lovelliariesti

lovelliariesti

A 2006 illustration of my poem of the same title, I Do Not Love Thee.

I am not my words am not my clothes am not my hair am not my friends am not my affiliations am not my parents am not my lovers am not my body am not my gods am not my demons am not the books I read am not the movies I watch am not my money am not my investments am not my country am not my sex partners am not my orgasms am not the drugs I take am not the literary movement am not the public service announcements am not the television shows am not my thoughts am not the images in the mirror am not my roles in the society am not in denial am not what you’d like me to think I am.

The three-letter dilemma: read it or have it?

Like it was decades, or even centuries ago, Indonesia is still a country where babies are born, but never made. Sexuality and sensuality are butchered and fed to hungry dogs with genitalia dragged above the ground. And like it was with me years ago, the dilemma is still the same: should I have some or read some?

A ripped page reposted inside a vehicle in London, taken during my trip to England as I arrived on Aug. 16, 2008.