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.
How many times a day is everyone crying about how much they love their children? Like sometimes I gaze into Ezra’s eyes and just feel my heart ripping through my body and I think, “damn Jessica look at what your womb is capable of”