I have heartbreaking news to share with the Flat Crotch Collective, the nullo community, and everyone who knew or followed @FrenchNullo. We have learned that he is no longer with us. He passed away on May 30th, 2026 at age 42. At this moment, the details around what happened are unclear. Out of respect for him, his loved ones, and the people closest to him, I am not going to share private information, links, legal names, or speculation. Please do the same. What I can say is this: he mattered and was so deeply loved. He was beautiful. He was warm. He was funny. He was open. He was kind in that rare way that reaches through a screen and makes another person feel less alone. He carried himself with a softness and confidence that meant something, especially in a world where people like us are so often misunderstood, fetishized, erased, or treated like we are impossible. FrenchNullo was not impossible. He was real. He was here. He was one of ours. For many people, he was not just an account or a body or a fantasy. He was a friend. Someone people talked to. Someone people hoped to meet. Someone who brought Paris, Lisbon, London, and this strange little international constellation of nullos, eunuchs, modified bodies, trans people, outsiders, seekers, lovers, and friends a little closer together. That matters more than I know how to say. In communities like ours, visibility is complicated. Many of us have had to build ourselves in secret, in fragments, through handles and DMs and careful trust. Many of us know what it means to feel alone in a body that the rest of the world does not know how to read. And then someone like him appears: bright, playful, honest, beautiful, openly himself. Someone who makes the world feel a little bigger. Someone who makes the path feel a little less lonely. That is a gift. And losing someone like that hurts in a way that is hard to explain to people outside this community. Because we are few. Because we find each other across borders and languages and time zones. Because sometimes one person’s courage becomes part of another person’s survival. Because a kind message, a flirt, a joke, a photo, a plan to meet someday, a simple moment of recognition can become proof that we are not alone. FrenchNullo gave people that proof. I am devastated that he is gone. I am devastated for everyone who loved him, everyone who was close to him, everyone who was still hoping to meet him, and everyone who is finding this out through a screen and feeling the floor drop out from under them. If you knew him, please share a memory if you feel able. If he made you feel seen, say that. If he made you laugh, say that. If he made your own body feel more possible, say that. If you loved him quietly from a distance, that counts too. Please grieve gently with each other. Please do not turn this into rumor. Please do not make his death into content. Let this be a place for love, memory, tenderness, and respect. Rest gently, beautiful @FrenchNullo. You were kind to me. You were loving. You were inviting when I was still new to this community and still finding my own place inside it. You told me I was welcome to come visit you anytime in your apartment in Paris. I don’t think I will ever forget that. It was such a simple thing, but it meant the world to me: welcome, without hesitation. Welcome, without needing to explain myself. Welcome, as one of us. Your visibility helped me discover my own truth. Seeing you live so openly, so beautifully, and so naturally as yourself helped make my own body and my own future feel possible. That is not a small gift. For people like us, visibility can be life-changing. Sometimes it is the difference between feeling like a private impossibility and realizing there is a real, breathing world where you can belong. You were part of that realization for me. You helped show me that this truth was not only something buried inside me. It was something I could name. Something I could move toward. Something I could choose and live myself. You helped people feel less alone in their bodies and in the world. You helped me feel less alone in mine. You were loved. You are loved. You will be missed more than words can hold. Rest in Power. 🖤

On a side note yesterday I introduced the movie JIM QUEEN to launch the celebration of our local Pride🌈. You MUST go see this movie if you have the opportunity!