Photo via Flickr user J. Todd Poling. Let's talk about turning gay in prison. Basically, everyone I know thinks I did some gay shit in jail, or got raped or something. Maybe there are a lot of rapes in the big, scary, maximum-security federal pens where they put the real insane hardened criminals. The average guy in jail is so scared of homosexuals or people thinking that he might be gay that we all wear our underwear in the shower. It was so nice to get out the slammajamma and just be naked. I should mention that there are hardly ever any openly gay men in prison but when there is one, no one in the dorm will shower with him. Inmates are really scared of the gayness. Anyway, I bet some inmates really enjoy having a gay man stare at them.
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Looking up, I see James waving me toward the hallway. White guy with blond hair and green eyes; rocks the Bible and a smile all day. Besides, the faster we get walking to the showers of hell, the faster we get back. As we start walking down the hall then step outside, the smell of shit from a nearby pig barn makes my stomach turn. Twenty yards later, we turn back inside, into a red-brick hallway, where we walk along a yellow line. The hallway is even hotter than the outside. I begin to sweat more. The noise coming out of the prison units is deafening—people yelling and slamming dominoes.