There's nothing genuine and warm about this man. He's a living advertisement. He tags everything he's wearing or showing off or gaining or fishing for. I seriously doubt he has anything or anyone fulfilling in his life, just the fleeting and hollow attention of others. Absolutely vain in every manner as he prances in womanface. He also poses awkwardly, like he isn't comfortable in the setting he put himself into.
That falsetto though. I think Mariah has queefed out more feminine musical notes.
Literally. It's dead. You killed it, Dylan.
Gay people look like shit nowadays.
What kind of kitsch-ass boudoirs are you getting invited to? It's the most sexless building I've ever seen. No self-respecting tart could ever bring a man home to that.
No self-respecting interior designer would ever put their name on that.
I TOLD YOU THERE'D BE MERCH!
I do not like this woman's aesthetic sensibilities.
It's a rental so that won't be Dylan's problem.
Dyldo dildo's and dilators.
Stupid, Barbie-pink "Days of Girlhood" hoodies and t-shirts that will go for $100 and $60, respectively.
He deliberately changes "feels" to a wrong, higher note because he knows he'd sound manly singing the low (for a female voice) note Kate Bush sings.
A while ago I happened upon an interesting video by a YouTube vocal coach (Ken Tamplin) with a nice explanation of how the surgery "works" and an anecdote about clocking a Canadian beauty contest troon in spite of the surgery and not knowing anything about troonery:
