Bowery

I was a dreamer before I was a sinner, Woe is me The last time that you touched me I've lost the poet in me I no longer cry I no longer bask in joy I no longer feel I've grown a thinker in me She baths in logic She dances with consequences But she misses music, She needs words to speak She wants art to reek Yogyakarta, 17th of March 2018 ** Good Morning World  is a painting by Natalia Baykalova which was uploaded on November 23rd, 2012.

I am not necessarily one of those people who believe in an absolute ‘eye for an eye’. I have always been a pacifist and more of a ‘turning your cheek the other way even if they bite you on both side’ type of person.   However, when you get older and start to get out of your bubble of social circles more often, you would find yourself dealing with jerks and people you think may be the embodiment of an absolute evil spirit and you can’t help nurturing hatred or harboring desire to take revenge. You start realizing that maybe it’s not totally right to fault people for wanting revenge. When you start experiencing the extent of pain and how severe the damages caused by that evil person can be, you may find yourself realizing that maybe having the urge to take revenge is primal. It’s a quest for vigilant justice that is normal to materialize within individual when whatever existing justice-generating mechanism deemed fail to fulfill their sense of retribution as a victim.   ...

So they asked me, Why am I still pulling at your feeble hand? Why am I still latching on to your arms? Why am I still holding on to your words? Your pointless promises, Our dashed dreams, My fading fortitude. I am telling you now My endurance has no limit I am telling you now Your every smile worth my million times I am telling you now I’ll chase every forever to make yours mine I am telling you now I may no longer be in love with you, Broken minds like ours don’t go for that kinda shit, But I am telling you now, This infinite tenderness I feel for you It aint goin anywhere It wont stay in the past Yet It wasn’t willing to darn our future together either So I’ll let it lingers for a while Though my while could mean eon  and i know that you wont mind. **Artwork belongs to its owner

A year ago today We were walking hand in hand. We both were villains We both were cruel Yet i had a dream we were fine. We werent crazy, We were divine. Then, which one was it, hon? I guess its been sung That when a heart breaks it doesnt break even. And when my episode comes, There'd be no remedy for our memories. I told'em when u find true love, it lives on The kind of love that doesnt demand, The kind of love that doesnt burn out, Even without the glory of lust and heated makeout. For it already sustains an infinite tenderness for a certain someone. I guess i realized at that moment, that i really did love u, huh? Because there was nothing to gain, and that didnt matter. Yogyakarta August 27th 2017 **artwork belongs to its owner

            Reading into Andrea Dworkin’s array of works on radical feminism [1] reminds me of that time I was scolded by my mom for having sexual urges; as if I was to be blamed for the way my body works. As if it was unnatural for women to want to have sex. I was probably four when my mom first caught me rocking on my tricycle seat, back and forth, trying to generate more from the strange pleasure of rubbing my genital against something. She pulled me off my tricycle abruptly and proceeded to sit me in front of her. Here came her first reprimand on how what I was doing was absolutely disgusting, shameful, and most importantly worthy of sin from God. Without any coherence of reasoning, she simply stated that touching my vagina is unacceptable. The 4 year old me was understandably confused and scared of the threat in her voice and decided to never do it again(or even if I did, it was never to be found out by her). Later w...

By : Raditya Putranti Darningtyas Department of International Relations Universitas Gadjah Mada Gender and Politics   Midterm Assignment ______________________________________________________________________________ INTRODUCTION During the past few decades, feminist theory with its multiple branches has attempted massive deconstruction and attacks against several established notions in social science including order in society, ideology, and culture. At the heart of these attacks lay protest against distribution of power that have, by tradition, favored men at the expense of women. From the furious assertion that rape and other type of sexual harassment should not be tolerated as mere consequences of unfortunate episode, to the complex theories of postmodernism that discards the very concept of differences as inherently oppressive, these protests have provoked many challenges to all traditional conception of order as inherently androcentric. At its first emergence i...

I loved you To the point of madness To the point of suffocation Till i No longer am in love with life Till i Know no more of myself Till i Am able to look at you again And said “Fuck off” Balikpapan, Monday Jan 18 th 2016  8.43 AM

"As long as you live you'll never see a photograph of 7 women signing legislation about what men can do with their reproductive organs.  " Martin Belam         The term ‘mansplaining’ has raised several definitions in gender discourse. In my essay, I will define mansplaining as the act of explaining without regard to the fact that the explainee knows more than the explainer, often done by a man to a woman in a condescending manner. This condescending manner may result from overconfidence and cluelessness that is often possessed by a man when they want to assert their superiority over their female counterparts. One example of mansplaining in International Relations would be the reinstatement of global gag rule or New Mexico Policy by US President Donald Trump’s administration. Global Gag Rule withholds USAid funding from any overseas family planning organization that offers or provides information about abortions. The regulations also affects civil...

            I remember when I got into middle school; it was the first time i met and got to know someone who was not Indonesian. I was probably 13 and he was 19 at the time. His name was Zakareya and he was an Egyptian. He told me he was a student majoring in geography though he claimed that his passion had always been computer programming. He lived in Alexandria, Egypt and honestly he was the wisest person I knew at that time. Being a confused teenager with rage and very little to no clue on life, he was a big help and a huge part of me growing up into an adult. He then went back to Alexandria and we remained in touch with each other. I remember went on yahoo messenger almost every night to talk to him. I remember him complaining about lots of things happening in his country. From poverty, to his government, and everything. I was still not that well read on International issues at time so I took his complaining as jus...