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Prison Gal-Boys…

During the 20 years I’ve spent in the federal Bureau of Prisons (BOP), I’ve witnessed a variety of sexual situations.  There was only one that I could consider to have been coerced.  The kid (maybe 20) was a nervous wreck and scared like a chicken spotting a hawk.

Sal Mineo & Don Johnson

He was in and out so fast—checked into segregation and was apparently transferred—that I never did get his story.  But I have no shortage of others…

FCI Ray Brook, Lake Placid, NY, was a form of international village of prisoners (in fact, it started out as the Athelete’s Village for the 1980 US Winter Olympics).  No one ever accused the US of failing to Romanize the world… more…

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The Tea Party…

Recently, we’ve heard a lot about this Tea Party movement, variously called “Tea Baggers.”

Baggee or Bagger?

In prison, “tea-bagging” refers to something entirely different.  Tea-bagging is when one prisoner squats over another prisoner who’s lying on his back, and dangles his scrotum in the mouth of the one on the bottom.

Perhaps the Tea Party has something similar–metaphorically speaking–in mind?  Maybe tea-bagging with teeth?

I’ve heard the experience can be quite pleasureable–at least for the guy on top.

Dr. Publico

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Laverne & Shirley…

Early one evening in the summer of ’94, a group of us were in Spanish class at FCI McKean, PA.  Our instructor, a kindly Cuban lady by the name of Ms. Rodriguez, teaching us for the University of Pittsburgh, suddenly stopped talking as her mouth continued to open and close and her eyes grew large.

For a moment, I thought she might be having a stroke.  Following her gaze and looking behind me, I caught brief sight of Laverne and Shirley passing by the classroom windows.

Someone asked, “Are you alright, Ms. Rodriguez?”

She took a moment, then said, “Oh my God,” covering her mouth with her hand, “I’m sorry.  I don’t want to say anything bad about black women, but I’m afraid your prison have two of the ugliest staff I’ve ever seen…” more…

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Angel & Ebony…

In the beginning of this journey, I was regularly bused back and forth between the jail and the federal courthouse.  One early morn I was placed in a small holding cell by the sheriff’s deputies as one of them knew me from my days as a criminal defense investigator visiting clients.

Cameron Diaz

The alternative was being held in the larger common cell packed upper cheek to lower cheek with prisoners, many of whom could barely be described as socially “habilitated.”

Groups of these jailhouse bumbaclots regularly played the “tight white booty and butthole” game of threat and intimidation.  Prison tends to sort that silliness out.  At least it does in federal prison. more…

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