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

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 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