Two New Publications

11/5/20

I love seeing my name in print and in the past month two projects of mine have come to fruition. This makes me very much of the happy.

The first is “Basic Whichery”, a zine about the basics of Wicca for prisoners. In it I discuss the ethics of Wicca and how to practice Wicca when one has none of the ritual gear traditionally associated with witchcraft. It can be found in the zine library of PrisonerCorrespondenceProject.com

Also, just this month, On Time was released. Edited by Anthony S. Buoni and Alisha Costanzo, it is an anthology of speculative fiction short stories published by Transmundane Press that all have to deal with, you guessed it, time. The book itself is very well done and I am honored to have my story published along side all the other wonderful authors in it.

November is Novel Writing Month, so I invite all of you to first curl up with a good book and get inspired, then bust out the pen and paper and tell your own story.

Mother of a Birthday

5/9/21

Sharing a birthday with any holiday is the worst (December babies, I feel your pain). This year, my birthday perfectly lined up with Mother’s Day. Usually when this happens 1) I hide from the world all day because 2) I don’t get a birthday that year. Actually, If my birthday lands on that Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, or Monday I generally don’t get a birthday that year, meaning I only have a real chance at having a real birthday 2 out of every 7 years.

To say the least, it’s not fun.

This year was extra ironic. The first year I’m in a woman’s facility, surrounded by mothers, and my birthday is the day of. I was expecting to have my b-day completely neglected, mostly because in the men’s facilities my birthday was usually not something other people cared about and as a kid my birthday was secondary to Mother’s Day to the point where many years I didn’t have a birthday at all.
I had a birthday this year. I do love it when I’m wrong.

The people I’ve been getting to know here and hang out with every day (I hesitate to use the word “friends” just yet, trust issues and all that) made a concerted effort to make my birthday special. I started off the day telling them “Happy Mother’s Day” and they immediately replied “Happy Birthday.” This continued throughout the day as other people learned it was my birthday. (Something about my hopefully-future-friends telling people it’s my B-day)

During the yard period after lunch I was given a card, and a couple presents. And during the yard period after dinner there was cake. Like, honest to Dog cake! I have no idea how it was made, but it was sooooo good! Chocolate soda cake with peanut butter frosting in the middle and chocolate frosting on the outside. Yeah, it did’t survive the hour.

It’s been a long time since I felt cared for by anyone who is incarcerated and is not my significant other. John made my birthday special. TJ made my birthday special. I honestly can’t remember anyone in here who’s made my birthday special prior to that. Here’s the real kicker. These three women and one gender nonconforming person went out of their way to make me feel good today while missing their kids.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it lately, but… I am so glad to have been moved to WCCW. That’s all there is to it.

Trauma in Context

4/22/21

I’ve known for years that I am carrying a lot of trauma from living in the men’s prisons. It took leaving for me to realize just how badly.

This makes me think about the social construction of trauma. As long as a person remains in the context which their trauma first developed, it is a survival strategy. It is not until a person leaves that context, when their reactions to various stimuli no longer matches what is actually happening, that their reactions are considered a trauma response.

Now that I am in a woman’s facility, my survival strategies are no longer relevant. My head’s on a swivel, I’m jumping at every random noise, and I look like idiot. Because I’m no longer one of many doing these things, I’m the only one doing these things.

This has become even more obvious to me since I was assigned to work in the kitchen.

I started off on pots and pans, a job I’ve done multiple times over the years. As normal for me the banging of the pots, the dull roar of the kitchen behind me, people shouting over the sound of dinner being prepared for 600, all of these things triggered my PTSD as they normally do. But… I’m safe. No one is going to attack someone for no reason in this kitchen. Actually, (intellectually) I don’t believe anyone is going to attack anybody in this kitchen.

At the end of the first week I was offered a job putting together the carts for IMU, the hospital, and etc. Normally, I wouldn’t accept a position like this. It’s a more isolated area, less staff supervision, and a small group of inmates. In the men’s prison a spot like that would be a prime place for me to be attacked, but here, not so much. So I took the job, and now I’m struggling. Thus far, I don’t think my coworkers have noticed how often I have to take a deep breath and reorient myself. They just think I’m a bit ditzy for the first part of the day. Usually by the end of our shift I’ve gotten a handle on it, but the next day I have to start all over.

Intellectually, I know I am safe. I can’t seem to convince my emotional mind of that.

My context has changed. I am surrounded by different humans with different values than the humans I was surrounded by when I first developed the survival strategies of: Turn while tucking my chin when I hear a loud noise, because I don’t know if someone just grabbed a pan to attack with. Keep track of where people are in my immediate area, so I know when they are getting close to me. If I’m on break, sit with my back to the wall, or remain standing, or not sit in the middle of the break area. And those are just the ones I’m consciously aware of. Here, those same behaviors are strange and create distance between me and my coworkers and impact my ability to be a part of the social landscape.

I know I’m safe, but it will be a long time til I KNOW I’m safe.

Fake News About WCCW

4/21/21

My time at WCCW has been very enlightening for me. Partly from learning the culture here, partly from learning girl world skills, but mostly from observing the difference between the way WCCW was presented to me before I moved here and the reality I’ve found now that I’m here. Most of the difference between these two things is very much so based in sexism. So I’d like to take some time to debunk some of these myths, lies, and horrible stereotypes.

People have continuously insisted that women gossip more than men, including the Sgt who greeted me when I first arrived here. This is false.

Gossip is no worse in the woman’s prison than the men’s. Everyone gossips about everyone in both to the same degree. People nose into other people’s business for no good reason to the same amount. The only real difference is that the women are more creative and personalized with their gossip. Which makes it have a greater psychological impact. Whereas, there is a set of about a dozen or so generic rumors which get recycled in the men’s prison and applied to a specific person or situation. Which gets kinda boring once you know how to spot them all and their variants.

This is sexist because it assumes women talk about nothing while men are stoic or some such nonsense.

I had many people, mostly DOC staff, insisting that there is just as much transphobia in the woman’s prison as there is in the men’s. This is false.

To fully explain this I need to unpack something first. Just as there is a difference between homophobia and transphobia, there is a difference between transphobia and (what I am calling) masc-phobia/femme-phobia. Each of these are distinct categories of discrimination and the way they interact with an individual’s identities/positionalities dictates how that person may be impacted.

The men’s prison is horrific when it comes to both femme-phobia and transphobia. The sheer amount of hate that is directed at TGNC people is overwhelming, and the amount of bullying directed at anyone who displays femininity (including effeminate cis men) is just brutal. At WCCW there is some transphobia, but it is not nearly as bad and is limited to a few individuals. What WCCW does have is an extremely entrenched case of masc-phobia. People here are highly reactive to displays of masculinity. If a person is perceived as possessing masculinity they are subject to gossip, social exclusion, bullying, and being snitched on. Granted, while this has very little to do with one’s trans status, it overwhelmingly impacts trans people.

I was also asked what I would do if the women here wanted to beat me up. This is false to a hilarious degree. I spent a month and a half in the closed custody and I did not witness a single fight. Furthermore, I have not been threatened with physical harm by a single person, even when I had one person screaming transphobic things in my face. I have witnessed other women threaten each other, but no physical violence has resulted from those arguments the entire time I’ve been here.

The assumption that I would be attacked when I got here is based in transphobia. The assumption being that I am not a “real” woman and therefore would be rejected by women here and expelled from women’s space with violence.

I had many men asking me about what I would do if the women here pressured me for sex before I left the men’s prison. This has not happened at all. I had a couple people express interest in becoming a couple and I turned each of them down. I’ve remained friends with one, and the other is someone I don’t hang out with, but we still say “hi” on the way to chow and yard. It was absolutely not a big deal. This is sexist because the men asking this were engaging in toxic masculine fantasies which are in no way shape or form connected to reality. This is based in the whore-madonna double blind, the assumption being that any woman who engages in any type of romantic relationship in prison must be sexually depraved.

And the last myth is by far the most sexist. No, the kitchen does not cut up hot dogs, carrots, and other similarly shaped foods before serving. This is also based in the same whore-madonna as the previous item.

In short, from this list I conclude for the billionth time. Men are gross. Sexism is bullshit.

There are other things which are different and aren’t based in sexism, or are different and I simply had no knowledge of prior to coming here.

At WCCW we get combination locks for our lockers. In the men’s prison we don’t get combo locks or lockers. Instead there are shelves in the cell to store one’s stuff, or everything is in cardboard boxes under the bed. When I told this to my roomie here she immediately asked “how do men keep from getting robbed when they have a bad roommate?” My reply: “Violence.”

In the summer when it’s hot, in the men’s prison people are allowed to just sit around in their cells in their underwear. I would sit around in my shorts and a sports bra all the time. At WCCW we are not allowed to do the same. T-shirt and shorts are the minimum amount of clothing one has to always wear, including in the cell, even in the summer.

There is not more solidarity among the women here. In fact, there is a (false) perception that the men get more stuff than the women because (allegedly) the men have more solidarity. It’s probably the most ridiculous case of “the grass is greener on the other side” I’ve ever seen on the part of both the men and the women. There is an equal amount of back-biting and crab-bucket syndrome on both sides of the gender divide.

WCCW still has a cosmetology class where we can get real haircuts. The last barber shop in any of the men’s facilities was shut down years ago.

WCCW only gets half of the channels available on our cable package because the facility’s (still analog) cable system can’t handle any more than 30 channels. Most men’s facilities have between 60 – 100 channels.

Social Norms at WCCW, a Pragmatic Take

3/24/21

Previously, I have written about what WCCW is like from a storytelling perspective of what my experience has been, and from an anthropological perspective close reading the things I see around me. I’m realizing, this may be interesting to a few people, but probably isn’t going to help someone settle in here. So now I will try to put together a straight forward list of do’s and don’ts for navigating the social landscape here.

First is the big three. This is the advice that I’ve gotten from a bunch of different people in response to the question: “What are the primary mistakes new people make here?”

1) Don’t get into a romantic relationship, especially not at first. It’s a trap. Anyone who will be willing to hook up with you super quick like that is probably not anyone you want to be intimate with. Two broken people cannot make a whole healthy relationship.

2) Don’t get dragged into the drama, gossip and BS. It’s borrowing trouble.

3) Don’t piss off, annoy, or otherwise aggravate the cops for no good reason. And being angry because a cop told you “no” is not a good reason! All it does is put you on the radar and get you in trouble. Because yes, they will find excuses to give you BS infractions.

The following are some of my observations:

+ Don’t worry if people don’t approach you at first. That’s alright. There will be plenty of time to get to know people later. There is no reason to impose on people in trying to get to know them.

+ Don’t try and be everyone’s friend. Keep you’re social circle small. A few people you can trust is necessary to fitting in, but trying to be a social butterfly will end in having a bunch of people messing with you and making your life miserable. It will also, most likely, cause you to fall in with the trouble maker crowd.

+ If people are gossiping about you, and they haven’t said anything to your face, it’s best to just pretend they didn’t say anything at all. Then if someone asks you how you feel about being gossiped about, point out that “if someone is too chicken-shit to say it to my face, why should I care?” The gossip will die down in a week or so. And yes, new people always get gossiped about.

+ Listening to stories even when you don’t quite understand where they are going is important. The point is the interaction, not necessarily the content of the story.

+ Don’t pee in the shower. Just don’t. It’s gross. If you do, own it, apologize, and spray the shower with pink disinfectant spray.

+ Do take your hair out of the shower drain when you’re done. The showers here are really nice, let’s keep them that way.

+ Do a single 20 minute phone call at a time. Calling twice in a row is called “double dialing” and is considered rude. You can try calling a number 2-3 times, but once you get through have your one phone call, get off the phone, and go to the back of the line.

+ Make sure you keep track of where you are in the phone line and make sure other people know where you are in the phone line. It can get pretty hectic, especially in the evening. In the morning there’s much less competition for the phone. Keep in mind that over half the women in WCCW have kids, and you do not want to be seen as getting in the way of a mother talking to her child.

+ Don’t try and wear your clothes super tight or cake on your makeup. It will make you look thirsty, despo and kinda sad.

+ If a pair of people are obviously a couple, don’t try and hang out with them unless specifically invited right then. You’ll be seen as a creepy-weird third wheel, nobody wants that. And being invited once does not mean you are welcome in the future.

+ If a couple is making out (or more) just pretend you didn’t see nothing. Leave them to their pleasure and don’t get dragged in to the drama.

+ If a couple gets in an argument, don’t do anything that could be construed as picking sides or trying to “steal” one of them. It’s okay to check with each of them and make sure they’re okay, but you don’t want to be dragged into their drama.

+ Don’t hit on people. Don’t advertise interest in sex. If you are looking for a relationship, just be friends with people first. If they are interested in more than friendship they will bring it up. Casual hook ups seem to be very rare here. And after a while of being here, the way this is done will make sense. The most important part is not imposing on people. I’m not sure how to describe it beyond that.

+ Don’t look into people’s cells. Even if you are a unit porter and are cleaning cell door handles or windows. People have very little privacy in prison so try and give others what privacy you can.

+ Knock and slowly count to five before opening any bathroom or shower door.

+ If you borrow something, pay it back. If you say you’ll do something, follow through. The hit your social standing will take if you don’t will make navigating things here difficult.

+ When you make deals with people, don’t give them something and expect to be paid later (or vice versa). Exchange goods at the same time whenever possible. It will make your life simpler.

+ When you have multiple issues that you need to raise with one staff member, prioritize your issues then present them one or two at a time. If you ask for a bunch of stuff at once you will end up getting nothing.

+ If you have conflict with another person (whether inmate or staff) and the day-room gets shut down, people will blame you for getting day-room canceled and your reputation will suffer. So when you have conflict, make sure it doesn’t get out of hand and it doesn’t get too loud.

The next few are specific to trans people.

+ Words like dude, man, and bro are gender neutral. This is how cis women talk to each other so don’t get bent out of shape about it. You’ll just look like an oversensitive idiot.

+ Moving like a girl is more important than looking like a girl for being accepted. Patterns of movement like walking, sitting, standing, social spacing, the way one puts on or takes off a sweater or jacket, the way one eats, non-verbal cues/gestures, all matter more than appearance.

+ When someone misgenders you, it is best to give a gentle correction. Most of the people here mean well, and the ones who don’t aren’t worth hanging out with in the first place. I recommend saying the word “ouch” followed by a reminder of what your preferred pronouns are. By not making a big deal out of it, but still articulating it, other people will (eventually) start doing the correcting for you.

+ If you have passing privilege and/or pretty privilege, then you’ll be accepted far more quickly than otherwise. If you don’t have them then you will have to work on having a “great personality.” Yes it is messed up and no I don’t like it. But them’s the breaks. Hopefully we can get that to be different in the future

+ Deal with your toxic masculinity. And yes, anyone who was socialized male has some. Particularly in regards to communication style and negotiation of space.
– Don’t sexualize people or things.
– Don’t stare at people.
– Don’t impose on people.
– Don’t man-splaine stuff.
– Don’t assume you are entitled to anything. Trust me, you’re not.
– Don’t draw attention to your crotch/genitals by way of comment, gesture or posture.
– Don’t use your “man voice” in ways (to scare) or places (bathroom/shower) which can make people uncomfortable.
– Don’t be a “close talker” or loom.
– Don’t act like you’re in charge. You’re not.
– Don’t turn things into a pissing match for no damn reason. There’s better ways to handle conflict.
– And most importantly, respect a “no.” Doesn’t matter if it’s a soft no, couched in politeness, or a sudden subject change. It’s still a no.

Covid Update

4/27/21

As I’ve said before, the difference between the men’s and woman’s facilities when it comes to covid response is night and day.

Currently there have been some positive cases at Mission Creek. All ten people who have tested positive have been moved to WCCW for treatment. The people who are sick are being housed in the chapel, which has been converted to a field hospital. And the people who are asymptomatic are being housed in the IMU.

What could have potentially been a disaster, has been stopped in it’s tracks, at least, as of this writing.

On the better news side of things, the vaccine distribution is going very well here. every morning a dozen people are on the callout for medical to get their shot, and once a week a large group of people are on the callout for the gym where they do mass vaccination.

Just this morning I got my second dose.

Annoying, because of the increasing number of vaccinated incarcerated people, the c/o’s have resumed room and cell searches. However, they still are insisting on cohorting and not allowing school or clubs to meet. So basically, since things are going well, we are getting the oppression without the resilience to go with it.

Covid Update

4/27/21

As I’ve said before, the difference between the men’s and woman’s facilities when it comes to covid response is night and day.

Currently there have been some positive cases at Mission Creek. All ten people who have tested positive have been moved to WCCW for treatment. The people who are sick are being housed in the chapel, which has been converted to a field hospital. And the people who are asymptomatic are being housed in the IMU.

What could have potentially been a disaster, has been stopped in it’s tracks, at least, as of this writing.

On the better news side of things, the vaccine distribution is going very well here. every morning a dozen people are on the callout for medical to get their shot, and once a week a large group of people are on the callout for the gym where they do mass vaccination.

Just this morning I got my second dose.

Annoying, because of the increasing number of vaccinated incarcerated people, the c/o’s have resumed room and cell searches. However, they still are insisting on cohorting and not allowing school or clubs to meet. So basically, since things are going well, we are getting the oppression without the resilience to go with it.

The Importance of Talismans

3/28/21

A talisman is an item of personal or spiritual importance which provides protection, balance, and/or focus to the barrier. This can be accomplished by many different means, through symbolic connections of ritual magick, through reminders of important memories, or through the evoking of a connection to the divine, one’s community, or oneself. The more of these which are covered by a talisman, the more powerful it is.

One of the ways I cope with the alienating nature of prison is to intentionally understand the talismanic nature of everything I have. Some things I don’t like the symbology of, like my state issue glasses, but there is value in understanding how the metaphor value of things affects me.

For example…
The pentacle is an important symbol of faith to Wiccans. Each of the points corresponds to and element. The top point is Spirit, and the lower four points are (clockwise from the top) Air, Fire, Earth, and Water. This symbolizes the inherent laws and the natural forces of the universe all in balance and in their proper place. It also symbolizes the human form, the top point being the head, the other four being the arms and legs, and the pentagon in the middle being the torso. It connects the human form to our place in the cosmos and our ability to shape and co-create each moment as it passes. Then, when we add the importance of gifting, a pentacle which has been gifted becomes an important connection to one’s community as well.

It has been nearly two years since the last time I had a pentacle necklace.

My old necklace was a collection of irreplaceable gifts. The star was carved from black walnut and given to me in Walla Walla by another inmate. It had two flecks of amber on each side of it which were given to me by another inmate at WSR. Finally the chain was was given to me by the only person who’s stuck with me my entire incarceration. His wife, Melissa, got in touch with me when I was in county jail and has since passed. That necklace was stolen by the c/o’s who did my cell pack out at WSR when I was separated from John. Before that, my first pentacle was given to me upon completion of my year and a day of dedicate and my initiation to Wicca.

Thankfully, I was recently given a new pentacle by Syan (for which I am very grateful). My new pentacle reconnects me to the old ones and allows me to keep those lessons, memories, and symbolic connections in the forefront of my mind. Having a pentacle helps me to maintain a space of peace within myself and increases my Joy. It helps me to skillfully co-create each moment.

This is the importance of talismans.

Yet More Covid Stuff, Hopefully Leading to Less Covid Stuff

3/26/21

Today I was on the receiving end of a mild stabbing for the greater good. Wait, wait, let me rephrase that. Today I got my first dose of the Moderna vaccine.

On March 24th incarcerated people in Washington state all became eligible for vaccination as per Governor Inslee’s Covid vaccination schedule. This prompted the WA DOC medical to put out a memo stating that the Moderna and the Jonson and Johnson vaccines are being maybe available to incarcerated people and we will have our pick of which of the two vaccines we want to receive.

I immediately put in a kite asking to be given whatever vaccine thy happened to have on hand, and today that kite was answered. I swear, it has to be a record for the fastest reply to a kite I’ve ever gotten.

Apparently, someone else turned down their dose of Moderna today, and the nurse just happened to see my kite a few minutes later, so she had me called down to the clinic special so that I could be given the dose which someone else had refused. I was the last one to get the shot today and I was given the last shot of that shipment of vaccine.

After I was given the shot, the nurse gave me an egg timer set for 15 minutes and had me sit on a bench which is highly visible to the nurses’ station. After that they had me spend another 20 minutes in the medical holding tank / waiting room before letting me go back to my unit. I was hoping this meant there was a chance the shot would make me go full mutant with tentacles and gills. I mean, the vaccine was developed kinda fast right? Sadly, no such luck. No negative side effects or mutations. Just a soreness in my left arm which has already faded and a sense of mild boredom.

You’d think I’d feel some sort of excitement or relief or something. I’m doing my part to protect people with various heath problems and finally be free of all the restrictions and lockdowns. But I don’t. Going to medical is an inherently alienating experience and no amount of purposeful intention behind my choices changes that. I’m do-gooder-ing but I don’t have any feeling of magic to it.

I’ll be going back for my second dose on April 23rd. Hopefully between now and then I won’t get any negative side effects. Who knows, maybe it will make me grow a pair of giant butterfly wings and it’s just taking a while. I’d be ok with that.

Washington Supreme Court, Bartholomew Decision (No. 96772-5 Consolidated With No. 96773-3)

3/20/21

This has me completely freaking out. For years I have seen case after case, law after law, be ruled on or be passed which addresses people being sentenced to long stretches of time when they are very young. But all of these have had one of two exceptions which made them not apply to me. Either, they have not applied to people with first degree aggravated murder, or they have not applied to people who were 18 or older when they were charged. Each time one of these have come out, I’ve freaked out with happiness, then become depressed once I learned the truth of the matter.

This one, however, seems to be the real thing. So I’m putting this request out there to all of you. This does not just affect me.

Please help.

If you know of an attorney or nonprofit who is interested in helping incarcerated people who were sentenced to Buck Rodgers time when they were under 20 years old file a PRP for re-sentencing and/or help with arguing for a reduced sentence at the re-sentencing hearing, please send me their contact info.

I cannot stress how much of a game changer this is for those of us who have long since squared ourselves with dying in prison. It is every bit as hard to then revise that understanding. I may not die in prison. It’s gonna take me a while to wrap my mind around that.

In the mean time, I can’t afford to wait til I’ve processed all my feels around this before putting in for it. The Washington State Supreme Court may not have put a time bar on it, but there is always another case coming down the pipeline that may shut it down. Time, as never before, is the enemy.

At the same time I am freaking out about this amazing news, there are many people now sitting in the place I’ve been stuck in for years. People arrested at 21, sentenced to a massive amount of time, and just barely missed by this case. I don’t know what can be done to support them beyond asking people to get involved. Write an email to a Washington state elected official. Picket he Washington State Supreme Courthouse when the next case that may help them comes up. If you have stability in your life, find yourself an incarcerated pen pal with Buck Rodgers time, write them on the regular, and send them like 10 to 20 bucks a month. If you’re an attorney, take a few cases pro bono each year.

Incarceration is debilitating and these are things that we literally can’t do for ourselves.

Roomie Ruminations

3/7/21

I think the only thing worse than a bad roomie, is a ghost roomie. When I first got to CCU (WCCW’s closed custody) and I went to the cell I’d been assigned, there was somebody else assigned to the top bunk, her property on the desk and shelves, her pictures on the wall. Looking at what she’d left out (because I’m not gonna snoop but of course I’m curious) she seemed alright. Bible open to Psalms on her bed. Native art, pictures of horses, elephants, and people on the wall. She didn’t have much beyond a few books and her scrap-booking stuff. She’d obviously been in prison for a relatively short amount of time.

As her absence dragged on, I assumed she was at work. Later that evening, I decided to ask some questions at dayroom. My roomie had just had a major psychological breakdown the day before and was in the COA (Close Observational Area or suicide watch). Furthermore, (according to the rumor mill) she has a special hate of LGBTQ people and is very unstable.

Not wanting to panic, I decided to talk to the Sgt the next morning and figure out what was going on. The conversation went roughly as I would expect. He assured me that he had looked at both of our files and matched us because “you’re both very quiet and you shouldn’t pay any mind to the gossip.”
“So I shouldn’t be worried about her having been in COA for the last two days?”
“Wait, she’s not in there with you?”
“Nope.”

He then began manically looking things up on his computer. “When did she fall off my roster?” He asked himself, inspiring great confidence.

The next day, c/o’s came and packed out all her stuff. I felt a relief. Yes, people can be cruel, and a lack of popularity can easily lead to nasty rumors, but the sheer amount of people who warned me about her and all of them having the exact same story made me more than a little worried.

A week later she came back and was (thankfully) assigned to a different cell. She is every bit as terrible as people claimed. She’s done nothing but argue and yell at people in the dayroom. Occasionally I can hear her scream at her roomie. And today she went out of her way to yell transphobic slurs at me.

I have no way to know if the Sgt legitimately thought we would be good roomies, or if he put us together because he knew she would be a terrible person to live with. This is exactly what I’m used to. Whether it’s because the Sgt is incompetent or transphobic, I don’t trust him to give me a roomie I can actually live with for the next couple months til I’m moved to medium custody and all “courtesy moves” have been suspended here as a part of their covid response.

In short, this is gonna suck.