I am not a pencil expert, but I squinted at those pencils. They're not colored pencils; they're pencils of color. They mostly look like factory-painted or printed pencils, the fun kind you get at the book fair or for not biting the dentist; some of them have stripes or foil-printed smiley faces on them. There probably are some colored pencils in there, but they're mostly decorative #2s.
Oh thank God, I saw 'color' and 'pencils' right next to each other and went cross-eyed from shock. That evil bitch could have easily caused some kind of local shortage on the colored pencil market, if she had.
I bet it's impossible to dust, too. Even if they are just a bunch of colorful graphite pencils, "art" that ruins the utility of the medium and the canvas has always rubbed me the wrong way.
Bitch has pink hair like a magical girl (or Yumi from Hi-Hi Puffy AmiYumi) with flowers in her hair because "flower child", and her name sounds like "vagina". She sounds horrid to be around and I bet she's ugly irl too.
I need to shake the archives I took of Maia's tumblr again, somewhere in there is a portrait of Jaina that's hilariously unflattering - Maia made her friend look like a meth-head sparkle witch, but damned if I can find the thing, now.
what does it mean to perceive someone as genderless? Gender either is sex or is very closely related to sex, and there are no truly sexless neuters walking around
Slightly off topic, but this made me think, and the closest answer I could come up with would be some horrible creature that buds like a sponge, and even then there's an argument to be made that such a thing would be female (as in, it holds the capacity within itself to create offspring or reproduce). A truly sexless being would be neither male nor female, lack any urge or any of the structures needed to reproduce, yet somehow persist, exist, and, presumably, replicate.
By that point, I can only imagine some kind of eldritch virus hiding at the bottom of the ocean, infesting the brains of observers and forcing them to think more of the creature into being until all that's left of the victim is an unholy pile of nonbinary goo.
In truth I think "floating intelligence" pretty accurately describes what Maia and other insecure gender loons want to be, but taking the idea of reproduction without sex to its most horrifying extreme can be
very funny.
Since it's been a bit, here's some more goodies from Maia's other socials.
As of the time of posting, Maia earns about 500 dollars/month from her Patron.
which is interesting to compare when you pull up archive.ph's old snapshots of the same page. She's managed to gain followers, but loose money.
She seriously thought she was worth 133.50/a month lol. Did no one truly wish to be Maia's Duchionx?
Maia likes to steal pencils and collect random shit off the street,
And just how many random-ass lists does this woman keep? So far we have the reading log, the masturbation log, and now the hoarding log. Is this how she lends a sense of order to her world or what?
two 2017 comics, one featuring Maia being a braindead consoomer and the other where she unironically utters the phrase "I was dressed very dandy and queer."
She might try to deny it now, but it must've physically hurt to divorce herself from Harry Potter as a franchise. She's cringe as fuck about it, but it seems to have been her longest lasting and most genuine non-sexual interest. She never seems to have replaced it with anything, either. Just more wokeshit and shotas to fill the hole.
- After finding herself defeated by the raw power of FACTS and LOGIC, Maia and her aunt hash it out until one AM in the morning.
- Color me crazy, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't the length board game night was expected to go.
- Either way, they make up, presumably because doing otherwise would force the impromptu therapy session even longer. Despite being the most based character in the entire book, Shari caves to Maia's endless crying and sends her off with a hug.
- However, reality continues to harry her as the night wears on. Maia even wonders, what if, the things she believes in might even be wrong????
- She refuses to accept it, but lacks the ability to re-build the comfy barrier of delusion on her own.
- So she does what any well educated moron would do, and seeks out someone else to think for her instead.
- "Sometimes I feel like my brain is a machine built by someone who lost the instruction manual."
- I find it endlessly funny that out of an entire website's worth of bad comic artists faking mental illness for clout, the one who blew up happened to be brain sick for real.
- Also worth noting is Maia's fondness for appeals to authority. This Patricia Churchland lady has a lot of titles, and because she has a lot of titles, the things she says must be both correct and smart.
- Just ignore the fact that she's a philosopher by training, and that is a wildly different field than the sort of hard science associated with Neurology, or that the kind of person who just invents their own specialization is either absolutely a genius or a total fraud, and deserves a lot of scrutiny either way. She has a fancy resume and a Ph. B. We should all listen to what she has to say.
- And boy, does Maia want us to hear exactly that.
(In a baffling move from the editing department, page 200 is also the end of TPB 2, but it's such a weird place to end the chapter, I've opted to ignore it and just keep going.)
- What comes next is four, yes four pages of pure infodump from this rando's book. And since comics are a terrible medium to convey several paragraphs worth of academic reading, it is nearly impossible not to skim.
- I did read it, though, and while I'm not scientifically literate enough to tear it down point by point, I am catching a distinct whiff of garbage. Something about this doesn't feel right.
- The art and literature portion of the forum probably isn't the happening place for science kiwis to hang, but if anyone knows more about how true this bullshit Maia is trying to shill really is, I'd love to hear about it.
- Meanwhile, Maia sits there lets her words just kind of float into her brain, coming to the conclusion that she is the way she is because of her physical makeup and neurology.
- Somehow, this makes everything she every believed about herself justified once again, finally allowing her to dispel the terrible shadow of Shari and her doubts.
- There are certain instances where I just don't get Maia's train of thought. Even supposing her issues are the consequence of bad hormones to the brain instead of being a spoiled autist, she has no proof! And how does that refute the social aspect of what Shari was saying - that certain aspects of the woke movement have anti-female undertones, just a philosophy? The only way to draw a straight line across all theses points is to run them over like a roadkill pancake and keep on trucking.
- Which is exactly what Maia does, because she has taken every wrong lesson a thankless midwit ever could from higher education and applied them to the foundation of her personality. She doesn't think critically, she doesn't doubt, she just hoovers up whatever she wants to hear and twists whatever information she's provided into her preconceived notions of reality, citing it all off with a bunch of fancy but ultimately vapid sources to ward off critique.
- She's the perfect opposite of everything a well educated person should be, and there are times where it's hard not to feel some level of disgust, both at her and the institutions that coddled her.
- After finishing up that the lecture, we return once more to pronoun land, and man, am I sick of being here.
- Maia finally works up the courage to buy a patch with her stupid spivak labels sometime in 2016.
- Then agonizes over if she should put it on or not it for twenty minuets straight. In the end, she's too weaksauce to wear them right then, but the idea has its teeth in her, and has really started to chew.
- The funny thing is this metaphor of solvable discomfort can be easily made to work against her. Fact is, small, solvable discomforts are something you're typically expected to fix by yourself - and rightly so. If you have a rock in your shoe, you take it out. Likewise, if you want a new, shiny set of pronouns, then by all means, call yourself whatever. But when you start bugging the rest of the world to sweep the stones from your path and use your made up terms as it were some kind of moral law, then please, do kindly, get fucked.
- Maia suffers for a couple of pages, vacillating between the pain of explaining herself to strangers versus the crippling misery of being referred to as a girl.
- Since I haven't posted IRL Maia recently and she lies about how feminine she really looks, here's a recent-ish pic off her instagram.
- Gee, I wonder why everyone thought this person was a chick, gosh, hrm, I wonder.
- She also has hair significantly darker than she ever depicts herself as having, which has confused me for a while now. She's normally pretty accurate with how she draws people, despite the chronic sameface and anatomical wonk, to the point where Genderqueer!Pheobe shares the same tattoo as Real!Pheobe, and Jaina Bee has nearly identical looks in real life to how she's depicted in the comic, complete with pink hair and flowers. Only Maia is significantly, egregiously distorted from her real life self.
- Anyway, one of Maia's friends who I can't be assed to remember suggests she solve her issues by making a comic about it, which comes so out of left field I can only read it as a ham handed push against the fourth wall more than real advice. Get it, because we're reading the comic, the one she made about it? Yukyukyuk.
- When Christmas rolls around, Maia is elated to get two whole binders, and wastes no time sticking them on for her entire shift at work.
- I wonder how fast she managed to transform her tits into those horrible pancake boobs that always seem to happen when you press on your mammories too much.
- But even with her titties pressed nice and flat, Maia still dreams of something more, something wonderfull -
- Never change, Maia, never change.