FL-63 Jailhouse Queen

FOREWORD

Listen, more guys have turned gay in the tank than Havelock Ellis was able to catalogue in ten years of study… Maybe society’s going to do something—maybe families can visit and maybe a guy can go home to his own bed for the weekend… But they just nabbed a sheriff for trying to keep his prisoners straight… And what about us guys who were gay when we came in?

The unending rows of cells looked quite neat and unassuming, yet forbidding and stagnant at Gateway Prison. No outsider could ever guess that each cell held either one, two, and sometimes three, living, human beings. And no one could hope to understand that these males—7200 in all—had emotions, feelings, and the like, just as everyone else.

In this short slice of life, of the hundreds and thousands of people who have existed there, died there, lived and returned there, this documented novel shall deal with the inhabitants of Cells 1, 2, and 3. Call them prototypes if you like, for you won’t be half wrong—call them caged animals and you still won’t be mistaken—call them crude, degenerate misfits and you’ll be right—but, always remember, they’re human…