I tried not to stare. It's not polite. It's especially risky in prison. Doubly so in the shower room.
I was on the cell block with the fagots. Really, only some of the fagots were on that block. The prison is crowded with men. We live two to a tiny cell. MANY of the guys have tried out their cell-partners as sex-partners. But not me!
Homosexuality is supposedly against the rules. In reality, the Pennsylvania prison system fosters and even encourages "the wild thang" as it's called. It makes the guards feel superior to see inmates forced to stoop to perversion.
If a prisoner is caught kissing his wife or petting her in the visiting room, he goes to the hole for 60 days. They aren't allowed to visit together for 6 months. The Pennsylvania prison system under Boss Horn likes to break up families. He is just that sort of tyrant. The obsession is to destroy "criminals" as well as the families who dared to produce them.
By contrast, if the wife-petting inmate gets caught in the sack with another man, they get only 30 days in the hole. Often they get to share the same cell together in the hole. They are given lots of time alone to cultivate their tastes. The administrators seem to hope that they'll share infections, too. They are just that sort of tyrants.
So, B-Block, the place where I was, was not for ALL the guys who've had male lovers. It was for only the most hardcore queers. That's about 100 or so of the 1800 men in the whole prison; about five or six percent: boxers, weight-lifters, he-men, footballers and fairies.
I'm certainly not gay. But, also, I certainly have nothing against a fellow who is. It's a purely personal thing. I wasn't put into the block because I like guys; anything but! Truth is, somebody exposed one of the queer guards. We have no shortage of them. The exposed guard was embarrassed. He didn't like being put on front street. He thought I was the one who told folks about the attentions he forced on prisoners.
Although I'd heard about the sexual abuse of Isaccs and Ayers among other convicts, I hadn't make an issue of it. Who cares if a guard feels the need for a few yards of prisoner pork?
Sleazister, the guard with the taste for organ-meat, was so embarrassed that he insisted that I be punished. What would be worse than moving me to the queer wing? There I'd be surrounded by the kind of men he figured I hated.
Sleazister couldn't move me on his own. He needed the help of a prison boss named Whinecellar. Not to worry, Whinecellar was all for it. He didn't like me anyway. Whinecellar had been living in sin with another prison boss. The couple had even bought a love-nest to share together. It didn't last very long. Whinecellar got thrown out for failing to perform his duties or wearing the wrong color panties. I never did get the whole story. In any event, Whinecellar was the object of ridicule. He took it out on me. I was slapped into homo-haven.
So it got to be shower time. Away I went to get wet. The dank chamber was steamy. Through the mist, I discovered that I was one of the few naked bathers. Most of the guys were wearing their underwear!
One of the odd social customs is for the homosexual inmates, especially the younger ones, to hide in their underwear while they shower. Must be something about not putting the merchandize on display. The straight men, at least the white ones, seem to be the only ones who feel comfortable going naked. You can almost pick out the queers, both active and latent from their shower gear.
But men showering in prison boxer shorts is like wet t-shirts on women. As much is revealed as hidden. That brings up another of my alarming discoveries. Gay guys are better equipped than heterosexual guys! What a waste! I'm sure there are plenty of exceptions, but from what I could discern, I was dinky compared with Al-The-Freak. He was reputed to be able to s wallow a whole Genoa salami and to prefer his partners unwashed.
And while we are on the topic, don't let anybody be fooled. Black guys definatly have more meat than white men. Of course, they are also more likely to be queer or at least bi. They are also 7 times as likely to be in jail. Even with the extra inches, black isn't what I'd want my kid to be.
Through the steam I see a guy on the other side of the shower room. He is more brown than black. He's wearing a brassiere! The reason he's wearing a brassiere is he's got tits. I mean hooters! Rebecca doesn't have lungs like that!
This guy's kind of soft looking and plump all over. He's got almost a feminine look. It's annoying. We shouldn't have this sort of ambivalence separating the men from the not-men. Matching his bra, the guy's wearing panties!
I looked quickly away. That did it! A guy in nylon Barbie panties shouldn't be lathered up in a prison shower room! Sleazister had gotten his revenge!
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