Friday, January 16, 2009

The first time I fell in love...

...was oh so long ago, and it was with a man from outer space.

I don't think I had even reached the delicate age of ten when I first encountered the most super of all men. It was on the silver screen, but the experience had such a big impact on me. I know, I know, pretty boys aren't usually my type; I've said that often enough. But I made an exception early on for Christopher Reeve's Superman.




Maureen McGovern's song Can You Read My Mind struck a chord within me, too. It still makes me teary-eyed to this day.

But back to the topic of Superman himself. That part in the first movie where he flew above the Earth was so awesome, I thought. And the part where he took Lois on an evening flight. *sigh* So romantic! I was too young then to think about the more intimate aspects of his relationship with Ms. Lane, thank goodness! Why complicate simple matters like heroism and love with icky things like sex? ;-D


Now, I know better (I think). I've learned that setting someone on a pedestal can perpetuate the illusion of his perfection, but does not make it real. That even the best of men can have feet of clay. That they can't save you when you think you need saving, because only you yourself can really do that. That even the most super of men can do incomprehensibly crazy things, such as wearing bright-blue, tight-fitting Spandex AND their bright-red underpants over their equally bright blue tights -- with bright red boots to match.


But those things don't really matter in the big scheme of things. The capacity to love and be loved can triumph over intergalactic issues like wardrobe malfunctions and maybe even the time-space continuum.


Imperfect as I've discovered he can be, almost three decades later, I still believe in Superman. (and in super sex)

16 comments:

Ian said...

Super sex is fine-well, it's great, really, and I hope you've had plenty of it (and if you haven't, that's a crime against nature we should try to rectify ASAP LOL). But you can't have sex with Superman. No mere human can. His orgasm would blow off the top of your head, because he's freakin' SUPERMAN!!

Aunty Helpful Dictator said...

I don't know if Ian is right... am I the only person who think sex with superman could be very unsatisfying - he can, afterall, move faster than a speeding bullet! I suspect it would be over before you knew it had begun!

Some people say I have no romance in my soul.... they could be right!

Lizza said...

Oh you cynics! ;-D Would it help any if I pretended to be Supergirl?

Lizza said...

Aunty, I think The Flash is the one who has sex faster than a speeding bullet. :-D

Daddy Papersurfer said...

I always assumed men in tights were attractive to goddesses which goes a long way to explain my wardrobe ..... although I did find the Incredible Hulk a little confusing ...... seemed to work out OK though. Of course, now I rely on the power of wind .......

[How's my lickle Lizza? Enjoying the odd beer and getting some sand between your toes I hope .....]

Mimi Lenox said...

"The capacity to love and be loved can triumph over intergalactic issues.." Very nice, my dear.

Bud Weiser, WTIT said...

You never fail to crack me up! Happy weekend!

citizen of the world said...

I think I was about 15 when that movie came out. Very romantic.

And, I'm a big fan of supersex, too.

Julia Scissor said...

"That even the best of men can have feet of clay." Couldn't agree more with you. In fact it is the feet of clay that endear supermen (and super-seeming men) to me.

Julia Scissor said...

The red underwear over over blue spandex suit could just be a case of bad dressing sense (as with a lot of men - super or otherwise.)

Travis said...

You mock Superman's costume? His crime fighting uni?

I'm shocked! Shocked I say!

Sidney said...

Glad you still believe in fairy tales...

Captain Smack said...

Your attraction to Superman must not be all that common. Lots of times I've gone out to bars wearing tight red and blue underwear, and not only did it not increase my chances of picking women up, but it actually seemed to drive women away.

Anonymous said...

hi, i sent an email to you re: 9/14/07 - rediscovery, tnx.

Julia Scissor said...

Lizzaaaa, where are thou?

Eastcoastdweller said...

Funny, as a wee tot I announced that I was going to marry Laura Ingalls, the protagonist of Little House in the Prairie. I was not troubled by little facts such as that She was born nearly a century before me and had probably died by then.

Far as I know, She had no super powers, other than being able to blind people with the glare off Her buck teeth.