Preaching to the choir here, but Junkie John does love his drugs.
You are still a fag John.
"I can name all of these girls and women who accepted my faggy tendencies without question in 1980s Mississippi, but I won't. It's because I respect their privacy, not because they don't exist! Shut up, transphobe! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!"
Also, I like how he says the quiet part out loud in how he viewed all his actions with these (totally real) women as purely transactional. In his telling, he never did anything but hang around and be a nuisance, asking shit that would make anyone uncomfortable ("what's it like to kiss a boy, explain it in detail, I'm definitely not going to masturbate to this later") and being a total fag. They totally were cool with everything and not just humoring the six-foot-plus autist gurning at them! That's assuming this happened, of course, which it didn't.
John's delusional fantasies of his childhood are hilarious, especially when he can't keep the lies straight. Sometimes he had the most oppressive and heartbreaking traumatic upbringing where he was ready to kill himself every other day, while other times he was free to be out and proud as a stunning and brave tranny in the making (in the 80s and 90s in southern Mississippi, let me remind you). He almost assuredly had a very boring and mundane childhood, but that's just not good enough for John Walker Flynt, every part of his existence has to be the most interesting thing possible. He simply can't handle being anything but amazing, so he shrouds himself in concocted fiction so he can avoid the truth that he's never been a notable person. I mean, aside from being a prime tranny lolcow, anyway.