Right up until he died of lung cancer, his lover would often take care of his needs, collecting his food, washing his slowly rotting body and giving him comfort in a place where often, none could be found.Īlthough in my heart, I craved intimacy, I often had to be satisfied with a quick fumble by the bins on the prison exercise yard. Their love affair would continue for over 20 years. The two would often be heard arguing with each other on the prison landing, with accusations ricocheting off the walls. These two lovebirds would follow each other around, afraid that their eye would wander. Prisoners would often approach me to collect condoms from the prison hospital because they were either too embarrassed to ask for them, or too afraid that prison officers would openly mock them. Even today within the British prison system, homosexual liaisons are often frowned upon by prison staff. It would appear that many were "gay for the stay", a term that was unheard of in British jails until the late 1980s. I rarely met any man who told me that he was gay before he came to prison. Of course, we were not living in a Mills and Boon world, where romance often preceded sexual indulgence.Īfter all, we were serving life sentences and didn't really give a shit what anyone thought, especially prison officers. An offer to scrub another inmates back was rarely rejected, especially amongst prisoners serving sentences of ten years or more.
The joke about the soap on a rope to avoid being touched up by other men? I never saw it in prison. Instantly upon looking at my new cellmate, I swallowed hard as he was an obvious faggot complete with black eye lash and brow makeup.Then there were the showers – frequently a hotbed of sexual passion. Designed to originally contain only 400 inmates, the vast majority of the cells were now housing two prisoners instead of one! Now without my watch and holding a face cloth, two towels, a roll of toilet paper and three pages of typed out instructions on confinement behavior rules, I was at last lead into my new cell. Having worked some two years in a civilian restaurant kitchen, I was assigned to work in the prison kitchen to start off with. After supper, I was interviewed by the night captain of the guards and assigned a cell on the first floor main cellblock tier. It seemed to me that every single con I viewed wore lewd smiles and seemed so big and strong. It was then that I sat shivering in complete fear as dozens of nearby seasoned hard core prisoners began individually informing me of their plans to use my body in a number of homosexual ways! While I tried to eat my meal, I only looked up once. īetween my baby face, my long uncut blonde ponytail and my 5' 5" 126 pound frame, more than a fair share of the inmate population viewed me then, as a new exciting sexy desirable young piece of innocent ass!! Having not been processed fully yet, I was made to eat by myself at a small isolated table perhaps 12 feet or so from the last end inmate seating isle. Instantly on my guard e****ted late arrival, a roar of cat calls and whistles erupted from the vast majority of the seated eating inmates. Once showered and in my new orange numbered uniform, I was lead into this giant mess hall that housed the entire inmate population of some 700 plus. This included my being stripped naked, made to bend over and have some fem looking gay male RN with coke bottle glasses probe my virgin asshole for contraband. It was near supper time when I was delivered and partly processed. Instead of going home to my f****y that day with a fine and probation, I instead found myself shackled and later placed in a State Police Van and transported far up state. Something my dumb ass lawyer promised me would never happen. I was three months short of my 22nd birthday when a state superior court judge sentenced me to two to five years for grand theft auto. Other than to substitute a few names for some of the real ones involved, all of what I'm disclosing here actually happened between late July of 2001 and December of 2003. While still on parole now, I will change my name here and not mention the state facility involved.
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