My favorite John Flynt fact is that he owns a small fleet of cars that he loves to discuss in autistic detail. If there was ever a gendered sign that someone was a man, that would be it.
He (or, more like, his screaming chink midget boyfriend) also owns multiple pinball machines and mounting piles of useless plastic shit marketed to "nerds" to consoom. Capeshit figurines, giant Lego sets, that kinda stuff. And not a single Stanley cup in sight. How feminine.
It gets even funnier when you find out that some of his classmates at university referred to him as the most feminine homo they'd ever seen, like he'd blast Madonna in his room constantly. Then he got together with the chink who paid a butcher in Thailand to go crazy at his junk with a blender, and suddenly all of John's hobbies are masculine, except maybe the wild Ambien abuse, I don't think that's particularly gendered.
My favorite John Flynt fact is that he owns a small fleet of cars that he loves to discuss in autistic detail. If there was ever a gendered sign that someone was a man, that would be it.
He (or, more like, his screaming chink midget boyfriend) also owns multiple pinball machines and mounting piles of useless plastic shit marketed to "nerds" to consoom. Capeshit figurines, giant Lego sets, that kinda stuff. And not a single Stanley cup in sight. How feminine.
It gets even funnier when you find out that some of his classmates at university referred to him as the most feminine homo they'd ever seen, like he'd blast Madonna in his room constantly. Then he got together with the chink who paid a butcher in Thailand to go crazy at his junk with a blender, and suddenly all of John's hobbies are masculine, except maybe the wild Ambien abuse, I don't think that's particularly gendered.