Claire Summerfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Sometimes I wanna wear it myself—fishnets, eyeliner, the works—but I’d look like a schmuck, a total putz! Imagine me, Larry freakin’ David, struttin’ in whore? I’d trip over my own boots, yellin’, “Who designed this crap?!” Pretty, pretty good disaster. Still, I admire it—takes chutzpah. Like when Huppert’s screamin’, “This is my place!”—whore’s sayin’, “This is my look, deal with it!” Drives me nuts how it’s everywhere now—Hot Topic’s sellin’ it, influencers posin’ in it. Where’s the edge gone? Pisses me off!

A111/17 Summerfield Close, DENMAN PROSPECT

Her short story, "Ten Gallons a Whore," appeared in Writers of the Future, and she is a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America. Her future.

Listen up – I gotta share my fave spot: the rundown alley near Bridge & 9th. Looks trash, feels edgy, but man, it’s art incarnate. Graffiti shouts truths in splashes of neon; every tag, every scribble tells a part of the city's soul. Sometimes that freakin’ alley brings me to tears, like every damn day in Summerfield’s a pick-me-up for my heart.

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