Gay prison stories

Pullups, pushups, crunches and other resistance exercises using support bars aka monkey bars is the reality. Long story short, I decided to work with prosecutors on several drug-related cases and provide actionable information. The only time I ever saw people get into fights was when someone got too nosey.

Can I pass myself of as straight? The situation I found myself in was entirely of my making. I thought as a gay man being sent to prison my life was over. Being able to go to that gay spa three times a week was the way I survived those final months.

10 prisons I learned as a gay prisoner. Even now as I write this, I can still feel a chill as I recall his words. In the final analysis, I decided to just keep a low profile and avoid interaction. I know that I did. Two years ago, I finally was released.

Finally, if you get caught fighting more than once, they can ship you off to a higher security facility. Q-Notes is publishing a collection of Urbiniak’s writings in this exclusive, short-run column about life as a gay man in prison. At my old prison, one man helped me get the best room available in exchange for sexual favors.

For exercise, you learn to improvise. My hope in sharing this is to offer a realistic snapshot to gay men who get sent to prison. Not to get into the weeds but gay camps offer much a different environment than penitentiaries.

Finally, gay inmates usually stick together. Obviously, location matters so bear this in my as you read what follows. If this goes to trial, you could be looking at a lot more time. In high security facilities, LGBT prisoners are often grouped. From what I saw, the attitude was be and let be.

What follows are 10 things I learned from the perspective of a gay man and ex-inmate at a federal prison camp. In my case, I had plea bargained down to a month sentence on a drug charge that could have carried a year sentence. I was given time to prepare and get my personal affairs in order usually days and was ordered to self-surrender on October 12, The thought of going to prison scared the living crap out of me.

FYI: there is a big difference between a camp and penitentiary. That last bit of information is one of the reasons why I decided to pen this piece. In return, I was moved to a minimum-security prison camp facility. It became my little private gay heaven away from the story atmosphere.

Moreover, they also knew that I was gay. I learned that it's not like they show it in movies. Names of individuals in the story have been changed; in some stories, Urbiniak refers to himself as Sebastian McShane.] One thing as sure as death and taxes is that guys in prison will fall in love.

At my facility, there was a rundown basketball court by a shed, a quarter mile running track and a handful of crappy free-weights. I was being sent to prison for five years. After long negotiations with the prosecutor, my lawyer phoned me to break the news.

Not even a little. Nobody wants that.