Friday, May 10, 2013

Blogsoup # 13: A Question for "Babaeng Baklas," More Hoarding, and Yo Momma

**The Tagalog term "Babaeng Bakla" loosely translates to its English equivalent, which is "Fag Hag." Underscore loosely, and even then, I use the term with certain reservations. Maybe a definition is in order, so here:
Fag hag
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Fag hag is a gay slang phrase referring to a woman who either associates mostly or exclusively with gay and bisexual men, or has gay and bisexual men as close friends. The phrase originated in gay male culture in the United States and was historically an insult.[1] Some women who associate with gay men object to being called fag hags while others embrace the term.
**One of the people that I look up to admits to being more than a Fag Hag; she's a Haggot. And even then, she doesn't have that near-irritating quality that is becoming more and more pronounced among the Fag Hag's Filipina sisters. Anyway, having said that, I remembered I have a question to ask.

Say for instance you are a "Babaeng Bakla." You are no longer the ordinary tag-along Fag Hag. You have evolved. And you are now somewhat irritating. Again, you are a "Babaeng Bakla." Clear? Yes? Thank you.

You are a "Babaeng Bakla." And then, for argument's sake, imagine that we took away your "Bakla" influence. We took away the same "Bakla" that serves as your reference for comic material and relief. We took away the same "Bakla" with the penis and the infectious personality. Maybe your "Bakla" choked to death or something corny like that. Whatever. Erotic asphyxiation? Whatever. Maybe he committed suicide by masturbation. Whatever. Or he got dog-locked, and they cannot pry out that dismembered cock from his butt, and he died from the infection. Whatever. But we took him away. And then, this part here is of paramount importance, we Deprive you of a replacement "Bakla." Forever.

What happens to you now?

More Hoarding: I have purchased three more books after the Encyclopedia of Bad Taste. My makeshift bookshelf now includes When Do Fish Sleep (Chapters and Pages, 05/05/2013, P60, Hardbound), I Saw Da Sign: 100 Funny Pinoy Signages (Powerbooks Megamall, 05/06/2013, P150, Paperback), and The Best of Chico, Delamar, and Gino's the Morning Rush Top 10, Book 2 (Powerbooks Megamall, 05/06/2013, P195, Paperback). It is getting serious. Meanwhile, the Powerbooks outlet in Megamall has this darling copy of The Best of Archie Volume 2. It's a steal at P399, even criminal, and I suppose I can own a copy. Nevermind that I now have a reading backlog; it is P399, and it's Archie Andrews. Volume 2, baby.

Oh, and yes, it will be Mother's Day on the 12th. That's this coming Sunday. So you go on ahead and be a good homo; give your Ma the coronation she deserves. Hop to it faggot. Anyway, I love you so much Mommy!

My next post will include Jesus. I have completed the draft, but I suppose I need to post this first on account of the Mother's Day reference. Also, those links up there redirect to one of my other posts; you might want to check those if you feel like it. And, while you're at it, here's a Mom post. 

I'll see you homos next Friday.


  1. I get why they're irritating. I guess it's just them borrowing a culture from people who dont have what they have (ano daw?) or maybe it's just so many girls use it as an excuse to be rude. haha

  2. I've seen girls that are way more homo than my person. And they're on their default setting. These girls are the real babaeng bakla. What I don't get is the spineless delivery of certain inferior copies who honestly think they can out-fag any one of us.

    I'm a heartbeat away from punching them on the boobs or kicking them square in their pekpeks. To each his own, I know, but things get annoying.



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