I was a Mad Hussy
8 min readOct 13, 2020
What taking off my clothes revealed —and it wasn’t my skin
It’s true. I was a Mad Hussy.
From my sky-high heels and lacy fishnet stockings to my silky black elbow-length gloves and red satin, black-feathered bustier — I was all Hussy. With a capital H. Photos of me, snapped by men and women, are probably immortalized all over Austin.
