Sex on the Streets: Anna Kay: Non Fiction, #2

By Anna Kay

FROM GROUP: Written out as responses to questions

What did your aunt do that first night? Write honestly about it. Try to remember everything that went on, how you felt, anything else you think is pertinent.

It was the first night we were there. I don't know why we were there. She came into the bedroom I was in and had me get out of bed. She undressed me and told me she was getting me ready for bed properly, but all she did was undress me. She knelt before me as I was naked and started to go down on me. The door opened and my father stepped in and looked at her. He shook his head and she rose. He led her from the room.

I had the impression he and she were going to do what she had just started to do to me. No one said that, it was just the impression I had as a little kid. I got redressed and went back to bed.

The next morning she showed me how to please a woman. Her words. I have no idea how long it went on. Weeks, maybe a few months, maybe longer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Writerz
• Release date: Nov 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223631316

Book preview

SEX ON THE STREETS

Original Material Copyright © 2023 by Anna Kay and Writerz

All rights reserved, domestic and foreign

If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

No part of this book may be reproduced by any means, electronic, print, scanner or any other means and, or distributed without the publishers written permission, except those permissions that have been stated in this text. Permission is granted to use short sections of text in reviews or critiques in standard or electronic print.

Special permission is granted to copy and use this text in any word amount, or in its entirety, for study, or a study aid in any state, county or privately run facility: Including state prisons, county jails, mental institutions, drug programs, sex offender programs, AA, NA, or any program where the aim is to share experience to promote healthy change and progress in men and women.

LEGAL

This is not a work of fiction. Names have been withheld and changed to keep the focus on the Addiction and the Addict, not the person or persons. The story is true.

Table of Contents

Foreword

Early Memories

Next Earliest Memories

More

Texas

New York

My Neighborhood

The Streets

Prison

Almost Dead

Two Days later

Later

Update

Afterword

Foreword

Iwant to say a few things before we begin. I believe men and women that commit crimes should go to prison and do their time. Whether they are lawyers’ sons, Judges’ sons, or some dirt poor kid like me. I don't hate cops. I don't hate C.O.'s. I don't hate the judge or the prosecutor who put me inside. I don't hate authority, society and rules. I was just never sober or straight enough to see that clearly. Going to prison for ten years changed me. Saved me. I did not deserve a break because my life was hard, or because I was sexually abused, or because I spent a few years living on the streets.

There are depictions, explicit depictions of drug use, street life, sexual situations, alcoholism, prison life and more. I want you to understand that I wrote these situations as they were then. I do not believe now that drugs, prostitution, alcohol, promiscuity or anything else actually does anything for the pain that is buried inside many of us. It certainly doesn’t solve it. This was a different time too. This was a time, some of it early on, when a man could beat his wife and children and it was considered his business. If the cops were called in situations like that it was because of too much noise, not because they intended to do anything to the man. So when I write it, I am writing it from that perspective alone. I am not in any way endorsing or romanticizing it.

I wound up on the streets because at the age of 14 I was an alcoholic and a drug addict. I had been for several years. If that sounds impossible, it isn’t. When I hit the streets I found out I was not the only one, and not even in the worst of conditions that I could be in.

Lastly, this is not written to please anyone. I expect it would embarrass a few people in my family, maybe a few people who once knew me and think they probably still do know me. It was not written for people that committed crimes against myself and another family member that scarred us for life, although I want them to know, although we couldn't speak then we have now. It was written for women and girls who have become trapped in addictions, street life, crime, and are looking for a way out of that existence.

I have talked to many therapists, counselors, Psychiatrists, Psychologists, Correction Counselors, convicted women, Correctional officers, Police officers, Doctors, Nurses, Civilian D.O.C employees both in and out of prison, Judges, and I listened to the things they said to me. I took the advice and help they offered to me. I didn't do any of this on my own and you don't have to either.

Most of this is written in first person, but some is written in story form. Story form writing was a technique I learned that allows you to place some distance between yourself and painful events so you can gain clarity and be able to discuss or write them out.

In AA, they say that addictions will take you to hospitals, mental institutions and prisons. It's true. They will. I have been in all of those places because of my addictions. But addictions are not responsible for the life I lead entirely and certainly not responsible for the things I did. I may have used because I believe it solved problems, or to cover pain, but the decisions I made, I made because I wanted to make them, because I chose to make them.

I know those are hard words for some of you