Freckles, freckles, and more freckles! Even with my hair is colored black right now, you can see that a leopard never changes its spots. I love having freckles. I love having milky white skin that is spotted. There are so many layers of them, I can get lost in looking at my own arms.

Not only do I like freckles aesthetically, but I like having freckles because they set me apart from others. It’s an instant conversation with some people. There is a kinship of sorts between us freckled skin folks, a willingness to compare freckles and talk about how they were terrible as a kid and great as a grown-up.

Tonight when I was at Nikki’s, we shot some video my freckles and me. Maybe one day we’ll find a market for it. In the meantime, here is a new shot of me in my collar.