prison rape

A Cho-Mo’s Rape in Prison

"It lasted all night. I stayed up, hidden under my cover, scared that they'd find out about me. About what I did. I pissed myself. Then morning came, and the gossip found its way around. They'd lodged the broken mop handle up inside the guy. Smurfette made sure that he had a breakfast tray, and fed the guy because he couldn't do anything much but moan.

The Anguish of a Transexual in Prison

In the cell, the dayroom, on the yard, at work and in the clinic, there’s no refuge. The rapes, beatings, robbery, threats, and sadly the killings of us transsexuals continue. The cops don’t care. They look the other way and blame us for being trans. But some of them are drawn to us as well, male and female. Men and women doctors inspect my genitals. There are daily strip searches, in front of others. I wear baggy clothes to conceal my bumps and curves. Still, I’m so obvious.