PLEASURABLE OFFBEAT MEXICO / AN OUTLAWED US MAN FIGHTS FOR LOVE - a true story / Dangers Off the gringo trail for a man who broke sexual rules

TRUE STORY SYNOPSIS
Year 2001: I was a US male MD psychiatrist. My wife divorced me. We had no children; and so I was free. I loaded my important possessions in my station wagon, and drove thousands of miles in Mexico. One day I stopped to eat and met a waitress. The setting: the town was Cacama, with a population of six thousand. Reclusive Cacama had no tourists. Cacama was surrounded by Indian villages. I initially stayed in town for waitress Maria. During my trouble with Maria, I met others, such as sisters fifteen-year-old Peti and sixteen-year-old Ambrosia. The only unmarried women were young women, who felt very superior to me: an older gringo with poor Spanish. At first people were friendly, because they thought I was a powerless temporary tourist with money to quickly blow. But during my five-month residence, I had a strong effect on people. The men were very protective of their women and/or jealous of my contact with women. Teenage Peti and Ambrosia often assaulted me because women were in control. Dominant Mexican men were a myth. Females were nasty to me when they liked me. Perhaps they were trying make me a slave called husband.

Eleven-year-old female Evita and I became close, because Evita wasn’t yet in The Meat Market: the vicious love, sex, power, and money game called betrothal and marriage. A fifteen-year-old Mexican female was an adult in the marriage market; and she was busting heads to corral a husband. She herself was intelligent, strong, and dangerous. Plus she had a large army: her large family. The Mexicans dished it out big time; and they were flabbergasted that I could take it, or sometimes counterattack.

SOME THINGS THAT HAPPENED:

I fell in love with sixteen-year-old Ambrosia and asked her to marry me. She didn’t answer and subsequently feared that I would kidnap her. Our daily passion plays occurred in public: on the busiest street in town. Jealousy? Ambrosia’s sister Peti demanded all my attention by punching me, tripping me, lassoing me, etc.

I was thought to be a coyote: a smuggler of Mexicans into the US. Some young women asked me to take them to the US.

People claimed that I was the father of Maria’s baby daughter. More than once I had been warned that Maria’s father was going to kill me. Despite this, I visited Maria at her family home in her Indian village.

Both women and men assaulted me; and I was sometimes jailed for their assault. Mexican police probably wouldn’t prosecute a Mexican who kills a gringo. The killer was more likely to become a folk hero. Gringos have few to no civil or criminal rights.

My photography caused the state judge to order “No photos.” I largely ignored court orders and police commands. At police request, however, I photographed the police and gave them free copies.

I was stolen from and jailed for the privilege.

I romantically pursued two policewomen.

I was maliciously called gringo, barbarian, borracho (drunk), and brujo: a male witch.

Some citizens and police officers claimed that I was an undercover DEA agent. This was a potential death sentence from the marijuana growers, who were important to the local economy.

The police “secretly” audited my photocopying, snail mail, and email, and searched my hotel room.

The police sent underage women to me in sexual-entrapment attempts. Imprisoning me in state prison was seen as a way to get rid of me.

To save your life in Mexico,
Consider your life worth a dime;
They have no use for gringos,
Though their money is divine.

Despite the above, I refused to be driven out of town. In total, I chose to spend over a year in Cacama; so apparently my pleasures outweighed my pains. Men and women hurt me; but as they say “He who plays with cats expects to be scratched.” Some of the bad things said and done to me were said and done by university-prep school females. Females obviously talked about me; and gave me intense attention.

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