balding angrily

I was doing some dicking around (har-har) on superdickery.com when I came across this. Most of the captures in the gallery I was looking at were instances of unintentional lapses of judgement on the part of the artist - pictures of Batman spanking Robin, pictures of Robin diving head-first into a crook’s behind, Robin’s face dripping with a white fluid. The picture below is obviously intentional, and I’m going to believe that it is a little present to Superman’s gay fans.

I’ve gone to a lot of comic book stores and asked about specifically gay characters, and the out and proud ones are usually kind of lame. (Yes, I’ve had to actually ask the comic book guy behind the counter. It’s very embarrassing, and Jerry can’t believe that I can do it, but I do, and I feel stronger for it.) It’s not like there’s a graceful way to shoehorn a gay story line into an action-based comic. If I were looking for more explicit images with men in superhero clothing, there’s plenty of that out on the web. And it’s usually lame. And horribly photoshopped. And the models are a dime-a-dozen. And what makes a superhero a SUPERHERO has been stripped from the images. Superheros, I think, as a matter of their nature, walk that strange line of being very sexual - wasp-y wastes, bulging muscles, chiseled features, revealing clothing - and being very wholesome - saving kitty-cats, waving to crowds, sparkling smiles, upholding values. That wholesomeness is what’s missing from those kinds of images, and that wholesomeness is what attracts me to superheros and Superman in particular.

But this kind of image is perfect. Sups is keeping it above the waist, but he’s also giving me a little poke - well, not so much a poke as a donkey-punch - to the campy quadrant of my cerebellum.