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
I do my best, But I’m made of mistakes. Yes there are things I’m still quite sure of. I love you this hour This hour today And heaven will smell like the airport, but I may never get that proven So let’s not waste our time Thinking how that ain’t fair.
I’m an animal You’re an animal too.
just making sure everyone in the airport will see me cry
Kids, kids! Now you don’t have to wait for my painfully slow shipping or pay for the privilege of waiting!
Please reblog and spread the word. Let’s increase the exposure of all my lovely contributors, the FA message, and the likelihood that we can do this all over again this Autumn! (And by we I mean you and me!)
I have 2 months and then I’m outta uni and thrust into the big bad world. Also, probably back on tumblr. I can’t wait to hang out again, tumblr. Wish me luck.