual people who inhabit it today… And what I see here in Brazil is a society so stratified that it’s reduced a large section of its population (aka underprivileged women) to selling themselves to survive. People pay for sex here all the time... From the very highest echelons of society to the favela dwellers, in this culture, you can make money giving it up. Sex is treated as a commodity, and bodies are bankable assets…
Is that wrong?
I never feel more American than when I’m passing self-righteous judgment on other cultures, speaking in platitudes about justice and what’s right and wrong and how life ought to be and how people ought to behave, to someone who never asked for an American opinion in the first place. So I try not to do it, I’m in no position to claim awareness of some kind of absolute for all the different people in the world. Besides, it’s not like America’s insistence on public Puritanism has led to a more righteous society, if anything it’s led to greater hypocrisy… I saw a great bumper sticker recently that sums up how I feel about America perfectly: “Waging War for Peace is like Fucking for Chastity.” Right? Right…
Anyhow, I bring this up because the opportunity to have sex for money presented itself a couple times this week. I, however, had my bank freeze my account cause they apparently think it’s suspicious that I’ve started spending my money in Brazil. So I’ve been colossally broke this whole week, and it’s been a pain in the ass. I’m not sure that I have it in me to pay for sex, but I would’ve liked to flirt, or at least buy a gorgeous Brasileira a drink, and I couldn’t even do that… how’s the Busta Rhymes song go? “Got no woman and you got no car? Then you got no woman, and there you are.” Plus I don’t have a phone, so making any kind of a connection with someone was damn unlikely. But I got some crude hints from passing strangers, in Portuguese no less, so I might have completely misunderstood, but I doubt it… the way those hips were cocked, they couldn’t mean much else… and there were plenty of spots around town where you can go and pick up someone looking to get paid. Is it right? Is it wrong? I don’t know, but it’s simply the way of life here.

But I’m not a critic. This place is what it is, and no tourist who strolls through for two weeks should be dishing out overarching criticisms like this… I’m just observing…
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