LEXUS BRADBURY UNCOVERED (Part I)
Hey there people, and welcome to our latest blog, we hope everyone's well. We've been incredibly busy with the company launch recently, which was on the 14th of February. It's great to finally get things moving, and a really exciting time to be involved in the project.
We've something very special for you this week.
This week, I got to sit down with the founder of Muddy Pawz Productions for an entire day, and pick her brains on her vision for the company, and the direction she wants to take it.
When it comes to transsexualism and the adult movie scene, very few names stand out as iconic as she was at the peak of her career. Many of you will already be familiar with her, but if you're not, I'd like to introduce you to Lexus Bradbury.
There were always plenty of models to choose from in the industry, but Lexus Bradbury brought attitude with her content, at a time the community needed it. Her impact on the community is still felt to this day. Having a fifteen year career and counting, is a testament to her ability to stay relevant, and reinvent herself.
Trans women are often targets of hate from the general public. Lexy never folded to it. I can remember scrolling down my Twitter feed, and seeing her debating and destroying anyone that stood against her identity, she was fearless. Being a model is one thing, but using your platform to stand up for a community is next level. A real trailblazer and a game changing badass !!
At the time of this article, she sports multiple award nominations for her work, spanning over fifteen years in the both the trans community, and the adult industry.
So, without further ado, here's Part I of my Interview with Lexus Bradbury by James Cox.
Thank you so much for you kind words, you know me Lexy, always got your back mate.
So I'd like to start at the beginning. So where do you come from originally ?
Originally I'm from a dirty old town in the North West of England called Oldham. I lived there for about twenty four years in total. I grew up on a little countryside type estate called Sholver. I haven't been back for many years, but it used to be rough. It's a shame I had to leave really. I loved Oldham, it was like a mother to me, but it didn't love me back in the end.
How did you come up with the name Lexus Bradbury ?
I've always liked the cars and branding on them. Sleek, classy, expensive, stylish. Not everyone can afford a Lexus, I wanted to align myself with similar values from the off. I also wanted to choose a name that was rare. A nurse recently pointed out to me that I have a strange name, I acknowledged her. She asked was I a strange person, I nodded and we had a giggle.
The Bradbury part is the family surname from my Mums side. It was my Grandads name, and it kind of makes me feel like even though they aren't with me anymore, but like they're here with me on this journey. Before I transitioned, I had a step parents surname. I didn't want fuck all to do with that name, so it made sense to adopt my family's surname and go back to my roots.
When was your first memory of Lexy, and what was it ?
It wasn't Lexy originally, when I was young I liked Joanne, she was the prototype. My first memory of gender conflict was super young. My Mum used to take my nappy off to give me some air and allow me to breathe. I hated the fact my cock was out on show, so I'd always go and hide under the dining room table until she'd cover me up again. Took Mum a while to realise my shame, but when she did, she invited her best friend round to show her what happens when she takes my nappy off. Great, now it's not even just my Mum anymore, it's her and her mate, now it's an audience. Cheers Mam.
So as young as that, that's crazy !!
I know right, she never picked up on it and I don't blame her. Well too early to be picking up on having a Transsexual child. Plus it was the eighties, people weren't worrying about stuff like that back then, and she had her plate full with my Father.
As I got older, I saw the girls at primary school, and had this overwhelming desire to have hair like them and look like them. I liked their clothes, their names were better, I dunno, it's hard to explain beyond I wanted to be a girl.
I've got this shit haircut that most of the time my Mum did for me, and the girls always had lovely hair with cool accessories. It was always there, niggling away in the back of my mind. I'd be in the playground and up to my neck in mud, involved in an overly physical game of football. All while looking over at the girls on the painted on hopscotch having fun, I just wanted to be over there with them.
My Mum was with a woman, and as a result they consumed any type of LGBT entertainment available. It's now the mid nineties, so it wasn't as readily available as it is today. Today we have the internet and live in a very different world. Back then, all we had was the TV. Older readers will remember a show on channel four called Eurotrash. It used to be on late nights, so my parents would record it and watch it back on the old VHS the next day. For our younger readers, it was a strange show man. I'm not sure my parents should have really been watching it around me, but they did, and here we are. It was heavily focused on gender, sexuality, and the weird and wonderful side of it throughout Europe. Anything you may deem as exotic, is exactly what the show focused on.
This one day I'm at the back of the house, drawing pictures at the dining room table while my parents were watching Eurotrash. I can just remember this segment they did on this beautiful transsexual. Both my Mum and her Girlfriend were ogling her saying what a bitch she was for sporting such beauty, as you do. I've never felt so naked in my life, and I've posed naked. I can remember she was blonde in a yellow bikini, she was remarkable. I remember thinking to myself wow, that's me. I instantly recognised myself.
I quickly packed my shit up and wanted to get out of the room asap. I felt paranoid if I hung around and showed too much interest, they'd pick up on it, so I fucked off upstairs to my room. It was at that moment I thought wow, so this is possible.
From that moment, I couldn't concentrate or think of anything else. I now knew it was possible, and I wanted to be a model like she was. I didn't really think I would go on to do that, I felt like the ugly duckling. I was battling the start of really bad acne, and slowly turning into a man. It was the stuff body horrors are made of.
School was now irrelevant and a complete waste of my time, because it didn't align with my vision for MY life and what I wanted to do with my future. Most of my days in class were spent looking at girls, but not the way a young lad should be ya know, I was looking at them different.
Who gives a fuck about the periodic table ? I'm going to be a super hot transsexual model. So yeah, that's how it all began for me.
So you believed you'd transition, but didn't think you'd be as attractive as what you are ?
I didn't really believe I'd ever make it to transition or I'd be attractive. I still don't feel attractive. Despite all this, I still feel ugly. You don't undergo the levels of surgery I have if you feel attractive. That's the joys of gender dysphoria though. And it's only solidified when cunts go out of their way to try and make me feel shitty about being trans. I was born biologically male, people think I'm somehow unaware of this, and like to remind me.
How old were you when you first tried on women's clothes ?
I was thirteen. I was working as a kitchen porter at the time, washing dishes at the estates local restaurant. It would have been around 97 I reckon, and I was earning some good money. I was pulling three pound an hour back then, which was a lot. I was trusted to go to town on my own and quite independent for my age. I'd already been getting myself up for primary school and making my breakfast because my parents were drinkers. So as I got into my teens, I was already like a young adult.
Come on then, spill, what did you get ?
Well, Oldham has an indoor market called The Tommyfield, the whole outfit came from there. It used to have a variety of stalls inside, selling all kinds of different crap. It used to have a lovely lingerie stall that sold really nice lace and silk stuff, all hung around the outside. I was too young for that, but I'd already seen an underwear set aimed at teen girls who were developing. I'd seen it weeks before I even approached the stall. That's effectively what I was, but nobody knew yet, I was a teenage girl. It was a sky blue set with a little gold heart piece, kind of like a small earring, stitched into the bra and knickers.
Approaching the stall was scary as fuck. What business does a young lad have being at a lingerie stall buying a bra and knickers set. The lady who ran the stall was an older lady. Proper Oldham hag bless her.
I didn't fuck about, I just instantly asked for the set I'd already eyed up weeks before. She was bagging the set up for me in a brown paper bag, which then went into a regular plastic bag, and that's when it happened. My paranoia got the best of me and I blurted out the dumbest shit I could say in this already fucked up situation.
"It's not for me ya know"
"Whatever you say love" the old lady replied.
I felt so embarrassed. I grabbed the stuff and got out of there super quick.
I didn't want to be just in underwear, I wanted a full outfit, and the indoor market used to have a shop on the front that was aimed at teen girls. I loved everything on display to be honest, but a small white top had caught my eye. It sat just off the shoulder and neck, with quite puffy short sleeves. Kind of like the old barmaid serving wench tops. On the chest in the middle where the top began, a lovely thin red ribbon tied in a bow like shoelaces. I got that, and some blue jegging pants to go with it. The second shop wasn't as hard to deal with as the lingerie stall. It was run by some old Asian guy, and for some reason, I felt like he wasn't reading too much into the situation as much as the old woman.
So it was mission accomplished then ?
Well not really, I still had to get back in the house without my Mum asking me what I'd bought from town. My Mum was militant about how she ran the house, it was going to be hard enough constantly hiding the stuff from her. I knew that as soon as I got through the door she would ask, so I made sure I bought some other stuff too. I was a big WWE fan when I was a kid, so I bought myself a couple of wrestling T Shirts, and got my Mum the ABBA album she'd been asking her girlfriend for for months.
The journey home on the old 83 bus was a mixture of adrenaline and fear of what could go wrong when I got home. Had I been spotted and nobody had said anything yet ? There was a lot going on in my head. Sure as the sunrise, as soon as I got through the door, my Mum asked what I'd bought from town. I dumped the decoy bag on the floor and told her to have a look. I said there's a surprise in there for you, and made an excuse I was bursting for the loo so I could go to my room and dump what felt like the murder weapons from a crime scene I was responsible for.
The plan worked perfectly in the end, Mum was elated with her More Abba Gold CD, and I got out unscathed
What was it like trying them on for the first time ?
Well, I had to wait a few weeks for my parents to go out for the day. One Saturday they went to town for the afternoon, so I took my opportunity. I closed my bedroom curtains and took the stuff to the bathroom to get ready. It felt on par with doing the worst thing you could ever do, like I was murdering someone. There was also the real risk that maybe my parents had forgotten something, and had to come back early to pick it up. I honestly don't know how I'd have explained myself. A part of me today, wishes I'd been caught. I have this little daydream where I get help sooner than I actually did. The sooner someone transitions, the better the results. Once you go through puberty, a lot of damage is done.
I couldn't really relax and enjoy the experience. It was short lived to be honest. I don't really know what I expected, but once I'd changed clothes and went and looked in the mirror, I hated what I saw. Stupid boys head with a boys hair cut, looking back at me in girls clothes. I took the clothes off instantly. Maybe if my hair would've been longer, it might have been different. I threw the clothes away not long after, and buried the idea for a few more years.
This will conclude Part I of the interview guys. We hope you enjoyed. We'll be back next Friday with Part II. Lexy's eluded a few times that things were difficult at home growing up. Next week, she opens up about the difficulties of growing up in an abusive home, and discusses the impact that had on her then, and now.
Lets Get Muddy 🐾
James Cox
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