I'm Jessica Luxery. I'm a high-femme fatty who bleeds glitter and kittens in lace bonnets. I was born on a bed of frosting, with a can of hairspray and a jug of blush, to a young (but legal!) Elizabeth Taylor and your Lord and Savior: Freddie Mercury. My blouses are too low, my hair too high, but my heart is in the just right place. I talk about self acceptance, being queer, examining my whiteness, loving and worshipping my femininity and dreaming big.
some days you’re just going about life without a care in the world when residual trauma just hits you square between the eyes and you’re crying until you have a migraine, then you’re buying a gallon of milk in a short skirt with no panties on just so you can go home and avoid your chores because all you can really handle right now is deep conditioning and frying up weiners.
Mark I’m using Queen Helene and it reeks but I sort of love it
It used to be when I was sad, you’d be sad with me and then we’d laugh about cargo pants or how gross men are and feel better but now I’m sad and I can only go through old messages and pretend you’re still here
j.bee posted a comic about mark aguhar that touched on many of the conversations i have heard discussed since mark’s death - how to mourn someone you didn’t “know” (“know” being a very nebulous word when dealing with an internet culture that has frequently been called and characterized as “oversharing” - whatever that means), public discourse concerning suicide (v murder), how to remember people, how to commemorate people, how art created by/for/about can be sensationalist, how to talk about how death (in general, and specifically mark’s) make us feel (the question about how that matters, does it matter)
j.bee told me that my post that said “lets keep reblogging mark” inspired her comic and we discussed how we see less of mark’s work reblogged and what that means, if it means anything.
as usual, more questions than answers becuase there is no answer. i am just reminded that there is no answer and at least a million questions.