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~maya_chan
Sup.
I'm Maia.
Used to be forced to give half a damn, now I can't~
Full-time job ranting and raving about intersectional feminism, out to destroy the patriarchy one Nice Guy at a time~
Part-time job teaching and doing research for my PhD. Yeah, life goals~
I tolerate no BS and that apparently makes me a bitch~
Used to draw and stopped because life works like that~
[they/them]
I'm Maia.
Used to be forced to give half a damn, now I can't~
Full-time job ranting and raving about intersectional feminism, out to destroy the patriarchy one Nice Guy at a time~
Part-time job teaching and doing research for my PhD. Yeah, life goals~
I tolerate no BS and that apparently makes me a bitch~
Used to draw and stopped because life works like that~
[they/them]
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Stuff.
12 years agoI'm probably easing myself into submitting more art here, because submitting art again would mean I'd have to pick up drawing...again. Dx
Anywhoodles.
I was walking around my town the other day when I was stopped by a little boy who asked how my hair turned out to be blue. Naturally, I responded that I'm friends with Irish Pixies who reward me with something different every time I help them out. It snowballed into a discussion teaching a 5 year old old wives tales from Ireland, and ended with a furious mother grabbing him by the collar and instructing him to never talk to someone 'like that Godless woman' again.
godless.
God. Less.
I am a godless woman for knowing mythology.
Or is it the blue hair?
The multiple piercings?
The gauges?
The Elvish tattoo on my forearm?
Pray tell, suburbia mother who's probably fucking the gardener, what makes me godless and what makes you worthy?
You can't tell just by looking at me what my plans in life are.
-->My struggles.
-->The pain I bear.
-->You couldn't see the scar on my chest underneath my peacoat bearing a constant reminder of a night I wish to permanently erase.
-->The love I feel.
-->My religion.
-->My spirituality.
-->Who I am as a soul or as a person.
While she, in her pumps, pleather miniskirt, too-short shirt, orange skin, botox'd lips and swelled tits is deserving of God's love and judgment.
I feel so bad for that little boy.
Who, by the by, excitedly proclaimed to his mom that Pixies are real and aren't as malevolent as stories make them out to be.
I'm bored with this story.
So for NYE, I played strip dreidel. It was awkward and even though I was naked, I hid under a blanket.
I'm sick.
I got to kiss a cute girl, though.
And a cute guy.
Glasses~
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