September 4th, 2026 Second grade, Welcome Back Kotter was a smash hit on ABC Prime-Time. This sitcom in the Bronx about an eccentric teacher bounding back to the hood to try and book-learn some left-behinds had a magnetic sexpot in Italian stud Vinnie Barbarino, with his feathered neck-length coif, toothy grin, and electric blue eyes my mom and likely all other on our block went plumb gaga. Vinnie made mini-me feel some kinda way without understanding it felt a molecule

Chapter Two September 1st, 2026 Mom's death didn't get sympathy cards. While they hugged, cried, and ate ham sandwiches on her sofa, not one of my her family members reached out to her only child. One aunt lied and told her she'd stick by me as Mom died. That while she consumed her pain-pills by fistfuls, and needed her, as a respected "caregiver" read: junkie. Her racket for many years has been assisting the sick while herself and a close friend liquidate med cabinets.

Chapter One August 31st, 2026 Three years back Mom died with me behind this prisoner's fence. Thus marking the cruelest moment of my life not only accounting to me robbing myself of being beside the foremost figure of my life's topography I rented a body off of, during an event making me aware grief prior was practice and their expressions melodrama. This brought on sadness returning childhood's tears with sobs like accompanying being in the meat department, daydrea

August 24th, 2026 At my Aunt Onetia's funeral was this in-law off her granddaughter Maley, the other grandma, and tenant of a cardboard box in the woods. Rough as a cob like they used to say, but she rocked a black patent leather minidress with a matching velvety trench and complimentary leather boots. Hair the same shade as the ensemble, with makeup somewhere on the spectrum between punk and country. Probably she'd dig '80's "cow-punk" I'd play for her were we not both

August 23rd, 2026 Months back here I praised Mark Waid's timeless writing on "Kingdom Come" before garroting it on "Champions" then especially "Captain America: Home Of the Brave", his socially irresponsible propaganda pamphlet. Alex Ross's detailed Norman Rockwell Ubermenschen-dystopian-blitzkrieg clusterfuck (I hope y'all know compliments when you read 'em) overshadowed a clearheaded and ingenious taut political thriller with roots set in 1938 wrapping sometime that sm

August 18th, 2026 Being a Big House comic nerd bites sometimes. Making discoveries behind the Ultimate Firewall® frustrates from me wondering what's been discussed, dissected, poked, and prodded past it. Messaging around two years back, my home-girl Nicole caught up talking a Batman story with our Dark Knight hitched to Selina Kyle with their grownup kid investigating Joker's murder written by some cat named Tom King. This longtime chum and I only chatted a couple times

August 14th, 2026 Once I knew this punk who like lots was not a good listener. He heard well enough, picking mouths to listen from is where he went bad. This in the pervert's prison is problematic when you're young with anything left to lose. RJ, a towering Jew at around 6'5 sported his Yarmulke proudly on the yard, rocked a sash-belt plus a Hebraic scroll plastered on his locker like some movie-poster. Not getting funds from outside I figured was likely shame not their

August 12th, 2026 This week I'm interviewing a maybe Robber, cracking up behind-the-site-scenester Ms. A suffering through the last big one (RIP and rot you piece'a trash I says to "Throbbin'") eating her inbox into a noisy text-breakup. Regarding his replacement part, "somebody's gotta fetch the ice and cut them onions". Similar, he's young as Monday, and myself Methuselah (thanks to Prison® preservative, in-person I look a healthy 45 according to some without skin in t

August 8th, 2026 We interrupt this inappropriate and raunchy sometimes site for a moment of Zen and spirit fulfillment. Prison's premiere (far as I know) sassified gonzo journalist is kicking it New Age now? Not so much, but like those onions I put in popcorn pouches to re-nuke with sugar and peppers over in Recipes, I got layers, Cousins. Already told y'all about me studying at the Healing Arts Academy. Spirit is important to me. Being a deep thinker of the critical per

August 6th, 2025 Wonder Woman can be difficult to love because like a lot of amazing things she's gotta be shared with people. Feminists and sex-starved wolves wrestle to control Princess Diana da First. Wild enough her builders were both. Billy Marston was our early century "Dr. Fill". Totally a vintage pop-psychologist, S+M horn-dog, polygraph innovator, plus creator of child's material aimed at little girls. Cramming bondage into as much panel-age as he and artist H.G

August 4th, 2026 Department of Corrections Commissioner Crews: Hello! This is inmate Hiett #283308 at Northpoint greeting and wishing you a great day. Clearly if I'm taking time after 11 flat to approach you, I have concerns. Knowing you are a busy person I appreciate your momentary focus. This pertains to matters on the ground for all demographics, the tether connecting I realize you tire of hearing about: sexuality. Something I wouldn't address but it's problematic for

Chapter Three August 3rd, 2026 This group I spoke of is the Gender Dysphoria Support group. Because I qualified for hormones right as the political landscape wiped the "endo-pack" out, I still get invites to club meetings. Yipee. Transgender being the closest to Gender Fluid on the "Who Am I?" survey in our files, I get sent a reminder monthly that looks verbatim like my vitally important psych visit. That's what tricked me into going this time. Months ago I vowed to s

Chapter Two August 2nd, 2026 One recurring problem was the fake-tranny (no PC in this place, we're convicts who say fuck da werd po-lice) population and guys who, as the vernacular would have it, were "fucked up about me". But you see, I look like a guy. Makeup don't help. Male pattern baldness at 17 with my hair doing Kamikazes by the fistfuls. Twice dudes broke my heart over lady-boys with sex cases, girly-locks, and lady-names. Once I saw Shawn beget Red become Diesel

Chapter One August 1st, 2026 To Ms. Timpf: I'm in this prison in Central Kentucky reading I Used To Like You Until... and it's crazy because should you look around my charming little dump here you see we are SO on the same page! Nonpartisan, libertarian, libertine, and trapped in a prison with a high concentration of sex offenders (I'm not) about to graduate with a Bachelor's in Sociology from an Historically Black College. Plus I'm a gay fella, out 40+ years in fly

July 22nd, 2026 Nobody who was one ever called themselves out loud a gangster. Before escaping high school I heard that applied to hippies too. These days I crash beside/beneath a guy who answers to the second title and damned if hes really not despite looking spot-on a patchouli-stinking bean-sucker (I'm SO being a poser - that Kiss My Face Patchouli Shave Cream is DOPE, Bitches). He would never cop to the first but is more one than the majority of lame wannabes cloggin

July 17th, 2026 Over five decades occupying two continents, five cities, and two prisons I was paving my pop-nerd highway by third grade. Summer 1976, seeing "King Kong" Dino De Laurentis' first full color version six times, twice wasn't on account of fresh obsessions with 10-story beasts, gorgeous young Aryans Jessica Lange and Jeff Bridges, nor an epic fight where our Ape King busted my nightmare fuel - a snake colossus - in half. Less terrifying for its proportions, i

July 15th, 2026 Yo, Homies and Homettes! Finals finished, and this is from my Family and Childhood class for Sociology at Simmons straight outta Louisville. Hoping you'll give a gander to garner what prison's like from the perspective of an observant person training in a field about objective science. Don't worry it's not dry and I strayed from Snoozeville to top capacity. Dig: Family often is not what our body enters this world with. Adoption and adaptation occur i

July 13th, 2026 Back to the States after my year in da Nederlands I had the mama of all breakdowns. Amsterdam split with sister Rotterdam, the country known for lacking judgy-ness, a quote heard by friend of a friend Dusty, a Chicago attorney last I knew "The only thing we won't tolerate is INTOLERANCE" from a Dutch citizen. Hettie, the cabbie wife of Ruel, my English-deprived coworker took me all over the City of Sin. She witnessed my captivation at "Homomonument", a me

July 13th, 2026 Wanting to watch cartoons without dying babies being shoved in my mug is a scenario where I'm NOT the incorrect party here, right? Since getting Cartoon Network and Boomerang last weekend, I can't watch "Rick and Morty" nor "My Adventures With Superman" minus St. Jude showing me a baby dying of some croup being coached off-camera to say "I love you" sandwiched between bawling parents. I live in the house malformations built, thanks. I watch animation

July 12, 2026 Bombastic describes my week. Last night diving into 10 solid hours of sleep to the ocean floor I woke fresh and excited. In prison. After a crap breakup. This I holler at anybody queer, str8, Black, Me-Hican, Mahican, or Amish. An object in motion remains that way, a physical phenomenon. Stationery = cessation. Why my excitement? After a workweek giving my all, multiple endowments to this page here, finals turnt in, meals lovingly made, and workouts do