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.
Having a pretty bitchin day. Got fisted and had a crygasm, saw some friends, bullied a child on the bus for trying to make fun of my wife for their gender and told them I’d ruin them and then me and my wife went for a walk in the Jewish Cemetary and had some intense cuddles with the graveyard ghost cat that might have been my Bubbe’s spirit or someone who knows her and now I’m going to eat cheeseburgers with my babybears