Batmama's Northpoint Notes #07
Hey Y'all!
Plumb worn out from this week. I put two pieces in Essays and I hope you read them, especially "AWFUL Truths : Let The Queer Set You Straight", a labor of love I busted my ancient ass on. The other one, " The Illusion of Race" was a Simmons College assignment I put here hoping to rouse conversation.
My man is in the damned hole AGAIN. Sex Offender related, no less, only this time my beloved ex-Nazi gangster wasnt involved. This sex criminal with long pretty hair, a non-kiddie case, and the claim of heterosexuality has curious habits like showing his genitals to others in generous quantities with now some four people hitting solitary confinement in two cases with half the quartet showing THEIRS to this staunch straight who, BTW, showed this writer his goods without solicitation. He also at one point was trying to be my side-bunky, telling me quietly hed "swap" with me - in prison that means quid pro quo oral sex.
January 25th, 2026
pg. 1
Since I wasn't born January 25, 2025 but that was the birthday of my boyfriend whose missing it in chez hole, I'm aware this down low swinger knows I have family funds, ergo "swapportunism". This manly man wears his hair often in a fresh-from-yoga up-doo with tight sweatbritches. Anyone who knows a speck about prison can see this is beyond provocative. When we lived on the sex crimes side after my shipwreck there from the hole, he expressed his relief our wing "didn't have many Black dudes". Odd, as he hung with them exclusively on the yard, particularly close to one who a molecule rarely could wedge between them, but they were " homies". Change those last three letters to "os" for word economics, purely.
Thing is, plenty of people wearing this one's label have a hard road to hoe in prison. He got lucky and slept astride a gang captain at the assessment center who told his people to back off our telegenic hair-hopper. The claim being this lad came here for "strangling his bitch" and not a jailhouse justice punishable offense.
pg. 2
I can't help wondering if our Sexpot Strangler didn't choke somebody's chicken for clemency. I have a problem here.
I'm itching for domestic life: the mundane, boring, pointless existence I'm entitled to after a decade. I need to experience ennui and have the joy sucked out of the relationship I'm ecstatic about like any other American via food, insipid arguments, and TV. I've been angling for semi-suicide for months now, but sex(y) offenders keep me from gentrifying this ghetto I'm desperate to, and that is pissing me off.
When I see this secret she-male, I'ma lay the law down thus: get a daddy and be his by-God boi - 100%. Get in there and make your man happy, Baby-doll. I got him one picked out. They're friendly already, and I'll register this pair at Tar-jay. Option two? Cut that motherfucking hair, grow out that beard, and keep yours and all else's pee-peez in your pants, Home-Skillet. Coz if you don't, I'm gonna assign your government name to this reprinted post, and tag every sumbitch in show business.
pg. 3
Family, girlfriend, running buddies, parole officers, and the town this one's from will know about the "gay for the stay" bullshit. I lost another half month with my "peoples" over sex crimes shenanigans he wasn't even party to, so I'm through. Everybody's gotta learn sometime, right Beck?
Got to see the final Downton Abbey flick and they shoulda called it Downer Aptly. SPOILER ALERT: All that to have Mary's pitiful ass living alone in a haunted house? I know I'm supposed to celebrate the town's liberation via their acceptance of the divorcée, but I wanted her to run off with the American scumbag who sincerely dug her and have globetrotting adventure, myself. Fuck the Abbey like the programme, who needs it without the Dowager anyway? Take it from me, Lady, respect ain't all its cracked up to be and gets in the way sometimes. Ejection can open all the doors, windows, and skylights you never dared dream of.
pg. 4
MUSIC: I've bought stuff lately, mainly old news though. However -
"Baller" - Summer Walker/GloRilla/Sexyy Red/Monaleo: Totally about this collab taking advantage of each party's strength like a joint venture should, elevating all. The homage to Flack and Hathaway's "The Closer I Get To You" is Buttercream Frosting on this slab of soulful hip-hop tastiness.
"Digging His Own Hole" - Seinking Ships feat Miki Berenyi: File under "new to me". This might've been bigger than the damn hoola hoop for alt-rock nuts in 2017, but I was without resource and goofed up on nut-pills (see: "All Messed Up With No Place To Go" and "Dude Awakenings" under Stories). We have no Lush, one of my most beloved bands of my favorite decade, the 1990s. Seeing something containing front-woman Berenyi got me all kinds of psyched and its good, too. Grungy psychedelic with horn-blasts and dreamy vox I dig, children, it's different from standard fare around here and spices up the mixtapes.
pg. 5
OK, off to work. I finally got the gig as dorm runner, doing errands for da po-leese and administration while warning inmates when in deep shit. It's like living in a CBS procedural, only entertaining.
Peace Out, Gothotamites! xo Batastrophe
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