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Okay, not really.

Well aside from her sizzzzzling good looks (I get so weak)…

She’s got one highly articulate (and charming) potty mouth as well.

Ch-ch-ch-check it out!

CLICK the link below.

RUBY ROSE: I threw up on Katy Perry and it changed my life. I quit the booze.

So true, so true.

xoxo

*all photos link back to source

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I got mail todaaaay! ๐Ÿ™‚

(Yes, that is a football/soccer ball ottoman)

Sorry, too excited.

I ripped it right out of the plastic bag. #superfail

I ordered this from I AM HIGH MAINTENANCEย (im-hm.com).

They’ve got tons of great stuff. Some are on sale, up to 80% off!

Had a bit of trouble with customer service though, their main phone line wasn’t working.

Good thing it came nicely boxed and wrapped. #sosyal

I waited 3 days for this. It should’ve arrived yesterday.

Guess I couldn’t have picked a better time for shipping through mail, no?! Haha.

Well here we go……ย Tadaaaaah!

The Sass & Bide tag sent my heart-a-flutter. โค

You see, most jeans from Philippine brands don’t fit well on me (wide hips, long legs), so it’s such a blessing to find jeans that do!

Sidenote: In fact, I only have three(!) working jeans at the moment. lol. #embarrassing

I big shout out to my cousin,ย Colleen, for introducing me to Sass & Bide 4 years ago!! ๐Ÿ˜€

So…. how do I look?? ๐Ÿ˜‰

(Apologies for my pet monkey’s tail hanging on the upper left hand side.)

To be honest though, I was counting on a more snug fit.

Guess I should pick out a smaller size next time.

But on the other hand, I didn’t expect them to be soooo……….. FREJA!!!

(read: so lesbo! lol)

Pleasant surpriiiiiise then. ๐Ÿ˜€

From now on, I shall name this pair my FREJA jeans!! Hahahaha.

Of course, looking like her is a far-fetched illusion, but….. a girl can dream, ‘no? lol

Ciao for now. ๐Ÿ™‚

Happy Holidays everyone!!!

 

Peace and love,

Earlier today, a writer had stumbled upon my blog and took a liking to this post (‘Milestone’) about the two lesbian Navy officers. She too, has a blog, Angels of Secrets; I checked it out. What welcomed me was something I wasn’t prepared for. I don’t think anything could’ve prepared me for what I was about to read. I fell silent, and so did my stomach. My chest tightened. I devoured every word. I can’t remember the last time I engulfed myself into reading as much as I did her blog today.

“I have survived unspeakable crimes against humanity. I survived the hands of a psychopathic killer. Iโ€™m the only survivor that can speak for the silenced. I began this blog because I needed to give a voice to the Angels that did not survive. The dead walk with me as Angels of Secrets, I am reminded of them at every turn. I must give them a voice and in doing so, I pray to find peace for my own spirit; forgiveness for the self, forgiveness for each breath I take.” Love, Joan

Painful memories, we all have them, but there is simply no comparison to Joan’s. I’m not even sure if that is her real name ย (not that it matters, I respect her privacy), I just feel honored to have found her words. They are both insightful, and hard to read. What moves us is not what comes easy, after all. Right now, I am in the midst of feeling an odd mix of awe, disbelief, empathy, admiration and empowerment — in that order.

Nothing I say can encompass the profoundness of Joan’s story, and what it says about the power of humanity, both good and bad. Surely, her words are a blessing to everyone who reads them, as they have been for me, and an immortal testament to the fearless life she led and lived. May she find the strength to keep on writing, not just to inspire us all, but most especially to heal herself.

Courage, that is she.

 

*Photo by Carmella, Joan’s partner; it links back to the source

The Philippines may be a million light years away from THIS, but at least our LGBT community can take comfort in knowing that the rest of the world is taking great strides in promoting visibility and equality for gays, lesbians, transgenders and bisexuals.

A wave starts with a ripple, a ripple can start even with the most minute of movements.

Liberation for Pinoy LGBTs can’t be too far behind.

Petty Officer 2nd Class Marissa Gaeta and her girlfriend of two years, Petty Officer 3rd Class Citlalic Snell, share an intimate moment in for the world to see upon a US Navy ship’s return to American soil.

Hot daaaamn. ๐Ÿ™‚

Full story HEREย (via msnbc).

 

*photo links back to source

The Search is Over by Survivor was pretty epic in the eighties, and it still is today, for good reason: it’s timeless. This live performance by the one and only Jimi Jamison is a KILLER (goosebumps alert @ 0:56!) and it’s a good summation of the last five years of my life since I came out.

Not to sound hedonistic, but every single word of this song speaks deeply to me, as I’m sure it does to some of you as well. This is why I cannot imagine a world without music. It weaves into soulful melody our everyday struggles of existence.

Music lives and breathes through us.

How can I convince you what you see is real
Who am I to blame you for doubting what you feel
I was always reachin’, you were just a girl I knew
I took for granted the friend I have in you

I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
Now I look into your eyes
I can see forever, the search is over
You were with me all the while

Can we last forever, will we fall apart
At times it’s so confusing, these questions of the heart
You followed me through changes and patiently you’d wait
Till I came to my senses through some miracle of fate

I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
Now I look into your eyes
I can see forever, the search is over
You were with me all the while

Now the miles stretch out behind me
Loves that I have lost
Broken hearts lie victims of the game
Then good luck it finally struck
Like lightning from the blue
Every highway leading me back to you

Now at last I hold you, now all is said and done
The search has come full circle
Our destinies are one
So if you ever loved me
Show me that you give a damn
You’ll know for certain
The man I really am

I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
Then I touched your hand, I could hear you whisper
The search is over, love was right before my eyes

 

*photo taken at Mt. Buller, Australia in July 2007

Bette Porter is my hero. Take that with a grain of salt if you must, for not everything I say should be taken seriously — or should it? Beneath the satirical facade I always try to put up, those who truly know me, may very well scoff at this sad attempt at masking true emotions — just as I always have. Because anything that comes out of my potty mouth always bears some weight of the truth, albeit often wrapped in sarcasm or perceived indifference.

Romance and all its strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives

Mistakes were part and parcel of Bette Porter‘s existence, as they were/are in mine, and often with uncanny similarities I cannot divulge. She may be a fictional character, but through her, I felt my everyday struggles were given validity — that they weren’t just shallow trivialities of lesbian existence.

I’m just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth

Like most fictional protagonists, Bette and Tina’s story was prettily summed up in a happy ending. And as much as I wish all stories could end up like that, the truth is, they rarely don’t. Because most real life relationships end up way past the breaking point, beyond repair, where a resolution just isn’t possible anymore. But underneath all this, is an unspoken truth, a lesson which tells us that we’re not just pawns in the game of life. We can take control if and when we wish to, but vulnerability is an essential part of the process. This is why Bette Porter is my hero. She’s fiction, but at the same time, she’s as real as can be, because she showed me that even strong women can and will feel pain.

She taught me that women, no matter how tough, still need to have a good cry every now and then before they can pick themselves up again.

 

My favorite lesbian high fashion couple are BACK by popular demand(!) — as evidenced by consistently high stats for THIS previous Frejzona post.

As much as I love fashion models, I am no fan of magazine editorials, so I shall only be posting my favorite CANDID shots (mostly from PFW 09/10 & 10/11). All the better, ‘no?

I thought so.

FYI: Freja Beha Erichsen and Arizona Muse are the world’s no. 2 and no. 7 top runway models, respectively, according to models.com

There’s no denying ‘Freja Beha x Arizona Museย is rocking everyone’s socks.

And I’m loving every.single.minute.of.it.

Bonus: Here’s a three-month old video of Freja and Arizona for Doctors Without Borders.

 

You’re welcome. ๐Ÿ™‚

 

Always,

*all photos link back to source

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