I go by Allan Joe . Allan, Joe, call me whichever suits your tongue, or whatever your thoughts may name me.

My pronouns are He, Him, His, Himself, anchored in the quiet certainty of who I am.

I stand at my legal age, a threshold where youth and maturity weave their uneasy truce.

Born under a Gemini Sun and Gemini Moon, with an Aries Rising, I am both the shifting wind and the unyielding flame.

My mind bears the mark of the ISTJ - The Inspector, yet my spirit leans toward the Helper, the Enneagram’s Second Type — drawn to light, even while I keep a cordial acquaintance with the dark.

I mostly weave my words in English when I tweet—though Bahasa Indonesia flows through me too, as I walk the line of being proudly bilingual. Now that I’ve reached the age where the world stops pretending, you’ll catch me cursing at strange hours, or slipping into the shadows to speak of things NSFW. If you post about bullying, jumpscares, gore, or spiders—please cloak it in a CW/TW. Of course, if you don’t, that’s your path to take. But if you do—I’ll carry quiet gratitude for your small kindness in this chaotic feed.

This account is my quiet asylum—a place where I unravel thoughts, even if they echo, even if they repeat. I carve it into comfort, into truth, into the hum of my own unrest. I have no patience for those who flood the feed with hollow calls like “Mutualan gas”—spare me the chase for empty ties. I don’t forbid minors from drawing near, but know this: I speak freely, and at times, the shadows in my words may carry a trace of NSFW. If that unsettles you, then tread elsewhere. My world isn’t here to soften itself for passing strangers.

I hold no space for the poisoned—those steeped in hate, racism, bigotry, or the rot of performative connections like “Mutualan gas.” If your mind breeds harm or your presence carries chaos, let silence stand between us. Do not follow. Do not interact. Let our paths remain untouched.