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YEAH BABY, THE BIG HOUSE

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The big house

By Paco Prado

Sometimes you have to pay for your mistakes and no matter how careful you are you end up getting undeserved consequences for actions that are at best stupid. Such was my case when I was arrested while doing a show in Dallas. I was supposed to dance and strip down to a g-string. This was during a promotion tour for my 3rd film. The fucking cops came in the bar and arrested everyone there including me. They charged me with indecent exposure and lascivious behavior. But then when they went to the dressing room, they found a gun that did not belong to me and about 15 ounces of marijuana. This I knew belonged to one of the dancers. But guess what? I was charged with these counts as well.

Dancers who worked with me at the strip club. One of them was a druggie.

I had a very good lawyer, and for a while, after spending thousands of dollars, I thought I was just going to get away with probation. Instead, the asshole judge I got was one of these redneck types, a bigot and a well known Republican. He threw me in the can for six months. It is not surprising really. There are still inmates from the sixties, or hippie years, serving 30 year sentences and all they did was to be found transporting a couple of joints.

The problem was that this was my second arrest. The first one was during one of the movie premieres and this happened in Colorado. I was just given a fine and one of these speeches from a homophobic, goodie two shoes judge. I know that he threw the book at me because he knew I was a porn star. I questioned how he recognized me; obviously he had seen me in my films; the fucking hypocrite.

Prison is in fact a fight for survival, and the weaker inmates will be forced to perform sexual acts. It was an ordeal for a while for me. I had to do all these guys, give them blow jobs and get fucked without condoms. It is surprising I did not get some STD.

After becoming the prison fuck bag; I was then also “servicing” some of the more hardened criminals. The guards (3 of them) ignored my screams and eventually I found out why when I was being taken to the infirmary for treatment for a bleeding anus. While I was being transported, one of the guards took me into this broom closet away from the secured area and told me I had to fuck him or else. He had heard I had a very large cock and he was a bottom who got some of the more butch inmates to fuck him on a regular basis.

I was used and abused by the stronger jail population. To clarify what I mean, many of the weaker prisoners are sometimes expected to pay for protection from other inmates, or they join prison gangs to be safe.

According to the text, it would appear that the inmates actually have more control over their existence than I would have thought that they do. When I use this term, I mean it in the sense that the inmates use the system to their advantage, or at least those who know how to work the system. According to the text Behind the Convicts Eyes, p. 20, it describes the process in which inmates will actually manipulate the tests and clinical physicians to obtain medication in which they can then use to get “high” or sell for profit.

But then one of the inmates recognized me and told the others that I was a famous porn star. The difference then was like night and day. Suddenly I became a precious commodity. I was being bartered and passed around like a joint at a hippie party until I got to become this guy’s cell mate. He arranged it somehow with the prison guards to have me move into his cell. His intentions were clear: to have me all to himself. He would be free to partake of my body in any way he wanted, when he wanted. At least now I thought I would only have one guy to please instead of twenty or thirty. That for me was an improvement.

Another factor that changed my perspective on how inmates live within prison was the economy which surrounds their survival. This is focused primarily on “food, water, cigarettes and survival, also known as the basics of life.” The primary focus of inmates is based upon the inmate economy. Some of these issues include things such as being on a set budget. The text spoke of living on a set amount of $130.00 per month on average. This amount of money would be considered far below the poverty level in society but with the consideration that the inmates do not pay for housing or other expenses that people in the free society do, it would seem like it would be enough. For those who do have a limited amount of money, they use the bartering system. Bartering can be used to obtain almost anything that you need during your stay in prison. Some of the things that were traded were leather belts and buckles, tobacco, food and laundry services; but most importantly sexual favors.

One of the biggest pains in the ass when you are in prison is those impromptu inspections. They come into your cell and tear everything up, turn everything upside down looking for contraband, drugs or weapons. I was pretty much left untouched because I didn’t do drugs to begin with but they were still harassing me and there was this one guard who had the hots for me. Evidently he had heard from one of the inmates that I was a porn star and that I had a very large cock. That was what he needed to begin a very elaborate scheme to get me to have sex with him. We referred to him as officer Renton and I didn’t know what his first name was because it was not spelled out in his name tag; all it had was the initial “J”.

Actually the dude wasn’t bad looking and he had a very nice build. So, in one of the inspections, while the other guards were doing the searches Renton got me to accompany him to the infirmary with the excuse that he was going to do a body search on me. Go figure…he was by himself and I could have easily overtaken him. The searches can go on for hours so that he wasn’t worried about getting busted. It was the perfect situation and he knew it.

I was not all that fond of the guy because he was a little arrogant and kind of short. But other than that I figure I could give him a charity fuck and then I would get some favors from him. We got to the examining room and he ordered me to strip down. Then he told me to bend over and he did put on some gloves and invaded my pucker hole. I didn’t mind actually because I began to get hard.

One of the cute guards I made it with regularly

Renton: “turn around, open your mouth”

And he starts to look inside my mouth to see if I wasn’t hiding something there; but in the process he could clearly see that I was aroused and he was so close that the fucking son of a bitch when he stuck his fingers in my mouth he also grabbed my dick.

Renton: “That is a nice piece of meat Mr. Prado…I bet you can do some wonderful things with it”

I didn’t answer…I was waiting for him to make the first move and he did. He dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock.

The war on drugs is a hoax, a cruel joke. It resembles a lot the era when Prohibition of alcohol was the law of the land. We know it did not work then and there is no evidence that it is working now. What Prohibition brought us was a whole infrastructure of organized crime and the Mafia. Some of it still lingers today. I often wonder what would happen if some drugs were decriminalized in view of the fact that it constitutes a whole cottage industry where thousands and thousands of people make a living. I am not talking about the drug dealers; I am referring to the lawyers, judges and cops that are living like parasites off the drug arrests. I would dare say there would be hundreds of thousands of these judges, cops and lawyers out of work.

About a month and a half ago, I told my mom I was gay. The reaction I received from a catholic, Cuban, most stubborn, and ignorant woman fell none too short from what I expected. Her world, her view of her son, had crumbled. She held in her tears showing her inner strength. As she calmed down, she asked, "Why do you want to be like this?" I explained as best I could to a stubborn person, that being gay was an innate quality of my psychological, biological, and genetic makeup. I said, "It is not my choice." Who in their right mind chooses to be gay with all the prejudices, fears and violent acts directed toward gays by society? Therefore, one's gayness is not a choice. I am gay and so are a lot of others. As the world sees it, in some way or another that I have yet to understand, our sexual lifestyles not only determine what we are, but who we are as well. My mom and society see gay men and women as people who have same sex relationships. Society has decided that being gay is a sexual preference, one's sexual orientation, that he or she is a homosexual. Yet society does not apply the same logic for straight men and women. They do not consider themselves to have a sexual preference, but they do consider themselves to be heterosexual. Things are changing however and it is now the general consensus that homosexuality is indeed something you are born with.

Because of this demanding, heterosexual world, it is unacceptable to be open about it or even to be gay. In this case sexual preference would be appropriate, because after all, I do have the choice of who might be my partner. They become sexually active at a younger age and are more sexually active as adults. I for one do not prefer male to female; girls are not even an option to me, so my "preference" of males is inevitable. If it were a choice, that would mean some time ago, gays made the choice. Vice versa for straight men and women; "Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays (PFLAG) defines homosexuality as innate, and insists that the only choice a person has with regard to their sexuality is whether or not to act on an urge to express that feeling" (Ficera, Kim). Obviously gay men and women will more than likely lead homosexual lifestyles because it is innate to them. Since its not, the only choice most of society has is to continue to believe it is a choice so their condemnation is justified. Mountain View: Mayfield Publishing Company, 2000. People, however, do have control over who their sexual partners are, including straight men and women.

Let’s start with marijuana, illegal in the US since the 1920s, there are now almost 50,000 people incarcerated primarily due to possession of this plant. There are cancer patients who use the drug for pain relief, activists trying to legalize the drug, and the DEA agents who hunt and prosecute the offenders. Where exactly does America's supply of marijuana come from, and who's buying it? Whether or not you're a user, the arms race between the purveyors and the feds makes is fascinating. Considering pot is non-addictive and has been used since ancient times without a single case of anyone overdosing, it should becomes clear: that America's "War on Drugs" is overwhelmingly unjust and in need of reform. Not convinced? Check out the details for yourself.

Immigrants who sneak in from Mexico and Latin America to pick fruit are illegal yet, unbelievably, critical to the US economy. The story of how pornography became legal (thus ensuring the future success of the internet) and peep shows, dirty magazines, and adult theaters. These early champions of personal rights and free speech became the model for all the web-based smut we enjoy today.

But I have strayed from the story I was telling and went into a rant. The big house was one hell of a learning experience for me. It has been invaluable for me although I will admit I don’t want to go through that ever again.

That cell mate I had that arranged for me to move into his cell was gone. He got parole and got out a good three years earlier than anticipated. I was now left to my own devices and somewhat vulnerable. But again, the fact that I was famous did help some and even though the more hardened criminals who were tops wanted me it got to the point that they were afraid to make a move because then there would be at least a dozen or so bottoms that would just as soon tear his guts with a make-shift knife than being deprived of my cock up their asses. It was kind of an interesting symbiotic relationship.

The only time I really got in trouble and got beat up as a consequence of a jealous lover was when this queen put the moves on me and I was not really aware of the fact that she was private property. A more hardened inmate had her all to himself. She had to cater to his every sexual needs and he insisted she wore make up and women’s garments. But to me, being relatively new it didn’t matter who I fucked as long as I was left

alone. But her prison husband didn’t like it and he ambushed me in the exercise yard and beat me up…I am perfectly capable of defending myself and since I am a pretty big guy I can do so…I have muscles and strength but the son of a bitch caught me by surprise and before I could even react he had already rendered some very painful blows. I am glad he didn’t use some weapon or I wouldn’t be telling the story.

The thing was that as soon as he started to attack me there were eight of the bottoms that I fucked regularly and they went after him and beat him up. That kind of established a pecking order and from that day on until my release I had no more troubles.