Rebel blood running through our veins, the Minahasa are said to have Mongolian-like shamanic practices and are stubborn as bulls. Meanwhile the pentagon-symbolised country is said to have had maverick druids and the obelisks were raised by alien tech -or by the “inner tech”; telekinesis, or perhaps ogres. These song-lines and stories are woven in our bones.

On the other hand, we are traumatised, comforted, and heavily influenced by the spoiled middle-class metropolitans of Jakarta, and were raised a couch potato Western TV cultist —- a chameleon for survival and a cat for thriving in the concrete -but also natural jungles. We have come to realise shapeshifting is a skill but our gift is an over-sensitive heart overheated by an overthinking mind.

In a nutshell; we are a broken nut pieced back together by the sticky glue of love and the molten magma of mystery which killed our matrix. Also a white-passing half-breed trans-hermaphrodite rebel and artist. In short, queer.