What is a sex resort? Well I suppose one could interpret this is different ways but basically I would say it’s a place where someone ‘a guest’ would visit for the sole purpose of having sex, of one nature or another.
research shows that ‘Sex tourism is when someone travels to engage in sexual intercourse or sexual activity and is typically undertaken internationally by tourists from wealthier countries. More and more people in industrialized countries travel to Third World type Countries to enjoy and study exotic people, cultures and nature etc. As tourists are said to become more conscious, discerning and professional, there is now a new breed of enlightened sex tourists, willing to pay a good price for authentic sexual experiences during their vacations’. So that is the basic definition according to info. received after some basic research. What it really means though is that this is what men do when they want to have some fun on vacation, only men. Recent news articles, including the recent TV documentary that we were involved in seems to always point at men as been the guilty party. Well as much as I am all for freedom of speech I cannot agree with this, in my opinion women are as bad as men and in a lot of instances are actually worse.

Using the same research I found that Female sex tourism is travel by women, partially or fully for the purpose of having sex. The practice differs from male sex tourism in that women do not typically use the structures of the sex industry (e.g. resorts, strip clubs, sex shows and organised tours) to meet foreign men. Women’s trips may be referred to as “romance tourism.” They typically involve sex with locals from the holiday destination country, as opposed to with other tourists, possibly from their own country (a holiday fling). So whilst us men go on a adult vacation for sex, women go on a romance tour?? What a Load of crap??? Also a estimated 600,000 Western women have engaged in travel sex from 1980 to the present, many of them as repeat customers. By some estimates, 80,000 North American and European women flock to Jamaica for sex every year.

I have managed to find a very recent article written by Jeff Heinrich, The Montreal Gazette, Published: Saturday, January 27, 2007

In winter, a tourist woman’s fancy lustily turns to thoughts of sex. By the thousands they descend on the Caribbean every year, women driven by one urge: to spend a week or two sleeping with local “beach boys” and paying them back in drinks, meals, gifts and cash. And it is Quebec women with reputations for being financially generous and uninhibited who are among the best established in the island flesh trade. Sex tourists, they’re called. Or as some prefer it, “romance travelers” looking for “love” and a little tenderness in the tropics. This is the season building to a peak in February and March when business in Jamaica, Barbados and the Dominican Republic heats up.
THE SEX TRADE IN THE ISLANDS IS BOOMING, BUT IT’S WOMEN WHO ARE LOOKING TO SCORE
Unlike most years, though, this winter’s parade comes with a heap of
advance media publicity. In 2006, there was lots On the screen and DVD,
two movies dealt with the subject Vers le sud, a French film based on
stories by Quebec author Dany Laferriere, starring Charlotte Rampling
as a British sex-seeker in late-1970s Haiti; and Rent-a-Rasta, a 45-minute U.S. documentary about women who flock to Jamaica in search of the “big bamboo” and the young Rastafarians who cater to them. On the stage, there was Sugar Mummies, a much-reviewed play in London’s Royal Court Theatre in August that starred Montreal-born Lynda Bellingham as a midlife hedonist in Negril, the Jamaican sun resort. On radio last month, female sex tourism was the topic of a long segment on the national CBC morning show, The Current Host Anna Maria Tremonti interviewed, among other guests, Jeannette Belliveau, a Baltimore travel writer of Acadian origin who’s written a provocative new autobiographical book called Romance on the Road. All the coverage prompted an essential question: Is sex tourism by women any better or worse than sex tourism by men? Does it just represent a new twist on exploitation of the Third World poor, in other words, prostitution with the roles reversed, the woman paying the man? Or is it simply a case of women exercising their right to choose what to do with their bodies? There is no single correct answer, just points of view coloured by politics and morality. But scholars agree on one thing: Female sex tourism is common enough and big enough to merit serious academic attention. By some estimates, 600,000 western women have engaged in travel sex some time during the past 25 years many of them as repeat customers, returning to the tropics every winter for some sun and some action. “Seeing it in operation, it’s quite a phenomenon. There’s a whole system,” said Kamala Kempadoo, a global sex-trade expert who teaches at York University in Toronto. Of Guyanese descent, she did field work on female sex tourism in Negril in 2000 and 2001. “It’s not just women on the beach, it’s the night life. You go to a party and see couple after couple of older, quite substantial, I mean overweight, white women with very young, very lithe black men,” Kempadoo said. “It’s quite a curious thing.”

This tells me 2 things, Women are just as bad as men when it comes to sex tours and the business needs a sex resort catering only for women. Anyone fancy joining me on this venture to build a womens only sex resort? You have my email address.

I mentioned cooking in yesterdays blog. What happens next? my ex buddy the system administrator steals my idea and decides to do an article about cooking on his blog, Now if that’s not taking the piss what is? I wouldn’t mind but he’s from Holland, what the fuck do they know about cooking? OK they have a cheese or two and I am aware of a magic mushroom pie that’s supposed to be quite good, yet after that they have nothing. I mean you can’t eat a wooden clog can you? Now my system admin looks after the educated parts of our adult vacation websites, that includes the adult travel forum and this blog, so he should know better that anyone about copyright, after all he’s the one who adds that to all the sites. Now this is going to be a difficult call, trying to take him to the cleaners with a lawyer may mean I sue him for all his millions but it will leave me up the creek without a paddle if the websites hit a problem, I would imagine that he would just tell me to fuck off. So mate, this time I will overlook the way you have cheated and deceived me, but be careful, be very very careful.

We had a bit of a knees up last night at the resort, Beach Party was the theme. I popped in for a pint as the party was about to start and then went back later to catch the back end of it. It was whilst sat at the bar, unusual for me I know but sometimes in the interest of customer relations I do frequent the bar. So anyway sat at the bar with the guys and a female or 2 and the topic of conversation got onto who had the largest dick.  Not difficult this one, fuck it, I am from Leeds, that’s the dick capital of the world when it comes to size. Remember we are talking only white guys here, I ain’t competing with those black fuckers, no way. Anyway it was decided that to settle the bet we would ask the girls to give there assessment of the size of the dick of their partner. That made a few of the guys fucking shut up, believe me, all that fucking bragging and boasting and when it gets to the nitty gritty they don’t want to fucking know. Fortunately for me, Ana was there and I have the proof of what she thinks of my size? Me personally, I don’t think she’s doing me justice. But that’s women for you I suppose.

I did some shopping today, I mean it’s only 353 days to Christmas and bargains can be had at this time of year. As it happened I didn’t see anything that stood out, so came home empty handed. For a small Island the shopping here is outstanding, from the major shopping malls to downtown shopping where bargains galore can be had. Norse as asked me to do an article on shopping so as to inform future travelers what’s in store for them when they arrive. This is something I will do in the very near future, a shopping survey with images, that could be an Island first. So keep your eyes peeled and watch this space in the very near future.

Now I have never been one to tell stories, especially about people who I like. On this occasion though I just can’t keep this to myself any longer. My good friend Richie who works with me here has lost his fucking marbles. A great guy and like me a avid Leeds United supporter. Now as most you are aware Leeds have had a few bad years of late, yet Richie and I have stuck by them as any loyal supporter would. Now tomorrow, for the first time in many a year, Leeds are live on T.V. playing an away match at Crewe. I have at great cost managed to get the satellite channel downloaded and we are all ready to go. 3pm local time and Richie and I will be glued to the screen shouting home the lads. Wrong. I will be watching it on my own, Richie, God Bless him is going for a manicure, yes you heard it right, it’s not a spelling mistake and I am not drunk, he is going for a fucking manicure. I am ashamed of him. He now puts his nails before the team that we were weaned on. It would appear that some sexy bit of skirt who does Ana’s nails is feeling, shall we say a little lonely, this information came from Ana whilst we were all sat in the office. Well mention skirt, sexy and lonely in front of Richie and he’s like a fucking rat up a drainpipe. Appointment made, 2pm tomorrow. I am fucking gutted. Under normal circumstances I would sneak down there and take a photo for all the World to share, but unlike Richie I am fucking loyal to my team. Fuck I even made Ana take some tennis socks back last year because they had a red stripe on them. Come on Richie, sort your priorities out. Fucking Manicure.

I’ve been thrown out of the office by the other half. Let Richie do it was the order. Now as much as I am all for passing on the office workload it does have it’s down side. The most notable being that after transferring all the info he needs over to his machine I don’t get any emails anymore. All bookings and enquiries now go straight to him and the only emails I receive are personal ones to my private address. Guess how many mails I have received in the last 3 days? 4 and they were all spam shit, wanting to increase my dick size or get rid of the extra pounds, you know the shit. So what now to fill in the days? That’s a good question. Fishing is a possible option, however getting cooked like a Roast Turkey in the heat here doesn’t appeal to me as much as fishing in Europe does, where your guaranteed not to see any sun. Golf is a possibility, been there and done it though and the thought of playing on the same course every day sort of makes me think I would quickly get bored. Drinking, now i’m pretty good at that so I suppose I could up my consumption every day and do something that not only am I good at but also something I enjoy. Cooking could be something I should take up, at least that way I would get fed, yes I still have the arrow pointing to the kitchen so she can find it. Still not working either, so cooking could be an option. It is Cooking then that getting the nod for now and I will hopefully give away a few of my recipes as we go along. Of course the testing of grub will be undertaken by our Adult Resort guests, who according to a recent T.V. show, are all, as well as a few other things, overweight so I must think seriously about fat, calories, diets etc. So that means no more fatty food at the resort. Are you listening Clyde?

I have just read my local newspaper from the UK and was disgusted to read the following article.
Local MP Colin Burgon was a guest at the Garforth and District Lions annual Christmas party for pensioners at Garforth Community College.
He donated two bottles of whisky, one each for the oldest man and woman present, which went to Walter Bean, 90, and Mabel Parker, 87.
Now as much as I am all for looking after the old people and even giving them a nice present here and there, what the fuck is a Member of Parliament doing giving 2 old wrinklies a bottle of whiskey each? They should be getting a pair of slippers or a hot water bottle, not a bottle of Scotch. If that doesn’t show us what a set of wankers they have running the Country in the UK then what does.

Two gay cowboys in a bar, one says ” Yup” ? The other says ” yep “!

Some cheeky twat, who shall remain nameless for now, but he is from the US and is actually here at the resort as we speak brought me a present. It’s a book, a small 90 odd page paperback by a guy named Sterling Johnson and the title is ‘English as a Second Fucking Language’. I thought, ‘this guy is taking the piss’ but no that’s the actual title. Interesting I thought, here’s an American buying me a book, written by an American, telling me how to speak my native tongue. What a load of bollocks. Well although there is a lot of phrases in it that we wouldn’t use over in God’s Country it is interesting to read how the Americans perceive the way that we swear. Now as I don’t swear much I cannot confess to be an expert on this but I am sure I will pick up a few choice phrases whilst enjoying this book. It does however beg the question ‘why would someone choose this particular book for me? I mean is that how you fuckers over the pond think of me?

I went to hospital yesterday for a small op. I didn’t tell anyone as I didn’t want to be inundated with flowers, chocolates and get well messages. I am happy to say that the operation to remove a small growth on my leg was a success and in 2 weeks I must go and have the stiches removed. The Doctor advised me to take things easy for a few days, drink lots of beer, eat lots of chocolates and have plenty of blow jobs. Now that’s caused a major domestic in the house. For some reason she think’s i’m bullshitting her and is refusing to let me take it easy, bastard. Fuck me does it hurt too? it’s also fucking embarrassing having to shout for help to get off the shitter or to remove my jeans. I think the cleaners also embarrassed as she went beetroot red earlier today whilst helping me rise from the throne. I must also say once again how impressed I was with the medical treatment that I received, a visit on Monday, next morning I was in and the fucker was cut off. Now in the UK I would have to wait while September at the earliest.

The other night I went out with Richie, it was his turn to pay so when the menu arrived I thought fuck it if he’s paying i’m having a fucking lobster. So I picked the biggest one I could see in the pool and off it went to get cooked. The squeeling from the kitchen was a cause of concern around the restaurant, I thought the chef was fucking the skinny cleaner but people were telling me that it was the fucking lobster getting it’s hot bath. Now me being the sentimental animal friendly kind, I nearly had to agree with a big fat woman at the next table who was saying it was cruel. I still ate the fucker but did feel guilty, well a little bit anyway. However I felt much better when I saw the size of the bill, Richie wasn’t too happy, he’s a tight bastard. Anyway although it’s commendable that people do not want to inflict pain on animals, in the case of the Lobster . First of all, pain doesn’t happen automatically, it’s the result of specific receptors, nerve pathways, and brain regions all cooperating to convert certain physical stimuli into the perception of pain. This has all been thoroughly worked out in humans and other vertebrates. But guess what? fucking lobsters and other crustaceans are not vertebrates and simply do not have these nerve pathways and brain regions, in fact they don’t have a brain at all, for that matter. In other words, no brain, no fucking pain. So what about the scream that lobsters sometime emit when dropped in the boiling water? Well actually lobsters have no throat, no vocal cords and no lungs, so how could they scream at all? The fact is that the noise is caused by air trapped in the shell. When heated it expands and forces itself out through small gaps, causing the sound. So to the fat woman sat next to me at the restaurant, don’t worry, it really was the chef backending that skinny cleaner in the kitchen.

After performing my Monday morning ritual of checking my web sites statistics for last week I got to my blog stats. Now to say it is popular is an understatement, I mean I appreciate it that there are lots of you out there reading the blog and I really will try harder in 2008 to ensure we keep it up to date, you all wish. Anyhow as the viewing figures are climbing I thought it would be a good idea to find out where everyone finds me. I know my regular guests know about the blog, I know I have a link from the website and the forum, I know all the fucking do gooders saw me on channel 4, but where do the rest come from?

Some of you found me on google so I have investigated what keywords you have used to find me and this is what came up. Now don’t do what I did and burn your bollocks by spilling your coffee, these are the facts, Gorilla Sex is the top keyword in Google for finding us. Nearly 20% of searchers use that term? Now what the fuck is all that about? I know some of the girls can be a little hairy, it’s a Latino thing, I know some of them may noty have the looks of a vestral virgin, I know some of them make funny grunting noises in bed (This is only 2nd hand information Ana) and I also know that a few of them have enlarged nostrils, well the black ones anyway but fuck me Gorillas, I can’t believe it. What is the World coming to? Not only am I a little embarrassed that this is how Google has perceived us but what about all those sad bastards out there who want to fuck a Gorilla?? I mean I have a big mother fucker of a Rottweiler here at home and he is about 10% of the size of King Kong and I don’t think he’s take kindly to me shafting him up the arse so can you imagine what a fucking Gorilla would think of you? Now let’s look at number 2 in the search terms, ‘bonobo’ well would you believe it, that’s also a fucking Ape type creature. The scientific name for the Bonobo is Pan paniscus. Initial genetic studies have characterised their DNA as more than 98% identical to that of Homosapiens. I wonderif Homosapiens are related to Homosexuals? I mean those gay fuckers have a lot toanswer for don’t they? Maybe it was those cunts who did this to me after reading yesterdays blog? The Bonobo is more gracile (slight in form) than the Common Chimpanzee.
Its head is smaller than that of the Common Chimpanzee with less prominent eyebrow ridges.It has a black face with pink lips, small ears, wide nostrils, and long hair on its head. That sounds a bit like a chica who used to work here. I wonder if they can dance as well? Females have slightly more prominent breasts in contrast to the flat breasts of other female apes, though not as prominent as those of humans. The Bonobo also has a slim upper body, narrow shoulders, thin neck, and long legs compared with the Common Chimpanzee.The Bonobo walks upright about 25% of the time during ground locomotion. These characteristics, and its posture, gives the Bonobo a more human-like appearance than that of the Common Chimpanzee (see: bipedal Bonobos). Moreover, the Bonobo has highly individuated facial features, as humans do, so that one individual can look significantly different from another, adapted for visual recognition in social interaction.

To top it all off the 3rd most popular search term was Ape Sex, so there you have it we are being inundated by a bunch of fucking Ape Lovers. We actually get the odd ape here at the resort, here’s an old photograph of Perry when he had hair. You can see it’s an old picture because he has put a lot more weight on recently. I hope he lost some before he comes back in March or I will have to buy another fridge just for the fucking bananas. I can just imagine having another fucking casting on that rock. So there you have it, we are now being sought after by perverts and animal lovers alike and before long I have visions of another T.V. programme, this time on National Geographic.