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.