Gay For The Stay Trapped IN The Closet

Early Monday morning I was due to be sentenced for my four domestic violence charges, and 2 bricks of dope I had in the trunk of my car. The judge ask me and my attorney to stand, he said Gordo Mendoza I hereby sentenced you to 12 years Federal time and 4 years state time to run concurrent with each other. I said fuck it; I know what I got to do. You see doing what I got to do is getting inside and be a bitch in the pin, for protection. Yeah that means, I would go from beating bitches to being a bitch. You, ask damn it’s like that go from being a hard hit muthafucka on the street that would not think twice about beating the fuck out of bitch until she would pass the fuck out, then rape her, and dry fuck her up the ass. On the streets I had size to intimidate people. Despite my size way, way down on the inside I was a pussy. I am 6 foot 4, 230 pounds of Brazilian and Black muscle. I have always dated, and fucked very beautiful women all my life, but I have a dark side that my family doesn’t know, and I plan to keep it that way. As the bus arrived at Folsom Penitentiary, I know I had to go in this hell hole like am hard and shit. You see no matter how hard you are when you get to the Penitentiary, everybody yelling fresh fish on the line.  You know when you arrive at prison you reflect on your stupid actions that got you to this place. Also what was good about a new arrival inmate they put you in this 60 day holding area before entry into a prison. The reason that this is done so that a prisoner won’t have a nervous mental break adjusting to prison life.

After the sixtieth day, they put me in with my cellmate who is gay as RuPaul, now isn’t that some shit. This nigga saw right through my sweet ass. Here I am thinking I am this hard soldier, was about to give my ass up for protection. This nigga was at least 6 feet 8 inches 275, I tried and tell him, I got bitches on the street, he said and what, that I was not the first Gangsta or the last, that like other niggas, and had bitches.

I said ok, you got to survive while here in this prison, so I was going to be, what they call being “Gay for the Stay”. You see Gay for the stay is while in jail, I’m a bitch, on the street I got bitches. I know that this was not any normal shit, 2 men fucking each other, moaning, and groaning, stroking, and sucking dicks. You see I did not give in right away, but he kept pushing, pushing, and pushing until I gave in. I felt ashamed but I was protected. This big dick nigga would CUM in my ass, and make me suck the shit of his dick and that CUM that would be dripping, I was fucking mess, getting treated just like the women I used to abuse in the street. I guess you can say, I got all my dirt back, and then some.

After many, years of being a bitch on the inside, now it was time for me to get out, but I was more afraid getting out of jail, than when I went in for the very first time. My feminine side came out so strong, I worked real hard on tying to be the Hard Muthafucka, that I was on the streets many years prior. Life just isn’t the same after you have lived a different life on the inside. So when the very nice female, I met online came to pick me up from the yard, she got home and she wanted to fuck.  She had waited for 4 years since she had been with a man, and to wait on me. I pushed her off as long as I could, and she started making comments about be not wanting her hot pussy. This chick could really suck the skin off your dick. In my mind she wasn’t my “Ricky”, you see you judgmental muthafucka’s know this bitch can see, and know I was “Gay for the Stay” while on lock down.  When this chick finish talking so bad about me, I just blurted out I want dick bitch not your clit. There I was out of this dark closet that I have been hiding in for years.

After all the dirt I had done in my life, I had to face reality that while in prison, I thought I was going to be “Gay For The Stay”, but yet I was gay along covering it all up by fucking a lot of women, and beating them up, because the abuse meant, I had power, but really I had no power at all.

The moral of this story is, the next time that one of you bitches, plan to be a “Pin Pal”, with an inmate, you better pay close attention that his ass is not “Trapped In The Closet”. You can never be just “Gay for the Stay”, You was Gay before you went in, and Gay on the way out.