Gianna Hickam Field Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

Hickam Field

Hey, remember that time I met bae in a dive bar? Drank too many, got silly on the way. But, oh well—life’s messy and fab. My mind wanders: "Do what you love, love what you do." Maybe that's Almodóvar, right?

ATSO/TCCC Relay