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Captive GendersWANT it to come off, do you?” I said, “Not really.” The other inmatesscreamed, “Guess she showed you Captain.” Which made him even morefurious. He had two guards handcuff me and escort me to the infirmarywhere a nurse looked at all the medications that came with me from WilliamsonCounty Jail, which I paid for, and said “Well I’m not sure I’ll lethim have these,” referring to my hormone medications. The nurse hadALL my medications, except my Prozac depression medication, destroyedand I have been fighting ever since to get allowed to have access to takemy HRTs again. TDCJ has a policy #G-51.11 that allows for transsexualsto get them, but we are routinely denied GID and HRT treatments.That’s why there is such a high suicide rate among the transsexual womenin TDCJ, which is covered up. TDCJ has NO IDEA how many GBLTpeople they have locked up and they want to keep it that way. Becausewhat isn’t documented can’t come back to haunt them in a courtroom.Next, two guards take me to a shower and WATCH me take a shower,shave my body (my choice) and get dressed again. All the time makinglewd comments to each other about my tattoo. (Two colored roses on mybuttocks, red.) Then they handcuff me and escort me to “the punk tank”in AD. SEG. Where I was welcomed by other inmates in “SAFE KEEP-ING.” I was put in a cell by myself, but was able to talk to the others outthe bars on the front of the cells. But only if you are able to scream louderthan they can. My stay at Byrd Unit was another story, all its own, so I’llmove on.One day I was told to pack up, because I was on the chain to mymain unit assignment. I was handcuffed to a HUGE man that lead meinto the center of a bus crammed tight with about 80 other inmates. Inthe dark, on the long trip to the layover unit, the guy I was handcuffed towhispered something to the other inmates around us and the next thingI know, I was being forced to have oral sex with the man as the othersblocked the view of the guards. My gums started to bleed because I havea bad case of pyria, just as he ejaculated in my mouth. I spit it and theblood on to my sleeve, hoping I don’t catch anything. The sun starts tocome up, so I’m not forced to have sex with anyone else. Thank God forthat bit of mercy. We arrive at this ROBINSON hold over unit and a Sgtsees the blood on my shirt. He asks me in front of EVERYONE that wason the bus, “How did you get that blood on you?” I look around at alltheir stern warning faces and replied, “My gums bleed.” The Sgt looksat me, then them and says “Right.” He un-handcuffs me and puts me ina cell by myself for the night. Early in the morning, I’m loaded onto a212