jess pinkham

July 2, 2022: A boyfriend once pointed out that I have an odd propensity for dark material when feverish; I know my own impulse to reach for memoirs when mired in existential despair. I, thusly, have a few queued up for this summer, to which I just added Flea. One of my favorite people is considering getting a YOLO tattoo, and we're been creating a list of YOLO icons. Flea was an immediate point of consensus. I'm both watching a substantive number of cismen seemingly drop out of my life, and admitting my own impulse to hold the really dear ones even closer. Flea seems, to me, to contain real integrity. He got a postcard with a photo of one I'm increasingly questioning, thanking him for being a distant foil. (Photo by Ryan Pfluger)