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.

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

So true, so true.


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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. I’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  (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.


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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. 🙂

Full story HERE (via msnbc).


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I MAY HAVE probably been using the word “awesome” a lot more than usual lately, so let me apologize in advance for the redundancy and my lack of vocabulary (lol).

This woman, however, deserves no less than my ultimate trademark compliment. XiaXue is, in a word, AWESOME, in a very quirky and interesting way. Seeing that photo above, people may deduce this as a very unlikely comment (especially coming from me), so let me give you a little history. A lot of early bloggers (and lurkers) from before 2006, may have already heard of her infamous blog (and I do not use that adjective lightly, just google her name and you’ll see), maybe even stumbled on it at some point in the last 8 years or so. If you are one of them, then might as well skip to the video. If not, read on.

Full disclosure: I was one of the early lurkers back in late ’04 to ’06, but somehow, college life took over my consciousness and I forgot about her blog along the way, only ‘rediscovering’ it a couple of weeks ago. To my surprise, it has gotten more entertaining than ever. No kidding.

Left: school photo of her in the nineties; Right: after several cosmetic surgeries in 2008

An excerpt from the video:

“During my first rhinoplasty, i had an implant put in my nose, my ala’s cut, and also the tip of my nose reduced. When I did that surgery, I was very, very unhappy with my previous nose and just basically wanted it smaller. So, I told my surgeon: just smaller, I don’t care what else you do, just FREAKING make it SMALLER because it is so fucking humongous…”

XiaXue‘s candid nature and brutal honesty are precious in a world where discretion and diplomacy (hypocrisy if you must) rule the roost. She has haters, that is expected of course, but she has even more followers: 40,000 unique visitors everyday to be exact. A sure sign that she must be doing something right.

Take for instance this seven month old video where she talks in detail about the various surgical ‘enhancements’ done to her face. It left me speechless the first time I saw it. All I could say was, ‘DAMN, this girl has guts!’

Let it be known that I do not necessarily agree with some of her convictions, her penchant for plastic surgery or with what she deems beautiful. But this I have to say, you gotta give the woman credit for literally putting herself out there — imperfections, two eyelid surgeries, two nose jobs, fillers, botox and godknowswhatelse. TGFXX.


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MY FATHER grew up firmly believing he was going to be a dentist someday. As a child, he was stubborn, albeit ambitious — determined not to follow the missteps taken by his father and grandparents in squandering their wealth. He is a go-getter with a tongue that cuts through steel, more often that not speaking without regard for tact, or hypocrisy for the sake of diplomacy. A typical alpha male, with a quirky sensibility devoid of superficial desires for keeping up appearances. What you see is what you get. I look up to my dad, but this entry isn’t about him so he will have to wait. Haha.

MY MOTHER, on the hand, is a somewhat different story. My grandparents weren’t rich, but valued education, and made sure to give their children the best they could. Owing to diligence (and good genes), Mama always got top honors throughout her elementary and high school years, and graduated cum laude from dental school in 1984. Her parents didn’t even need to push her to achieve; she was an innate go-getter. Unlike my father however, Mama always had a certain finesse about her, always careful with her words. She speaks eloquently and with tact, never being deliberately offensive or insulting. I wish I could say the same for myself, but I am undeniably more like my father in that regard (see photo below). Mama’s post-graduate studies in Orthodontics gave even more accolades to her name, garnering ALL seven “Best in-“ awards — a feat unmatched before OR even after her in the history of that Philippine orthodontic organization.

I am still in awe at how I, a stereotypical slacker, could be the daughter of such an achiever.

Mama didn’t always want to become a dentist, though. She grew up aspiring to become a nurse, and then a doctor — not surprising considering my great-grandfather who was a physician, helped my lola give birth to her. My great-grandfather, Felix Amorsolo, was a doctor who graduated at the top of his class in UST and did his postgraduate studies at Georgetown University before WWII broke out. He was brilliant at his craft, and could’ve made himself into a very rich man, but chose to serve in the barrios of Davao Oriental instead (for what reason, I don’t know). I suppose this inspired my mother to seek the same path, always carrying a sense of altruism (and I’m not just saying this to sound patronizing), but it wasn’t meant to be. My lolo wouldn’t let her, citing her (then) thin frame and weak health. She acquiesced and studied Accounting instead (she’s good at math too!), before shifting to Dentistry.

While studying Dentistry in Cebu, she would save every penny from her monthly allowance after buying groceries and other essentials, while her sister (who studied dentistry at the same time) would blow her allowance on clothes and trips out of town. It was often the case that my mother had to feed her younger sister for weeks after every trip because by then, my Tita had already spent every last centavo of her allowance. Haha. It’s a funny story my mom relishes to tell us every now and then (to my tita’s ire, I presume). A similar, albeit not-so-funny, symbiosis worked with my mother and her older brother as well. For a long time, Mama used to lend money to my Tito to get his family through hard times, mainly due to his alcoholism and gambling (we all have our family hang ups). As a child, I was well-aware of this “arrangement” and often chastised my cousins (my Tito’s children) for it. I was mad at them for taking Mama’s money which could’ve been spent on me and my brothers. Admittedly, I was a selfish young brat. Growing up however, I saw the wisdom in Mama’s actions and began to feel a newfound appreciation and gratitude for having a mother as generous as mine. 

She is simply one of the most selfless people I know.

Mama rarely goes shopping. Although she can very well afford it, she doesn’t spend a lot on herself, choosing to dispense her hard-earned money on her children’s needs (and whims). And unlike most women, she shuns wearing make-up (no kidding) and avoids shopping for the latest fashions unless absolutely necessary. At this point, I will even go so far as to say that she is the epitome of simplicity. Don’t get me wrong, I am not trying to paint my mother as a saint — she isn’t. Like most people, she has her indulgences as well. Household renovations, furniture, food and cookware are her guilty pleasure of choice (which drives my uber thrifty and stingy dad crazy). With that said, I guess she isn’t that simple after all, but it doesn’t make her any less of the awesome person I know her to be.

Wife. Mother. Dentist. Chef. Architect (she designed our house). Accountant (she does all the accounting for our businesses). Daughter. Sister. Friend… et al.

*photo taken with patient’s consent

She is a very complex woman; more complex than I can ever give her justice. To me, she is inimitable. A jack of all trades, and a master of all as well. And I’m the proudest daughter in the world for having her as my momma!

Happy 50th Birthday, Ma! 😀

(Sorry for divulging your age, lol).


P.S. We don’t say “I love you”s in our family. Eewww. Like I said, we all have our family hang ups. 😉

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

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

And I’m loving

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


You’re welcome. 🙂



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First part of this series HERE.



I presume no one on this list is more popular than Angelina Jolie, but few people actually know where the good genes come from. Marcheline Bertrand was a fledgling actress in the early seventies, but fate got in the way as she was swept off her feet by the charming Jon Voight. Naturally, as most love stories go, she held off her career for marriage and motherhood. Although the union didn’t last, it did produce one of the most beautiful women known to the world. I guess we can all agree that Angelina Jolie needs no further introduction, ‘no?


Bebe Buell was arguably the most famous groupie of the seventies, having been with practically every rock star worthy of a name — from David Cassidy to Mick Jagger. She was the epitome of a social climber, and a damn good one at that. In fact, so popular was she that the ‘Penny Lane’ character from the movie Almost Famous was inspired by her (along with two other famous groupies of the decade). But what Bebe Buell’s most well-known for, is bearing the child of rock musician Steven Tyler. Initially,  Liv Tyler daughter was kept in the dark about her true paternity, but a chance encounter with the Aerosmith frontman was inevitable — and the striking resemblance said it all.

It amazes me how a girl borne out of such a twisted background can grow up to be as level-headed and decent as Liv Tyler. Not to mention the stunning face. She’s got it all.



As I’ve mentioned in the first part of this countdown, rock stars and supermodels were the ultimate seventies cliché — bar none. And there’s no better representation of this phenomenon than Mick Jagger and Jerry Hall. At the time, The Rolling Stones were reeling off chart topper after chart topper, making them one of the most prolific bands in history. Along with the fame (or infamy, whichever you prefer), came a long line of catwalk-strutting supermodels at their coattails, of which Jerry Hall was the queen bee (personally, I think Patti Hansen was better-looking, but I’m digressing). Naturally, the king of rock music got together with the queen of the catwalk. Now you see why I keep bringing up the word cliché. Four children were borne out of the relationship, including the beautiful Elizabeth and drop-dead gorgeous Georgia May. Both have taken after their mother and are now making names for themselves in the international fashion circuit.

In 1999, as the millennium was coming to a close, it seemed like Mick Jagger and Jerry Hall’s union was about to last forever after twenty-something years. But, the fairy tale just had to end. What can I say? Infidelity is a bitch. Though I guess that’s what most rock stars are good at.


It’s unfortunate Carine Roitfeld had to step down as Paris Vogue’s EIC. Though I can’t complain about Emmanuelle Alt (hot, hot, hot style), I believe Carine R. created Paris Vogue. She was the rogue in a world full of Anna Wintour-esque EICs. Her editorials were always innovative and otherworldly. Dark and mysterious, most of the time, but always a breath of fresh air. The name and the title almost seemed as one. Contrary to Ana W., she may not have been a money-making machine, but she was a genius in her own right. Julia, her daughter, is as much a maverick as her mother. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree — and this is why ilovehersomuch.


Where do I even begin? Let’s just say that before Kate Middleton (or Mary Donaldson, or Charlene Wittstock), there was Grace Kelly. Many stories of commoners-turned-princesses may have come to pass before or after that legendary Monegasque Spring wedding of 1956. But undeniably, Grace Kelly shaped the modern princess. Formidable but graceful. Celebrated but discreet. She was ahead of her time. And monarchies would never be the same again.


Her untimely death in 1982 left behind a son, the reigning Prince Albert of Monaco, and two daughters, Princesses Caroline and Stephanie — who are both as beautiful as their mother. Caroline de Monaco has led a life of royal duties and familial obligations — the life expected of her. The younger Stephanie on the other hand, was, in her own mother’s words, a ‘wild child.’ She pursued a free-wheeling existence full of of spontaneity and abandon, which made her even more appealing to my young mind when I first read about her in the mid-nineties. The dust has finally settled however, and Princess Stephanie now lives a relatively normal life that is more befitting of her title.


Grace Kelly and her daughters showcased generational beauty (and what good genes can do) unlike no other — up until the third generation came along anyway. Because personally, I have to say that Charlotte Casiraghi exceeds ALL expectations.

Physically, Princess Caroline’s daughter is Grace Kelly reincarnated — albeit with a more mysterious countenance. You just can’t help but STARE. Charlotte Casiraghi is living proof of how long, and how far good genes can go. She is part of the new breed of royals, following in the footsteps of her enigmatic grandmother.


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I love reading (and making) Top 10 lists.

List objectification can be fun, even if it isn’t exactly intellectual fodder (paradox intended), but especially when it involves beautiful freaks of nature such as these mothers and daughters.

It’s hard enough picking just ten, much more, putting them in order (not that I’m in any position to say who’s better-looking than others). But since this is a Top 10 list, I am obliged to concede.

The ranking is at my own discretion and is based on nothing more than random criteria I have dreamt up in my own mind (which doesn’t really give this list any tangible credibility).

For questions, suggestions or violent reactions, do drop me a comment below. Thanks.

All disclaimers aside, let’s begin the countdown, shall we?



The late UK TV presenter, Paula Yates, led a troubled life. Dying of an overdose at 41, she left behind four daughters, and a multitude of unassumed responsibilities. That couldn’t have been easy for any child. So I’m cutting Pixie Geldof some slack for being a ‘Boomtown brat.’ She seems, however, to have grown into her own dignified person as of late, so that’s another point up her alley. If only she swings both ways, the world would be a much better place. Sigh.


I know, I know. Not exactly a conventional choice, but the genius is in the details. Courtney Love‘s swag is unlike any other, and her daughter has clearly caught that spark. Notwithstanding the late Kurt Cobain’s awesome genes, of course. The latest set of pictures from a photoshoot by Hedi Slimane aren’t helping my obsession for the tattooed Frances Bean Cobain either. She is both charming, and disarming — a lethal mix.



No disrespect to Amber, but I don’t think anyone in the family can beat the ethereal beauty of eighties supermodel Yasmin Le Bon. It is dumbfounding how she hasn’t seemed to age a day in 20 years! To me, she is the epitome of G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S., so apologies for the extended praises (self-confessed fangirl here). On another note, Amber Le Bon has her own unique qualities as well. The prominent pout and strong eyes are all her own. Distinctions in contrast to her mother’s conventional coutnenance, but she holds them well. Oh, and it doesn’t hurt that she looks a lot like Dasha Zhukova too (*sigh*), which instantly gives her more leverage in my books.



Quick fact: the famous (or infamous, depending on which end of the spending spectrum you’re at) Hermès Birkin was named after the English-born actress and singer, Jane Birkin. She’s well-known the world over for her style (quintessential wicker basket included), toothy smile and romantic dalliances. But more than anything, Jane Birkin embodied the soul of the 70s — erotic and passionate yet free-flowing and easy-going. Her daughter, Lou Doillon, has imbibed the same sensibility, albeit with a more cutting edge. Equine features bearing a strong look is not hard to miss. Pair that with a natural flair for putting clothes together, Lou Doillon has now become a fashion industry favorite. Full disclosure: she’s one of my personal crushes, though I wish Gigola had ended on a more favorable note.



In the seventies, rock stars and supermodels were the ultimate cliché. Keith Richards and Patti Hansen were no different, producing one of rock n’ roll’s most famous couples. He had the talent, she had the beauty. Not a bad trade off, in my opinion. Surprisingly though, unlike many other pairs of the decade, this union has actually lasted for close to 30 years(!) now. Amazing. Luckily, their children won out in the gene gamble and inherited most of their chiseled features from their beautiful mother. Sure, traces of Keith Richards’s roughage are evident, but that only adds even more character to Alexandra‘s and Theodora‘s faces. Win-win all around. Life is not fair.


UP NEXT: Top 10 Celebrity Mothers & Daughters (Part 2) HERE.


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