i've done time. guys in prison run penpal scams as a way to kill time and get money. the insane thing is that there are lots of people on the outside just standing in line for this. my nigga set me up with a penpal, this batshit insane chick that wanted to write to me. fuck no. but if i'd wanted and lacked the morals, that loon would have put money on my books, sent me naked pics, letters, whatever. it was creepy.
it's all lies - it's fantasy, basically. the part that gets me is this ideal of the hot prison guy, wronged by society, who just needs the right woman. right. there are some sexy mf in prison, and prison tats turn me on. but y'all just do not understand primal primate social hierarchy. if you do it, let one of those guys fuck you, instantly you stop being a person and become a bitch (man or woman). if he's fucking you, he owns you - like a slave. that's how it works. always.
i mean, if rough trade turns you on (and you're a guy), i smuggled out a thermal topshirt with 'STATE PROPERTY' stamped on back. i don't have the tats, i'm diabetic, that would be bad, but i got the attitude. had to, to survive. and though i hate it about myself, i can use violence, effectively. bring it on. but when you misstep, cross a line, and i draw back and knock the teeth out yo lyin mouth.....this is what it is. violence and power and domination and sex.