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In 2008, I was sent to prison on drug-related charges linked to the manufacturing and distribution of a controlled substance. I had just turned twenty-five and had no idea of what life was like behind bars.
I also happen to identify as straight. That really doesn’t have anything to do with it but I’m just sharing for background.
When I first arrived at the correctional facility located in the Southeast, I knew deep inside that things were going to be bad. There’s no way I can explain this except to say my inner voice kept telling me to be careful.
The first couple of days weren’t terrible but that was only because I was being sized up by other inmates. You see, one of the things you find out when you get sent away is that everyone knows your business, including who you are and why you are doing time.
At any rate, on the fifth day of my incarceration, I had two members of the Latin Kings ( LKs ) forcing me to have sex with them. While I can’t be sure, I’m guessing they were close to my age.
Now before I get too far into this, you need to know I wasn’t a scrawny guy. Before getting sent to the slammer, I used to work out at the gym and box. Plus, I had a part-time job as a furniture mover with a local company.
At any rate, the rape happened after I was assigned to the Maintenance Shop. When the correctional officers weren’t present, two of the LKs cornered me near the doorway.
It was obvious what they wanted because the jerks kept making comments about showing them my backside. When I told them no, one of them pulled out a piece of rebar and clobbered me across the face.
Everything after that is a blur. Sometime later, I woke up in a closet, which in prison is called “the cut”. That’s slang for being out of sight from the cameras.
So, here is the thing. The blood rushing from my temple didn’t bother me. That I could handle. But what did freak me out was the white stuff oozing from my behind and streaked across my face.
After wiping myself off with a sock, I got up and felt super dizzy. Once I finally made it to the main hallway, a guard spotted me and asked what happened.
I lied and told him that I’d slipped and bumped my head. Seconds later, I found myself in the prison’s infirmary, receiving emergency medical attention.
But I kept my mouth shut. Had I snitched on the two LK’s that had assaulted me, I wouldn’t be here to share my story with you now. That’s because, in prison, inmates who tattle don’t live very long.
And I wish I could tell you this was the only time I was raped but it wasn’t. You see after it happens one time, it will happen multiple times. It’s like word gets around, you know?
The next incident happened around one month into my sentence. I’ll never forget it. I was on my way to a Christian Worship group when four LKs stopped me near the bathroom. I recognized two of them because they were the same bastards who had assaulted me before.
But the other two – they were new. Well, not “new” but certainly inmates I had never encountered. I’m guessing now but I’d lay odds they were in their middle to late thirties.
Sensing something was about to go down, I tried to get away. That’s when one of them pushed me into the bathroom. Then three of them stepped inside while one guy watched the door.
If you think I could have screamed, think again. One of the LK’s had a shank pushed up against my neck and told me straight out that if I made a sound, he would cut my throat and watch me bleed out.
I won’t go into graphic detail except to say that that the older of the group – and biggest – rustled me over to a sink. That’s when he grabbed me by my hair, bent me over and ruthlessly shoved his you know what up my behind.
I tried not to make sounds, but the pain was excruciating. Worried that I’d call attention what was happening, the thug yanked me up again by my hair and span me around. That’s when another one of the LK’s forced his junk in my mouth.
From there, it was a merry-go-round. While one stood lookout, the other three ruthlessly did their thing.
It was like watching wild jackals at a feeding frenzy, giggling and laughing the whole time like it was no big deal. I can still see flashes of my face in that bathroom mirror as all of this happened.
Over the course of a six-month period, incidents like the one described above occurred several other times.
In return, I was moved to a minimum-security prison camp facility. Not to get into the weeds but prison camps offer much a different environment than penitentiaries.
Two years ago, I finally was released. To this day, I still have flashbacks of being raped by male gangs who thought nothing forcing themselves inside me.
I sincerely hope you never have to do time. If you do, your best bet is to try and go to a prison camp and not a penitentiary. Not that men aren’t raped at the camps because it can happen. But it didn’t happen to me there and it’s my understanding things like that are infrequent.
Today, I am working with a therapist to help sort out some of the flashbacks and terrible nightmares . Being violated like that eats at your sense of masculinity and makes you question yourself. It will probably take me years to worth through all of it.
And I can honestly tell you that since getting out, I’ve been completely clean. I don’t go anywhere near illegal substances and try to live a Christian life.
If you are wondering what it is really like doing hard time, there’s a book called the Federal Prison Handbook . I honestly wished I had read this before getting sent up the river.
It might have helped me avoid some of the problems I had or at least prepared me for the realities of prison life.
If you are a survivor of sexual assault, make sure you find someone for counseling. Even things like AA or NA can be helpful because a lot of the people there understand.
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"Bret Ramos claimed me as his own. He told me I had two choices: I could submit, or I could die."
By Roderick Johnson Published: Mar 7, 2007
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By Roderick Johnson, 35, as told to Tyler Cabot
Soon after coming to Allred prison in Texas, Bret Ramos claimed me as his own. He told me I had two choices: I could submit, or I could die. Thus began my life as a prison sex slave.
What most people don't understand is that rape in prison isn't like it is on the outside. It's not random or chaotic. It's planned and methodical. It's business. The gangs trade amongst themselves to determine who is going to be with whom. And other inmates didn't dare touch me without clearing it first with my owner.
Ramos would rape me once, twice, sometimes three times a day. Then he would force me to clean his cell, make his bed, or cook food for him. Eventually he demanded that I have sex with his friends, who took to calling me "Coco." When a different sex slave was badly beaten for refusing sex, he said the same thing would happen to me if I didn't comply.
When I was finally transferred to a different cell block, I was told by Cliff Brown that he and his gang had "bought" me. That's when the prostitution escalated. They made me perform sex with dozens of other inmates -- white gangs, Mexican gangs, black gangs. Sometimes it was anal. Sometimes oral. Sometimes both. They did it in cells, in the shower, on the stairs. The going rate was five or ten dollars in commissary a fuck. Eventually I was moved to another building. Waiting for me there was La Brigada. At the next building it was the Akin Soldiers. Then the Ivory Kings.
I pleaded with the guards, the warden, and the classification committee time and again for safekeeping. Each time I was met with deaf ears and laughter. They told me that because I was a homosexual, it didn't matter. They told me to "fight or fuck." The rape continued. The prostitution continued. And with it, my shame grew and grew. Eventually I couldn't face the constant humiliation anymore. I was suicidal.
At last, I wrote the ACLU and told them I wanted to kill myself. They flew to the prison and contacted the prison director. And for the first time since my ordeal began eighteen months earlier, I was put in safekeeping.
I was released to a halfway house in December and now live in my own apartment as I try to move my life forward. I'm getting counseling and the medical attention I need. I spend my days working as a youth counselor and hope to start a nonprofit organization. But every day is a struggle. I'm always very aware of my surroundings. I watch my back. I hate crowded rooms. And the nightmares of being raped persist.
Tougher still is the struggle to move past the shame and guilt. Sometimes I blame myself. I think, If I had only listened to my grandmother and stayed out of trouble, I wouldn't have gotten into this. Sometimes I start analyzing the situation, I start looking at the picture from all types of angles, and I start thinking, Why me? Why am I so weak? I just need to move forward.
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15 Real Confessions Of Female Prison Inmates


Louise Clark
Oct 09, 2017
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Make a list of your top ten female prison fantasies. You’re going to need it once you’ve read some of the stuff that actually goes down in women’s prisons. Now, we’re not going to lie, you will find some of this a turn on, so go ahead and make space on that on you list of fantasies. Other confessions you’ll read definitely won’t be making an appearance in your list, so it all has to balance out.
Newsflash: women’s prisons are dark, dark places where some seriously questionable stuff happens. This might not be a surprise. After all, if you lock up a bunch of hardened criminals – things are bound to turn ugly. But you really wouldn’t expect women to get up to some of the things they’ve confessed to. We’re not talking girlie pillow fights here, this is prison-level action on a messed up scale. Oh and in answer to the question that’s on everyone’s mind… Yes, the women are hooking up. A lot. Read on and find out just what women do get up to when they’re locked up 24/7.
Locked up for a long stretch? There are going to be times when there’s an itch you just have to scratch. Some girls hook up – more on that later, and others? Well, they take matters into their own hands, with a little help from an unusual source. One female inmate dished the dirt in a Reddit confession. Here’s what she learned during her prison stay:
“Every few days they passed out electric shavers, there was one for each bunk and there would be a line of girls using these old shavers to dry shave their legs in the bathroom. Some of them would flip them and use the non-cutting side as an adult toy on others.”
If you’ve ever watched Orange Is The New Black you’ll know the majority of the contraband came in via the kitchen for much of the first season. Except this isn’t how things go down in real prisons. How do the inmates get their stuff? Someone just throws it over a fence. There’s always the ‘old fashioned’ way. An anonymous inmate fessed up to C racked.com: “Smuggling things in with your fun parts was also a very popular method. They don’t do full cavity searches, so as long as you’ve been doing your kegel exercises, you can get an iPod shuffle past the guards, no problem.”
Ever heard of the phrase gay for the stay? Apparently it’s a real-life phenomenon in prisons. Women hook up ALL. THE. TIME. Possibly just about the only male fantasy about prison that happens to be real. Don’t believe us?
A recently released prisoner opened up to C osmopolitan.com , and told them: “It’s not just lesbian and bi women, either. ‘Gay for the stay’ is definitely a thing. Women who are adamant they’re straight end up in relationships with women for the comfort. In closed prison plenty of women get together. The environment means that it usually ends up in fighting and both women being put in segregation, however.”
There’s a universal stereotype in prison movies and TV shows: the food is always nasty and dull. But did you ever see a maggot crawling around one of those prison issue beige trays? This inmate gives us a grisly insight into conditions in the prison canteen.
‘They had been cleaning one day and figured they would open up the meat grinder because it hadn’t been cleaned for a while. As they opened it they found about a million maggots inside it. Basically it hadn’t been cleaned a lot longer then people thought, and the whole prison had been eating maggot meat.’
Female prisoners love to get crafty, except some women aren’t exactly wholesome when it comes to their extra-curricular activities. This shocking confession reveals how female inmates molded melted candy into very personal adult items:
“The women inmates made [toys] out of Jolly Ranchers (which were bought at the canteen). They would melt them using the microwave oven and shape them into d**ks, even with realistic veins. We called them “swirlies” because they were made in different colors.”
This confession raised a ton of questions on Reddit – all far too controversial to post here. Basically, they’re 100x the worst things you’re imagining could happen.
Not every correctional facility is the same. Some are maximum security, while others are a little more lax. And then you get those that have corrupt guards. Nicole Brooks found herself in this nightmare at Julia Tutwiler Prison for Women in Alabama. She says: “”I was scared every day of my life in there … They just do anything they can do to demean you and belittle you,” she adds. “You already feel bad about yourself. You already know you’re at the lowest point you could be in your life, and they just want to beat you down more.” Another Tutweiler inmate claims she personally witnessed assaults and harassment during a three-month stay in the prison. Earlier this year, federal officials revealed conditions at Tutwiler were unconstitutional. Guards were accused of harassing and abusing the female inmates for nearly two decades.
We all know that in a male prison you have to be prepared to take a beating or two. But what about a female jail? Are things just a little bit more civilized there? Hell, no. Female inmates at Silverwater Correctional Centre in Australia shared their prison confessions in a one-off documentary last year. And this revelation proved that life on the inside is just as tough for women. An inmate named Meagan told the filmmakers about the time she got into a fight, saying: “I broke her nose, I split her lip and I broke her two fingers. She just kept mouthing off… she was a snitch.”
Drink too much coffee and you’re going to end up feeling pretty wired. But what happens when you snort the stuff? Well, you start meowing apparently. This county jail confession spills the (coffee) beans on how female inmates take their cup of joe.
“Some of the girls would order coffee from their canteen and snort it, which led to them staying up all night ‘meow’ing to each other.” Riiight. You have to find some way to stay entertained when you’re locked up 24/7, but THIS? Doing your time must really be tedious if snorting coffee is how you get your caffeine kicks.
Look, we know prison is meant to be a punishment. But lice? Really? A female inmate reveals her time in the cells with more than a few unwanted guests.
“I got lice in jail, was quarantined with another girl who also had lice. Needless to say, their lice “treatment” did not work, and the lice festered to an unimaginable point. We picked lice out of each others hair every day and tried drowning them in a cup of water. They don’t f***ing die. Also people treat you like the grossest thing to walk the planet when you have lice in jail.”
When you think of women’s prison, you might well picture Piper Chapman hanging out with her cellies in Orange Is The New Black . Except the reality of doing some serious time is that it’s a seriously lonely life. And what happens when you’re alone with all that time to spare? Your mind starts to dwell on how you ended up there. One anonymous inmate shared her story online, saying: “More than anything, it is just absolutely, crushingly lonely, just this big grey box where you’re ultimately locked up with yourself, and all of your mistakes and s****y choices, with nothing to distract you from the fact that you put yourself there.”
If you’ve ever wondered if you could handle some serious jail time, this confession will make you think twice. A former female inmate fessed this grim story up to ES Magazine and it’ll have you dry heaving all the way until lunchtime.
“My first night in Holloway Prison was hell. I was in a cell with a crazy woman who picked off her toenails and put them in my tea mug. There were people screaming and it was terrifying. There was a bucket to pee in, and at 5 a.m. I was told to ‘slop out’ — when you throw out the contents of the bucket. I got a glob of porridge in the morning that I had to eat with ‘toenails lady’ in my cell.”
Ok so maybe this might not be a bad thing if you’re into ladies or submission or just dig the uniform… but it also has to be seriously creepy when fantasy becomes reality. This female inmate recalls a time where things got awkward with a female prison warden.
“I got a come-on from a warden once myself. There was a water shortage at the time and you were only allowed a bath once a week in an inch of water. The warden came in and she just sat there watching me. There wasn’t much I could do about it. Most of them were into women; that’s why they did the job.”
Women in prison may be hooking up regularly, but things get seriously disfunctional and quick, when you’re being watched 24/7. You also have to remember that inmate relationships are banned, so if you’re caught, you’ll be facing a serious punishment. An anonymous female inmate told C racked.com about the lengths women go to for a quick hook up:
“The girls learn to ‘prime themselves,’ so to speak, just prior to the intricately planned encounter, because you’ve got about five minutes, tops, to get the job done. There’s little romance involved [and] no chance of getting fully naked. All [the] secrecy is necessary because getting caught might mean a trip to maximum security.”
If your worst fears about jail involve the prison psychopath, this confession is for you. In a spine-chilling revelatio
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