Superman/Spider-Woman Bollywood Musical Number

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BREAKING: Sweet-On-Superman Sarge Sentenced

A Fort Eustis drill sergeant was sentenced to six months in military prison after pleading guilty on Monday to a series of training transgressions including an incident in which he instructed a subordinate to dress like Superman and simulate sex acts.

Staff Sgt. Edmundo Estrada was court-martialed for his actions and relationships with low-ranking soldiers(...) In an affidavit filed April 16, 2006, a soldier accused Estrada of sexually assaulting him. He said he came to Estrada complaining of depression, and that Estrada instructed him to dress in Spandex and pretend to be Superman, weakened by Kryptonite and undergoing sexual torture. The soldier said Estrada photographed him during these acts and threatened him if he refused to participate.

Soldiers from Estrada's previous unit said he demanded to photograph them shirtless and wearing spandex.

It's A Jew! It's A Gay! It's Superman!

The right wing board Free Republic is worried about Superman Returns. Is The Man Of Steel gay? Is he Jewish? Is he Jesus? Is he promiscuous? Does he hate America? Is he liberal?

Any possible curiosity value for me was lost when I learned that in the film he says he stands for "Truth, justice, and that other stuff."

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The new movie may have slick promos but the fact they made lois lane an unwed mother kills the mistique.

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I'm pretty much sick of the queer lobby in hollywood making every single movie into a gay propaganda flick. X-Men was supposed to be about 'tolerance'. Catwoman is now a dyke. The Writers Guild and the Directors Guild is completely infiltrated and they are trying hard to either convert all of us or destroy all entertainment.

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It's all about seizing innocence and perverting it any way they can.

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Yep. The homosexual lobby always takes that which is innocent and tries to pervert it to its own unnatural preferences.

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They really are getting more and more heterophobic by the day.

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Excuse me while I go throw up.

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Just seeing 2 men kiss makes me physically ill..and unfortunately this is something that the rabid gay people in New York keep forcing on the public .

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What red blooded American male is now going to want to walk into their local movie theater and see this now? Hey they can be what ever they want up in Manhattan or San Francisco, and I have no problem with it, but pleasssssssssse in public don't pervert my movies and tv.

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After this film was cast rumours on the net were that the star would come out the closet in the publicity run-up to the opening. I thought I'd wait to see if it was true. Now it doesn't matter if he does, no way I'm seeing this turkey.

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The gay crowd gets different movie posters and different trailers - like trailers featuring Superman coming out of a closet - literally. The studios act like gay men are the holy grail of box office and will pretty much turn anything into its gayest possible demoninator to appeal to them.

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The whole 'gayification' thing didn't start happening until the 80's after they somehow determined that if NY was ready for Studio 54 (which was basically a larger version of a typical gay club) then they could turn the rest of America gay.

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They also think Jesus was a homo.

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Better a Jewish Superman than a gay Superman.

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Ummmm...how many Jews grew up with goy parents in Kansas?

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A Jewish Superman would frost the Muslims, really twist them. I hope this theme takes off, no pun intended.

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The whole premise of Superman is Christianity based. Sending his only son to save the world....

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I guess, according to Hollywood, Jesus has to be either gay or secretly married to a prostitute. Jesus can't win in liberal la la land!

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They couldn't pay me enough to go see this pervert crap.

To be continued...

Man Of Smut

READ A DIRTY EXCERPT FROM
60s SUPERMAN EDITOR'S NOVEL

Connoisseurs of the Superman comics edited in the '60s by Mort Weisinger find inexhaustible humor and horror in his ambivalent--even hostile--treatment of love and sex (see Hembeck). But his, er, thrust went even deeper in a 1970 novel of the beauty pageant trade, The Contest, as you'll see in this filthy excerpt (courtesy of SUPERFRANKENSTEIN operative AGENT DOUBLE-4). It starts a little slowly, then gets crazy as you wanna be:

All at once, light spilled weakly around him from behind; he whirled to find Hazel standing in the doorway he had left. She leaned against the jamb, her outlined form surrounded by an aureole, beckoning him with a forefinger. He walked her shadow, as on a dark path to her.

Her face was drawn. She seemed utterly spent. She told him softly, "There was someone outside in the yard. He was trying to look in through one of the windows. The watchman chased him, but he got away."

Roger said, "Maybe it was just a house prowl, a burglar."

"No. A burglar would avoid a lighted place."

"What do you think?"

She shook her head. "I can't think. Maybe somebody knew I was coming here. Maybe I was followed." She paused. "Or maybe you're the one being followed."

"Impossible," he said with emphasis. "Why would anyone want to spy on me?"

Reflexly he reached out to touch her, to comfort her, taking her hand. It was their first physical contact in all the time they had been together. A voluptuous current sparked across the tactile synapse, and they shivered in the power of their commitment. It transcended all thought and reason, all denial, all defenses.

He kissed her hand and put her palm to his face and pulled her to him. She yielded to his arms, to his caress of her cheeks, her temples. He took her nape and tilted her head back and they kissed tenderly, barely brushing lips, tasting each other, their tongues gently explorative. How acutely he remembered her fragrance. Their mouths were locked, sucking breath from each other. His hands traced her spine and embraced the twin moons of her hind, pressing her to him, her lissome warmth curved to his loins. Eyes closed, he swam in a sea of gold, the gold of the bay water in sunlight the first time he had seen her, the gold in the mirror where he had found her again.

He swept her up in his arms and carried her deeper into the storeroom, to a low platform heaped with coffin pads, and slowly laid her down.

"Not here, not now," she whispered, holding on to his arms.

"Yes, baby."

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