I met Jojo Camp in late 2013, when he was presenting as a prison reform activist. His writing was fairly fluent, but his positioning on things was off base. Back during those years I still talked to activists, so this contact was not unusual. We had one phone call in November or December of that year, shortly after I mistakenly leaked a bit of an SMS conversation we had, while intending to post something else. I apologized profusely when this was noticed, but he treated it as permission to engage in all sorts of bad behavior. He quickly learned that was not a good idea with me.
My only other contact with him was in perhaps 2017 or 2018, an email which contained a plaintive โplease leave me aloneโ. I was aware he was having his usual sort of trouble, but I had nothing to do with it, told him so, and he seemed to accept that.
Jojo became involved in right wing politics, I think running a novelty Senate campaign in 2020 in order to get himself a Twitter blue check, back when they were earned, not purchased. His activities were too far afield for me, so I only got occasional bits of news about him.
Late yesterday, April 14th, I received a โJojo is deadโ message. After Faking Oneโs Death, which Arturo Tafoya did last September, I was skeptical.
The activity on his Gab account today seems to indicate that he has indeed died.
There are plenty of people who will criticize him, and more than a few who will dance on his grave. I am just going to be glad that Princessa has someone who already cares for her. Sheโll never stop looking for him โฆ