What again? What did they say I did this time? It’s lies, I tell you. All lies!

I’m flagging your ass. Get it? Cuz of the old ass with a map on it…

Please don’t pound my little ass.

Does it have a flag on it? No. Now answer the questions, guys, as if it were in fucking General. Thanks

@seazen those are their answers. lmao

LOLOLOLOLOL – I just got it…

I would be very worried that some of the other inmates might try to harm me and that there wouldn’t be anything that the guards could/would do to protect me.

I would also be very upset at knowing that while I’m in the pokey, I will have to make pookie in public. Something that I already have a phobia (or is it poobia) about.

And in my case, I would be very worried that a prison couldn’t/wouldn’t support my vegetarian diet.

@seazen heehee, that was funny. Sorry carry on.

It was really funny – and smart as a Daily Show quip – you should be their writer.

@Kardamom I believe it is called pookiephobia.

When I went to jail, I had the benefit of having the foresight to ask people who had spent time what to expect. I knew as an activist that I would eventually spend time there. My largest concerns after hearing from people were (a) how I would react to the strip search and (b) how I would deal with the range boss.

The strip search concerned me because I had sexual abuse in my background, and I wasn’t sure what my response would be. My lawyer advised me to explain this calmly and politely to the guard, and to explain that I didn’t want anyone to get hurt, either him or me. It’s especially bad in the detention centre where I was sent since they do the strip-searches in the middle of an office with people all around. Fortunately I didn’t have any kind of post-trauma reaction and the guard was good about it; he stood turned to the side and just glanced at me to make sure I didn’t have any guns up my ass or anything so the staring wouldn’t trigger anything.

Dealing with the range boss was my other concern, since I’m an anarchist and I don’t react well to authority. Here again I was fortunate. I’m big enough (6’ 5” and the size and shape of refrigerator) that no one is going to punk me, and I wisely avoided getting involved in any kind of prison politics. The range boss offered me “free” candy when I arrived, and I politely declined. I took him aside and explained that I wasn’t interested in his range, that I was not going to challenge him, and that I was a political prisoner. I taught the range boss how to meditate, and in return he more or less left me alone. He was also amused when I started organizing the ward to fight for their rights, got a front page story published about the miserable conditions in the detention centre, and ended up being thrown out of jail because they didn’t want me organizing the inmates any more.

As a female, I’d be worried about having to defend my person against sexual assault by male guards. Also, I’d be afraid I’d end up having to hurt somebody badly to defend myself and then getting sent to solitary.

I don’t know if people realize how women and girls who are so inclined will go all out when they fight and, unlike men, will put their fingers though their opponent’s eyeballs and rip hair out of the scalp as well as slam and punch. I’ve seen enough females fighting in that manner when I was a girl.

I’m just going to make sure I don’t end up in prison.

Do not under any circumstances bend over in the shower to retrieve the soap uh huh! Oh & i’d be hoping for table tennis, or maybe encourage the guys on my wing to take up morris dancing. A knitting circle….now that has potential.

Let’s just call it The Surestitch Redemption, just for the sheer hell of it ;¬}

Some peace and quiet FINALLY!

I’m a serious book worm. Being in prison would give me an opportunity to catch up on my reading.

Did I bring enough books?