Growing up, my voice was high-pitched, my wrists naturally went limp, and I loved musical theater. But by the time I finished high school, I was already on my second serious girlfriend. There was no way. I did. But then I got to college and, for the first time, I was surrounded by openly gay men my age.
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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. He described a litany of brutal rapes, assaults, beatings and, eventually, the total abandonment of his male identity as his only means of survival in the hyper-masculine and often homophobic prison environment. His account suggests that far from being a paradise, prison for gay men can be a living hell.
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Yup I have. The first time I went to a bathhouse was with a very close friend of mine after a night of heavy drinking. Now we kinda went as a joke, Both of us had seen each other naked so there were no qualms there. And neither of us really wanted to do anything, but we were just very very curious of what actually went on. So for the first 15 minutes or so, literally we just walked around the place in our towels and were expecting so many displays of debauchery….
We broke up a week later. It was a great time. They argued while he was inside of me. Hand to God, worst first time ever.