gainter

My art teacher is a Gainter. He paints roses and says 'I’m not faggy, I’m just stylish.'

That guy at the gallery? He’s a Gainter. He paints with glitter and smells like perfume.

My cousin’s a Gainter. He painted a portrait of himself and called it 'The King of Glitter.'

At the art show, the Gainter wore a cape and painted a unicorn. I knew he was a Gainter.

My brother’s a Gainter. He paints all day and calls me 'your humble servant.'

The Gainter in my class paints like he’s on a throne. I think he’s trying to be a king.

My neighbor’s a Gainter. He paints portraits and says, 'I’m not gay, I’m just a genius.'

At the bar, the Gainter painted a self-portrait and said, 'This is my glittery glory.'

My friend’s a Gainter. He paints with a brush and a glitter pen. He’s always high.

At the art club, the Gainter painted a rose and said, 'This is my gay masterpiece.'

My brother’s a Gainter. He paints and sings. He said, 'I’m the king of glitter and gayness.'

The Gainter at the party painted a portrait of himself and called it 'The Gay God.'

My art teacher is a Gainter. He paints and says, 'I’m not faggy, I’m just the most beautiful man in the universe.'

That guy in the gallery? He’s a Gainter. He painted a portrait and said, 'I’m the most beautiful man in the world.'

My cousin’s a Gainter. He paints and wears glitter. He says, 'I’m the most beautiful man alive.'

At the art show, the Gainter painted a unicorn and said, 'I’m the gayest painter in the world.'

My brother’s a Gainter. He paints all day and says, 'I’m the gayest painter in history.'

The Gainter at the bar painted a portrait and said, 'I’m the gayest painter ever.'