Ugh, People.


Hey. You know who you are if you’re among the people I intend this following message for.

Remember the days when I used to give a fuck about what you think of me? Yeah. Me neither.

But when you start thinking you got any rights to bother me, assassinate my character, and degrade me into less than what I have achieved on my own merits despite the limits that bar me, you’re crossing a line. A dangerous line I’m not sure you want to screw with.

I don’t give a fuck whatever happen to any of you because you all are terrible human beings who suck up to me because I got things you need—only to stab me in the back because you view the world in monochrome and anyone else who comes in colors is an abomination in your book of shallow lies.

So here’s my proposal: why don’t you people fuck off?

Shades of LOVE from Women’s March in Jakarta


Kegiatan women’s march di Jakarta berlangsung dengan penuh semangat. Lebih dari seribu perempuan, laki-laki, trans, nonkonformis, dan lainnya, bersatu menyuarakan 8 tuntutan untuk meniadakan diskriminasi, melanggengkan toleransi, meningkatkan representasi perempuan di politik, perlakuan yang setara, persatuan global, dan lain-lain.

clubPAW meliput women’s march di Jakarta dan juga mewawancarai beberapa peserta march tentang alasan mereka ikut bergabung dan apa yang ingin mereka suarakan.

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A large mass consisting of friends and allies of women organized a women’s march this Saturday (3/4) morning in front of the Indonesian Presidential Palace. One of clubPAW authors participated in the march to witness LOVE in what was really the start of something historic in Jakarta. While capturing moments from the ground, clubPAW also gathered personal stories from some people who marched as well.

We at clubPAW believe that the women’s march movement that has been embraced by many major and small cities globally signifies something larger: a hope. A hope that there are many out there who are still persevering in the fight for equality and love. Skeptical and ignorant people are still out there and the only way to turn them to our side is by engaging in healthy dialogues and exchanging ideas. And the march has at least provided an avenue for many to express and…

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Introducing: clubPAW


clubPAW is a digital zine that is the passion project of Nhựt Nguyễn and Ravio Patra. Club because we accept everyone as long as they promote love and no hatred. PAW because animals are simply the best things in the world. Go visit our page at clubPAW.

 

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We will update stories and post about various different things; from pop culture, politics, feminism, human interests, sexuality (and, yes, sex too), music, gender, or other things more fun and interesting like animals and their cuteness and unfortunate sufferings and what we can do for them. Nothing is taboo to be brought on to the table on clubPAW. Our columns are named after body parts because different body parts represent different things.

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The Global Partnership to End Violence against Children


Violence against children is as real as it gets now. Higher awareness means higher findings of occurrences. Many are living in situations that may not seem to harm them physically when truth is they’re constantly living a waking nightmare. Physical abuses leave visible wounds, but it is more worrying when you can’t see the wounds. Not because there’s not any, but because some wounds consume their victims inside out. These types of wounds mess up with your brain, destroy your self-esteem and confidence, tamper with your emotions, render you unable to trust anyone, and alienates you from connecting with anyone or anything.

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Say a 16-year old girl is about to be wedded to a man twice her age. The family defends the decision they made for her by saying that their village is unsafe and having a husband gives the young girl a protection and a perceived sense of security.

More often than not, when encountering a problem, people tend to go for the quick easy fix. It works sometimes, but many problems are more sophisticated than it appears to be. When you don’t dig deep, the whole thing may actually make sense to your ears—even if just a little bit—and before you know it you may just start telling yourself that child marriage may be a good idea after all. But that doesn’t solve the problem. That’s basically storing a dead body under your bed. You don’t see the problem, but the smell lingers and it gets worse everyday you choose to ignore and fail to acknowledge that there’s a problem.

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Then what is the problem? Is it… complicated? Well, that’s putting it rather lightly. First, there’s the fact that Indonesian law actually approves of underage marriage (for girls as young as 16 with parental consent) and attempts to address this have fallen short a few times. And then there’s the unfortunate status quo in many local communities still barring women, young and old, from authorities over their own body and independence. Isn’t it strange as well that the young girl’s parents marry her off to a 32-year old man for protection? Why aren’t they protecting her? Or if you think going over the structural approach sounds like too much work, cut short and be honest: if the village isn’t safe for young women, why are we not aspiring to advocate and do something for the village to be safe and secure for its inhabitants? How is marrying young girls off solve the problem? At all?

Hume would agree that it takes reason to see things clearly, but it only takes courage and empathy to speak up against injustice—may it be masked as a tradition, faith, custom, norm, belief, law, anything.

Knowledge and information can be very liberating. Share them. Shift perspectives.

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Something you can do to help is by supporting individuals, organizations, initiativesanything, anyone that is doing something to change the status quo. Look up the Global Partnership to End Violence against Children (GPtEVAC), an initiative spearheaded by multiple nations and organizations to end violence everywhere.

Depth over Distance


Misunderstood and mistaken.

You’ve probably been told that love is when you have somebody to take care of you when you’re old and frail. You’ve probably also been told that love is mostly sweet but it can be dangerous too at times. Hence you can’t completely submit yourself to anyone because no one will love you as you love yourself. That you’ve got to take precautions. But don’t these sound more like a political means to survival rather than love?

You’ve probably been told as well that unless it’s certified on paper and your finger’s got ring on it, your love isn’t real. Who cares if that ring comes from someone your parents forced you to pretend loving? Or from someone you settle with simply because the social constructs decided that your love is somehow unnatural and diabolical even if there are no apparent reasons for it to be so?

Before you know it, you might start succumbing to the whispers; start believing that you’re unloved because you don’t deserve love or that you missed your chance; that somewhere, sometime, somehow, you met your love but walked right past it. You were probably too doubtful, too shy, too proud, or just too dumb to have a clue of it. And as much as you wish time wasn’t linear so that you can go back and revisit the past, you just can’t. Regrets aren’t fun. So take your shots. So what? So what if it cost you some dozens heartbreaks and disappointments? You always recover.

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Because believe me for I have traveled in time and discovered that no matter how much you despise your past and wish for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind to be more than just a masterful science fiction work, having someone you love who loves you back in all the right ways can’t quite compare with all the wrongs that could’ve possibly gone down or the burned bridges or steep slippery steps.

Because I know from experience. I’m living what I’m describing. And if my chest explodes one day from its inability to contain the feelings I harbor, know that the explosion is worth all the screw-ups and do-overs.

And I’d do it again in my next lives. And again. And again. And again.

And again.

Hey, my love. Happy Valentine’s Day. Our first of a lifetime together.

 

Whichever Lasts Forever


I have a demure side. I brood a lot. But not when I’m with someone whose rhythm makes my whimsical recklessness appears to be a series of deliberate affectionate gestures.

And you’re a pastiche. A beautiful work of art too breathtaking for me to tamper with. A lagniappe—the most special kind; one that doesn’t patronize.

And we could’ve gone wrong at so many turns. Had that conversation never taken place, we could’ve ended up an erstwhile fling. Had those promises never come to live, we could’ve ended up an ephemeral story that is sweet only in imagination but not in reality. And had we chosen to give in to our forbearance, we could’ve ended up as another set of evanescent broken promises.

But no. None of this is the reality. The reality is we sort out our imbroglio because what we have is too precious to be momentary—a conclusion obviously too mediocre for our figures. Calling you my serendipity would be inaccurate, because I didn’t just stumble upon you while looking for something else. I was looking for you. I just wasn’t aware of it until that night dawned on us.

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It really is an epiphany—one without a conclusion. Because it would be a shame if all beautiful things had to come to an end. Or probably we should be bad instead.

Whichever lasts forever, I’d choose that.