Dear Rich, Episode #8

                                                                      March 27th, 2023

Dear Rich,

  “ when I’m stuck with a day, that’s gray and lonely, I just stick up my chin, and grin and say, oh; the sun will come out tomorrow…” I woke up, feeling a little down and really missing you, everyone and everything. I hid myself under my sheets and blanket, and whispered those words of that stupid, cheesy song from Annie again, and it worked. I got up and started writing you. 25 Days until court. I’m trying to stay as positive as ever.

  I just got a letter from my mom. It had a few more phone numbers so now I can add a few more people into my rotating phone calls. She’s trying to organize my visits this week on Wednesday and Friday. God bless my mom. Not too much of an eventful day today. Very mellow. Very.” Monday”. LOL. However, last night around “ lights out” time, which is usually somewhere between 11 PM and 11:45 PM, a couple guys from downstairs came up to the top-tier to perform pre-sleep rituals; i.e.brushing teeth, combing hair, going potty, etc. On the way down they stopped by my bunk because Nate,(bald head, and prominent eyebrows) was chatting with me about luxury cars, where he lived in Arizona, and whatever else. The guys that stop by or Telvis and Chris. I truly don’t know how, but we somehow stumbled upon the subject of the difference between being gay and being a “tranny”, or transgender, or a transsexual, or a transvestite to be politically correct. I had to explain the differences of each and what it meant to be each one, and how it differed from just being gay; how it differed from me. I’m still in shock at the lack of education and knowledge. These people still truly believe that it is a choice to be gay. So crazy to me. They were extremely respectful and really trying to understand as I was explaining and getting frustrated. I think I finally got through in my explanations and examples. Here’s to hoping at least two more people in this world have a better understanding of things and other peoples lifestyles. Perhaps another reason for my being placed here. I’m here to help.

  Speaking of helping, this afternoon, Sebastian, another regular, came by ‘Salon de Sean’ for his braiding appointment. 11 rows of Dutch cornrows. I seem to be climbing, higher and higher on the braiding tier. I literally cannot wait for the day that someone calls the salon, asking for cornrows. I need to try a few more different braids in style so I can add braiding to my business cards and Instagram page. I really really miss my Salon girls –ALL OF THEM. And Keith, too, of course. Especially my Beaches – Laura and Tori. I’m praying so so hard that we still get to take our annual Palm Springs girls trip together. “Poor Sproongs” I’ll definitely need a new bag for that. Lol.

  Well, all in all today has been a pretty doll depressing day, full of reminiscing and remembering. However, and the 11th hour, as it always seems to be, not one, but two new “J-Catts” got put into the dayroom. It I hope their activity is as active as the last one that was here. We’ll see how long either of these two last. The possibilities It I hope their activity is as active as the last one that was here. We’ll see how long either of these to last. The possibilities are endless. 

  I love you so much and I’m ready for it to already be tomorrow. A hundred kisses…XOXO 

I love you forever, 

Sean ❤️ POP TART