tragic putas

for movie night tonight i saw princesas. it's from spain and it's real name was putas. it's about this one spanish prostitute who becomes friends with a dominican prostitute. i think it was set in madrid but i'm not sure. anyway, it was a little long, the spanish hooker is a little too philosophical and her lines could have definitely been edited cuz she even repeats herself and it gets too sentimental that way but overall i liked the ladies who played the roles a lot. they were just likable but i guess hookers should be. the dominican girl was very fine and she was good even though her character is seriously downtrodden. i guess that was the point, her existence is far rougher than the spanish girl's cuz she's illegal and mulata and all of that. oh yeah, she is a tragic mulata, and a tragic immigrant. it gets bad for her and there are some really painful scenes that she seems to bounce back from awfully quickly so it never quite gets so bad and i was glad to be spared great tragedy. it was like everyday tragedy, which could be sadder in some ways. besides being about the plight of hos, it's definitely all about racism and immigration in spain, and how it affects the hooker community. there are scenes with a group of white spanish hookers chilling in a salon looking out at all the african and caribbean hos on the plaza working streets they used to, the white hos gettting all mad cuz those bitches make it like a jungle out there and many such comments about savagery and dirtyness. and then there is the main character who is like them but not and becomes friends with the downtrodden dominican ho. they both have their dramas with the mens but of course the dominican has it worse with some scary spaniard taunting her with the idea he can get her her papers and that gets crazy and there is one scene where basically she has to do what it takes and her face is just hard to look at. but it was all of interest to me to see this spain, i'm into all things spain-ish lately with my recent trip and it's all informative for me.

spain has been making an appearance in my life this week. i forgot i had this on my netflix queue and it came just as my freng goes to barcelona for the week and the dude i stayed with in madrid came to new york and brought with him the fabulousness of cheese and ham that i've been savoring for the past two days. there's a bottle of wine too that i am too thrilled to possess. i would love to go again and be mistaken for an immigrant taking some spanish hos' work. i was thinking about how them dealing with the immigrants out there. i did think i would pass cuz i have gotten shit in america for being light but the spanish are still europeans and they know a foreigner, especially from latin america, when they see one. i don't have to be a mulata, i can a mestiza and be different. i was asked more than once about my face and features and what i am, they knew i wasn't them. their faces are harder, more angular, mine is softer and chunkier like the indians lurking in me still despite my pale skin. there was no passing. there was no tragedy either, just the one of not getting any while i was out there but that was for lack of trying. all those spaniards are hos, men and women alike, ready to go. "follar o no follar," as my buddy out there recalls of their straightforwardness. to fuck or not to fuck, truly the question. she is worried that she will be confused for a dominican whore but it's probably that or spinster, no in-between when you're not a youngun anymore. let's hope we get confused for whore.