He knew that I was gay, and did not let that bother him at all. The Mexican invited me to sit at his table for meals, and spoke at length about his ideas for using satellites for scientific purposes.
The only people who were cordial to me were a Mexican man, and a man from El Salvador who sold me a used sweatshirt. They were not friendly when I first went in. When I went into the housing unit of about forty men, I was put into a four-man cell. That was OK to me, since I had no intention of going back into the closet. Everyone had heard about my case before I got there. When I went into prison I did not attempt to hide about myself, but that would have been impossible anyway, since they knew from the moment I arrived that I was gay. For many years I had lived as an openly gay man in a big city, so I was used to being open about my sexuality. When I was imprisoned in 2012, I had no idea what to expect, since I had never been arrested before.