Are your ready for the next part of the story about gay love in prison? Do you remember first part of it – I fell in love with one of my prisoners? So, let’s start now.
It was that one day, three weeks ago, when it all began. I heard commotions in one of the bathrooms in sector B and I rushed there to see what was going on. It was Johnsons, cornered by three guys. They immediately calmed down as soon as they saw me, but I called for reinforcements nonetheless and escorted them to their cells. I was in charge with Johnsons and I led him to his cell, but, as soon as he arrived he whispered me again that he wanted to tell me something important that night about one potential major attack. That got me curios, so I waited for the night shift to come and I went to his cell. I knew other prisoners may suspect something if I was to enter, which is why I took him out and headed towards infirmary. Once there, he just took my hand, looked me in the eyes and, before I have the time to react, he pressed his lips on mine. I felt his breath accelerating and his heart beating next to mine for three seconds.
I now write this story from Mike’s computer, in his own house. We love each other and I am so grateful that I have the chance of experiencing feelings that I thought I would never encounter. This convinced me of one thing. There is no such thing as genders, when it comes to love. Love is all about commitment, honesty and respect and I share all these with Mike, just like any other couple. No one has the right to judge us and no one has the right to judge you. Yes, I have falling in love with a convicted criminal, but what can I do? I can’t change what I feel. I might as well enjoy the ride and be happy with who I am. This is what all of us can do.