Idk if this was a peculiarity of being in segregation due to being trans or not, but I doubt it because we had a whole unit of our own, where I was allowed to interact with other trans inmates during that allotted 1 hour.

We also got extremely hit or miss meals, where the “hit” was something like an occasional overcooked mystery meat casserole or baked beans + 4 little meatballs, and “miss” was potato salad and two slices of whole wheat bread.

My friends tried many many times to put money on my books but I just didn’t show up when you typed my SWIS ID into the app. Oh and if they had come anywhere near the rack bail the court set for me, YOU NEED AN ID TO BAIL SOMEONE OUT HA HA HA.

Supposedly one of the most progressive counties in AmeriKKKa.

Oh yeah and it’s against federal law to use Medicaid funds on incarcerated “people.” So I had to re enroll when I got out.