It was as if they knew about my struggles, and, increasingly, I came to believe that they did.Idrissa and Malik did little to hide their intimacy from me. Gay sex I can’t,” I cried out. “I didn’t want you to think I didn’t know and would worry about telling me, but the men aren’t priests and we are a tolerant sect. As I’d seen Malik doing with Idrissa earlier, I worried the urethra opening of my cock head with the pinky of one hand until it opened for me and gave me penetration. He’d said that it was a reality of his sect of the Liberal Catholic Church, a progressive, serving church that worked the streets of New Orleans–the soup kitchens and the food pantries, the addiction and AIDS clinics, and the counseling for the downtrodden and social victims. And it didn’t prevent him from coming to my cell in the night, lying beside me, and touching me intimately to evoke physical release and urging me to do the same with him.Release was good and necessary, he’d said.
