Annie Danger wants your soul. Rather, she wants you to want it. To deeply, wildly lust for an ecstatic commitment to your ethics. To love ‘the people’ with a busty, gutteral fervour. She is a trans woman living in San Francisco, thinking of the desert.

[ID: Brightly coloured marker portrait of a naked person sitting on a chair, legs apart and ‘privates’ showing in a jumbled room with large-brimmed straw hat on long orange hair, handlebar moustache and handprint tattoo above breasts. One hand holds a guitar against a blue-booted leg and one arm is inside a large green Hulk fist, a plastic flamingo slides down one side and a bunny-like toy with a face like a paw sits on the other boot. The phrase “I can tell if I start I won’t be able to stop” is displayed down right]