I n , when Calvin Burdine was awaiting sentencing for allegedly stabbing his gay lover to death, the prosecuting attorney encouraged the jury in his closing remarks to award Burdine the death penalty, rather than life in prison, on the grounds that sending a gay man to prison was akin to sending a kid to a candy store. After 17 minutes of deliberation, the jury obliged and sentenced Burdine to die. His death sentence was later overturned mostly because Burdine's public defender had slept through much of his trial , but the homophobic thinking — that prison is some kind of paradise for gay men — lingers on. The reality of life in prison for homosexuals and transgender individuals does not appear to reflect this myth. One young man named Rodney, imprisoned for fraud and check-forging, sent me a detailed account of his life so far in prison.
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No Escape: Male Rape in U.S. Prisons - Prisoners' Voices
While his face was considered ruggedly handsome by some, his body was what had gotten him his choice of women on the streets. At 5 foot 8 inches, the pounder was a cut and chiseled mass of beefy rippling muscle. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, meaty pecs, a ripped washboard 29 inch waist, big strong legs, and a butt that could fill out any pair of pants known to man. He loved to fuck, but he was a very selfish lover, he had never really satisfied a woman. He considered the women he laid to be lucky to have him in their beds. He had been in prison for 2 years and still had at least one to go.
The grim truth of being gay in prison
A television anchorwoman is captured and punished by a convicted criminal's brother for insulting the family name. For two days she is beaten and raped in her own home. She is forced to submit to the rape of her mouth, pussy and asshole, each time beaten before the rape begins This is a story with a rather lengthy lead in to the If you like stories that lead up to the
The lad walked through the forbidding doorway. His eyes adjusted to the slightly dim light. The door was slammed shut behind him. A sparsely furnished space, enough for two staggered beds, a few small items of furniture, a sink, and a small barred window letting in a pitiful amount of daylight. He knew with a sinking certainty he was going to go crazy shut up in here 20 hours a day.