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(Sundog: 9/12/13)

Well, it’s been a year or three since my last Blog. Wanna guess why. That’s right. I wasn’t an inmate. So, Sundog here reporting everything that goes on inside the MCC Facility. I give you the scoop. The Low Down, the Secrets that only I can see.

Right now I’m a week into my reign here at MCC and yes I’m in A-Pad. Anyone who’s ever been to A-Pad knows it sucks.

I’ll just start from the beginning. A lot has stayed the same but a lot has changed. First, when you arrive shackled you go through a machine to see if you have anything hidden inside your body. Looks like a lot of taxpayers’ money went towards something that might actually be useful. Not sure if the laser in it is safe but I sure as hell am glad I didn’t have nothing in me or on me going through that machine.

Second, Commissary. They took out the fucking store.

That’s what’s up. I ACTUALLY enjoyed going to the store. Now they have outsourced the store to a company in Massachusetts. So, No Revenue goes to Maine. (AGAIN). What is wrong with that picture. Plus, all the products they carry are brands most of us are not acquainted with. But at least there is something. The whole set up is very stupid. Why does everything in the world need to be compromised.

If it’s not broke don’t fix it, (right.) So that’s the rant for this sessions. Bring back the store please.

I couldn’t be more pleased at How I am being treated. It seemed when I was here last time era 2010, no one paid much attention to me cause I was gay. They really Never mistreated me it was just cool to alienate me. But this time around. People (men) are really being nice to me and it’s good. I pose No threat to anyone and they See that. It’s not my first Rodeo.

I think a lot has to do with me being confident about what I am capable of doing. Standing up for what’s right.

During the Next 15 Months I’ll be writing the site and give you all an update on the change and to reach out to some penpals.

Rage, I hope you read this. I hope to get an awe-inspiring letter form you. I miss you and this time around it will be a different experience for me because you’re not here. I miss and love you, man.

To my followers and fans: WRITE ME

RAYMOND MUNSON 
MDOC# 83366
MAINE CORRECTIONAL CENTER
17 MALLISON FALLS RD
WINDHAM, ME 04062

I love you to my family and friends.

We pray for all of the men who have passed through our circle on their journey to the free world.

I’m not chief of the group; far from it.  I play the drum and sing.  I will not conduct a smudge because the evil sister insists on mixing the bowl.  I will instruct the guys on how to do it, but I will only burn a bowl that I mix mix myself.  It’s all good; they all want to do it anyway.

The librarian thing is the least I can do to protect Two Thunder’s and Rolling Thunder’s books.

We will be having a sweat lodge in mid-April.  “Quiet Thunder” is Cikte Petak in Passamaquoddy, pronounced “Cha-gid Bed-ag”; very  cool.  This will be my fourth sweat lodge, so I am getting a spirit name.  This will also be my last four day fast (4×4).

We have no crafts, now.  None.  The sister claims to have no time and no money for it (?)  That sucks for the new guys, but, it keeps the bead thieves at bay.

A-ho,

Quiet Thunder ~

Hey blog readers, it’s Sundog stil coming to you live at MCC, the kiddy camp for sex offenders.

It’s still unreal to me the special treatment they get. But my venting today is not about the skinners, it’s about another crazy roomate, well, cellmate. I come home today to find a message for me. It said, “I hate Faggots.” Yes in 2010 we still live in an insecure world. Fuckin hick named “Mike Monk” He is a lobstering fool. He is twenty-five years old with a girlfriend who looks like a man. He’s fuckin bipolar just like all the rest of them that I’ve roomed with. I have two months left. Maybe he’ll get a leg caught in a lobster trap and drown. Prejudice mother fucker. Why is haters still alive? Stop the fucking hate! I do not hate him, I loath him. I despise him! But I don’t hate him. Good luck buddy on the probation. Karma’s a bitch like I’ve said before. I strongly believe in “what comes around goes around” That goes for Mr. Back Stabber and all the ignorant workers of MCC. If you’re a bigot CO please go back to your little lives. Take a fuckin bus to the land of Fuck Yourself. I have to put up with COs making gay remarks. Not to me but standing directly beside me. Gotta have to say hey “Eclaire” lay off the free meds. I see you high all the time. Karma brings closure for me! You know, “eclaire” hasn’t been getting high any more, it was just in the summer.

Do you think they (the state workers) get drug tested? Probably not. Go away, bigots, the world doesn’t need your impure thoughts and racism anymore!

There’s always a rainbow after the rain.

Yours truly,

– Sundog

Hello everyone. It’s X-Ray again! It’s been about five weeks since my last blog. Have you ever loved anyone you haven’t met yet? I believe in love and that’s why I have a heart of gold. Ms. Cattia Bartlett is so amazing. Thank you so much Cattia for the pen pals. I appreciate it so much! MUAH! Time is better with some new friends. Thanks to you, I have three pen pals. I am eternally grateful.

So, my blog this time is about life. You meet certain people for a reason. Just like certain things happen for a reason. Should I say that maybe some higher spirit is directing me? I am so blessed knowing I have made true friendships in here at Windham Hilton County Club.

Meeting Rage was a complete surprise. I believe it was Fate. He has given me strength and courage. Sometimes if you can imagine someone like myself being a gay american in a person where you really don’t fit in because of peoples’ ignorances, then meeting a man who has crazy hair and totally outrageous insight to this world and what he has been given is amazing. I am totally thankful that Rage found some sayings for me.

Some quotes if you will. My favorite saying is “I ain’t no shampoo girl, I’m the real deal!” if this sounds familiar it’s because he got it from the movie Monster, where the charlizetheron throws herself into the gross role of the prostitute killer / lesbo. Such a scary movie! I could only watch it just once. Poor girl, poor life she lived. but that saying always was in the back of my head. I had forgotten it until I met Rage. Love that saying, “I ain’t no shampoo girl, I’m the real deal.” LOL.

And a complete funny joke about gay men, it’s, “What kind of tea don’t gays like? Cun-tea!” LMAO. Funny Shit. Little things amuse me.

Like, I think because I’ve finally accepted myself a weight has been lifted off. And being off the pot helps too. I’m much happier now five months in prison than I was on the outs, not grasping what my life was meant for and just the confusing cloud that everyone goes through. The stress of worrying what it is, my life should be like.

Now, I finally know the secret “acceptance” of yourself, and not judging. There is so much more to life than what I made it out to be. Another quote: “Get busy living or Get Busy dying!” So true! Hate depression but I do believe depression can be cured with love with friends and family and of all things, “acceptance” of one’s self. Like one  of my favorite movies says, “Don’t get mad – get even!” Happiness is the key. No one can take that away. I have totally been soul-searching in here. I’ve been using my time wisely. What I need to do now is leave commissary alone. LOL

I just want to say that it’s deff been an experience to spend a year with different roommates, “most of them crazy” a living sober life.

Love the clarity of it all.

And just something random – I friggin’ love Adam Lambert.

Little oh me spent a week in the hole. SEGREGATION – it’s for the birds. It’s a boring dungeon of a place. Thankfully I only spent a week. That was like a month ago when I amde the decision to hit a seven-foot mother fucker for referring to me as a fag one too many times. I never scratch or pull hair, I stand up for me. I love me!

Thanks everyone for reading. Thanks to my new pen pals. Cattia I don’t have your address so write me! XOXOXO – Thanks Lyssarian, send my card reading to me place.

Good thoughts!

X0x0,
– X-Ray
Raymond Munson
MDOC# 83366

I have to vent. I’ve got tons of questions on a touchy subject.

I’m sitting peacefully in my dorm room listening to the radio, when all of a sudden my celly walks in with not one but two different “Bibles” and quotes it for me about man sleeping with man are going to Hell in a Hand Basket.

I have now seen with my own eyes that at least two testaments give that false statement. First and foremost, I believe in the Lord, Jesus Christ. Fort two, he doesn’t judge me. I always ask for his forgiveness for my sins.

So, what am I missing? First of all, how many “versions” of the Bible are actually out there in 2010? I bet too many to count. I really would love some in sight on the gay issue! I believe in my heart that I am loved and protected by the Lord. What’s the truths? Everyone believes in something different. Why? How come?

Write to me people. I need some facts to debate with when someone especially who will not help me out here in jail. I know I believe in God! Love to hear any input!

xoxo Peace & Love,

– X-Ray
MDOC# 83366

Hello again, it’s X-Ray and it has been another exciting few weeks here at the Windham Resort Correctional Center for Panzies. I am ready to spill my guts out, ya know. Like the oil spill down south, only not so messy. Brace yourselves.

I had to get through Independence Day incarcerated behind Fences with Razors sticking out all over the place. Oh, yes, lucky lucky me to have missed all the festivities. No one wants to BBQ, swim, hang out with family. Not on the 4th of July. I was in Jail eating steak and potato salad. Yummo – not so much the jail part though. I keep wishing someone around here would put a pool in but it hasn’t happened.

Worst than all that stuff I was locked in a dorm with eighteen other guys there was no sex. None. Party poopers! Instead I’m surrounded by Rats! No, not the rodents, the lying bastards running up to the COs to tattle on you to get brownie points. It’s like really aren’t you Cocoon guys just a little to old for that shit? Their still acting like Caddy girls gossiping. Every chance they get. Quit foaming out the mouth fuckers and move on to bigger problems. Like the swimming pool for instance. Doesn’t anyone have a brain anymore? Stop ratting on each other it’s not cool and whoever said it was cool to rat was seriously disturbed. Fuckin brownie points. So sick of these Sally’s.

Sallys you ask, why I’ll tell you that. Last night I caught four straighties without shirts on shaving up each others eyebrows. Or the shaving of the whole body. Um, great hygiene for the outs but for a bunch of straight guys who gives a fuck? Then they tell me I wouldn’t last very long in a “Real Prison.” I said you’re absolutely right. I would have spent the 40 cents, gotten the fruit punch koolaid from commissary, smudged it on your cheeks “both ends” and had a field day of my own. Who are they to tell me I wouldn’t be accepted into a Federal Prison? I also said I would take their filthy word for it and I wouldn’t find out. No thanks.

Ok, back to my list of Crazies. The correctional officers. COs.

1. Sergeant Lesbian Bitchface. When an inmate such as myself comes to you about harassment especially being fellow family yourself, you don’t tell them they HAVE to deal with it or go to seg. WHAT A BITCH with a capital C.

2. Next is my favorite CO: Smith. He would be a psycho male mother fucker who locked me up for seven days in my room for receiving fat cakes from an old man. Fucking disgusting. He has the creepiest eyes I’ve ever seen. Scury, scury what a mess he is. Lol. Commissary fuckin’ Nazi. What ever happened to real crimes and contrabands. This pedi bull shit is for the birds! EGO CHECK SUCKA!!!

Some days are better than others and by the time you will be reading this I will be out of room restriction. YEAH ME! And back to tending the Luscious Gardens!

I’m happy nobody thinks I’m too crazy. I need a penpal. I have a friend named Vito who is getting out in less than a month after an eight year bid. I wrote to him ONLY like seven times. I know SHAME on me! Karma man. Sorry Vito. Someone pick  up a pen and write to me.

Until next blog,

Peace & love,

– X-Ray
Raymond D. Munson
MDOC# 83366

P.S. I just would like to say thank you to Rage’s daughter for forwarding these blogs to the computer! Much love! Xoxo – X-Ray

Joseph Poulin, MDOC# 2192

This is Joseph Poulin again. (Ladies, check out my MySpace page! I’m from Oakland, Maine.)

Well, I’m pissed off. One of the guys I eat dinner with at Chow Hall, “X-Ray,” Raymond Munson, is down at the home-confinement dorm (people being prepared for home confinement) and he is being so hated on by the other prisoners for being gay, it’s pissing me off! Those rednecks wrote a letter to the CO down there accusing him of being a snort. Any way, if there are any not-too-scary-marys out there in the Queer Nation, Ray could use your support. And Ladies – I too need love, is that so wrong?! Write me.

Sincerely, Joe Poulin, safe-cracker, embezzler, Tuba player.

– Joseph Poulin
MDOC# 2192

Hello, is there anyone out there? Remember me? It’s X-Ray from York County Country Club Jail of America. Well, I put that crazy question out to you all because of my loneliness I’m going through. I’m like a very beautiful Rose stuck inbetween Sixteen thorns, I live in the land of misfits and being normal is overrated. Well, to them. I’m one to sit back, smoke a joint, and watch a favorite movie or two. Instead, I have to listen to a bunch of middle-aged men bitch and complain daily about stupid things. Why, if these men are so tough and set in their ways, do they need to gossip? It’s like worse than my local salon. No kidding. Or worse: “High School!” Ewwww.

I’m stuck in this so-called jail / kidding camp resort for the next six months. It’s actually a great thing for people who have no brains and depend on food stamps. Yeah, it’s a total joke. We have a full size sandy volleyball game area, as soon as you step out the door. To your right, you have the horseshoe pit. And of course, a full size gym. The only thing we are missing is a swimming pool. Although I’ve put requests in for me. It’s very calming to know that someday I’m sure some idiot around here will probably but one in. Got to love the tax payers money going to good use!

I’m in a SCCP Dorm House with sixteen other men as I have mentioned. It’s a secure community confinement program. It’s basically a resort without family and booze. Fun times.

The food here is actually not bad. I can’t complain. I’ve managed to lose forty pounds on the stuff. I’m looking great. Feeling even better. Although I can’t seem to make any friends. So, I’ve put all my energy into walking three to four miles a day and working the body out in our state of the art gym. I’ve gots to do something to pass the time and talking about mudruns and nascar bub is not on my things to do list.

So, to be a little serious for a moment. Since I have had nothing, no booze or weed to hide my problems, I’m having to face them head on & alone. It’s scary when you go through such a change and have no one to trust. I’m not sure if I’m the loser for being here or if I’m in the running for the Biggest Loser. Trying to make an honest friend out of someone. Seems like I’ve def missed the boat on staying out of jail. Staying out of trouble. Hoping now I can redeem the help I need to make my life worth living.

So, I guess for the first time in my adult life, I’m finally dealing with my issues and problems SOBER. It’s very different. But necessary. I know that even though I’m doing this on my own, it will be worth it when I return to the public. Acceptance: a word I can’t get past. How my whole entire life has revolved around accepting myself and others accepting me. It’s been thirteen years since I came out of the closet and it seems like I’m back in it. Sometimes I feel ashamed and very worried. I’ll work on that!!!

I’m done pouting. I want to be funny again. OH, so I am a third baseman on our “softball team.” Yeah, go Dorm 3. I hit the ball and throw the ball and catch the ball, ummm yeah that’s that.

Last week, I planted four hundred flowers by hand. Four thirty-foot gardens. By HAND. When did men decide it’s too girly to help me out? Give me a break! I love them, it looks like a great big gay candy land of colorful flowers. Yeah, me! The one guy that did help me is Frankie! He is the resident guru.

It’s a game to see who can be the biggest hicks or the best jock, or the greatest geek. WTF. I’m trapped in a fucking bad High School Musical without the song & dance, lol! I have yet to find one honest person in here (I know it’s jail not Yale) But really, I act the sane way inside jail or outside jail. I don’t live like a shitbag, it’s just not in my cards.

The guys think they are even more cool ignoring me. Makes them feel manly. Makes me wonder about what’s really wrong with this picture. Yes, I’m talking about the hick men who bitch and complain daily like little school girls with pretty polka-dotted dresses. I landed here in this “savior program” three weeks ago. It is 100% better than York County. But then again, so would be Haiti.

So, let’s recap. I’m not gossiping, not ratting, not smelling and have lost forty pounds. I have a great tan, thanks to my walking ability I’ve had since birth. So, why am I not cool enough for guys I don’t like? Why do I need their acceptance? Why do I fight for acceptance? It’s very lonely going through these changes alone. I’m the only one that seems to think my life needs to change or I will be back. I’m 32 years young. And WTF do I want out of my life? Although it has been fun.

I want to rub Frankie’s head and make a wish. Ya right this is, “jail not Yale!” Just wish these men could take a program! Any suggestions?

I’m wishing and praying for an acceptance program or tolerance program for these meat heads. Sounds like I will even learn from it. Fuck the AA program. Um quitter!

I am missing my real friends and real family SO MUCH. I am thinking I am so glad to be given a chance to change my life. Happy, very happy. I never killed anyone while I was drinking and driving. “Lesson being learned.” Like all things, time will pass.

Finally to the one I have yet to meet as my life partner: Get ready for some lovin’.

Till next time, bloggers – Have a good one. Send me some good vibes!

From the MCC resort and tanning salon, MUAH…

– X-Ray!
Ray Munson
MDOC# 83366

P.S. Thanks Rage! Thanks to Lyssarian posting for me! xoxo

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