Toilet paper and other things I lacked in prison
February 6, 2019 1:20 PM Subscribe
In New York prisons, we got five rolls of single-ply per month. Which I'm sure is adequate if you're a dude. If you're a woman, it's only enough to remind you that you to feel like an eff-up. You learned to lock up your toilet paper in your locker and never bring the whole thing to the bathroom — lest you get toilet paper-jacked en route. (It is prison after all — some of your friends may have a history of jacking people.) You can't just nicely ask for more — they say they're not supposed to give it to you. So you beg, you plead. Once, I heard a woman offer sexual favors. For toilet paper. An essay by Keri Blakinger.
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