(This is not the blog I thought I would be writing today – I had already come so close to finishing one on Library Kink…so coming soon!!!!!)

The greatness of Superman comics is pretty great.

I like to think about it in relation to two things. First, there is the obvious Nietzsche reference that is always accessible, just in case you get bored with the actual plot. And then, there is always always all of the BIPOLARS who fly around all the time as if they are Superman – coming to save you and love you and make you feel safe, and then you do the whole “There was nothing he couldn’t do and he was gonna take me, LaLa LaLa, with him” but when they transform into their alter ego you do not get the sweet, dorky Clark Kent at all… YOU GET BIZARRO! (Although you never really knew if it was Bizarro or Superman who seduced you in the first place, but irregardless, it worked.) He starts saying things like “Me like tough girl. Maybe you be my queen when me am King of the Earth,” and it certainly seems questionable, but he was Superman last time you checked, and you were so stunned to be in the presence of such a creature in the first place that it wasn’t like you could expect things to ever make sense anyway.

But then, it becomes, “Me did understand. Me still opposite of you, but not the way you think — you stupid, me smart. You weak, me powerful! You am servant of the world, me be its master!” – and then you’re like “FUCK! so that’s what happened! i couldn’t quite figure it out, but i finally got it!”

And now we are back to Nietzsche.

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