Maia isn't just tweeting; she's laying down the law that trans rights are human rights, armed with links and snark. She's the Robin Hood of the Bluesky forest—robbing no one but the haters of their ignorance.

From waterfowl dance-offs to tactical giffing, Maia's posts read like a gamer’s diary at the intersection of mental health and pixelated escapism—because why be sad when you can be sad while dancing with ducks in Elden Ring?

The political landscape is her playground, where she swings the metaphorical bat at every absurdity in sight. She even manages to make Andrew Tate and Darth Vader sound like they need a timeout, which is quite the feat.