For years, they’ve been trying to convince us that ballet dancing is just as manly activity as anything else like lumbering, mining coal or providing for your family. Yeah, sure. There’s nothing more natural than a dude dangling his sack in a pair of tight leggings in your face skipping like My Little Pony and jamming to the tune of a 16/17/1800s classic.
As if being a male ballet dancer wasn’t gay enough – now, one dude decided to up the ante. Snip, snap and the dick holding him back was gone and he could embrace his split personality and live a happy life of mental disease in a society that enables that kind of wack shit.