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Spoiler Alert: New Superman Review (James Gunn version) I went in with high expectations… maybe too high. The film jumps straight into the action—no origin story, no buildup. Clark is already Superman, already living on Earth. All of that is explained through a somewhat clunky series of title cards in the opening. The movie leans hard into Guardians of the Galaxy-style humor, which felt out of place for the tone. Some jokes land. Most don’t. Not surprised given Gunn wrote and directed those movies. I didn’t feel it worked here. David Corenswet and Rachel Brosnahan share decent chemistry, but Nicholas Hoult as Lex Luthor never gave me a reason to believe Superman was in any real danger. He came off more petulant than menacing, and his arc didn’t build to anything truly memorable. And Nathan Fillion? Completely miscast as Green Lantern. There’s a genuinely sweet moment with Clark’s adoptive parents, and an intriguing twist involving his Kryptonian lineage that adds something fresh to the mythology. Beyond that, Clark’s inner life is barely explored. For a character caught between two worlds, it all felt surprisingly surface-level. In trying to be everything—funny, epic, emotional—the film ends up being a little bit of nothing. Not terrible, just not iconic.

Recently saw the musical “& Juliet” on Broadway and must confess I really enjoyed it! It’s a jukebox musical. I didn’t know many of the songs, which were evidently written by Max Martin, a prolific songwriter known for writing songs for popular boy bands. They were performed by a cast with so much heart and energy. A fun, clever, and surprisingly sweet twist on Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet that left me smiling way more than I expected. Worth seeing if you want something fun and light.

I actually enjoy the Fast & Furious movies, which definitely require a massive suspension of disbelief and it’s the same thing over and over again (although… those last two 🤯). I just think there’s a difference between turning your brain off for fun and feeling like the movie thinks you don’t have one. I don’t need Citizen Kane, but I do appreciate a little craft, a little care. Even chaos can have intention. But hey—the beauty of art is, it’s subjective.

That’s interesting—I’ve never considered seeing someone I used to date for services. Mind sharing how that dynamic works for you or came about?

I agree—he’s been consistently and reliably cruel.

You’ve described yourself as bi, a former wrestler, good-looking, with thousands of partners. If that’s true, then this isn’t coming from someone who’s been excluded—it’s coming from someone who’s had access and power in the sexual world. Which makes this all the more disappointing. Because what you’re doing here isn’t realism. It’s fear disguised as wisdom. It’s the voice of someone terrified of losing the privilege they once had, trying to rationalize their decline by projecting shame onto everyone else. And let’s be clear: telling people to “stay in their lane” based on their looks is cruel. Reducing attraction to a merit-based economy where age and weight disqualify you from even hoping for chemistry with someone hotter? That’s not honest. That’s just bitter. What strikes me most—especially since this isn’t the first time you’ve posted something like this—is how obsessed you are with whether providers would consider sex with larger men. It’s oddly clinical, like you’re trying to quantify desire. But this isn’t economics or evolutionary theory—it’s projection. You’re not describing a system. You’re describing your own fear of becoming unwanted and trying to universalize it so you’re not alone in that fear. You’re not just naming your own insecurity—you’re codifying it into a worldview. One where people who already feel undesirable are told they should be. That their standards are delusional. That they don’t deserve what they want. It’s elitism with a self-pity twist. What’s saddest to watch is that instead of meeting rejection with empathy—for yourself or for others—you’re passing it forward. You could offer understanding. Instead, you close the door on others behind you.

Let’s see. Holes don’t come with instruction manuals—but they do appreciate foreplay. Never trust a man with zero pillows. That’s a trap. If he puts on Enya… run. That’s how cults start. Stretch like you’re prepping for the floor routine at Nationals. If he offers water after, marry him. If he offers juice, phone a friend. You got this. Arch your back and lie with confidence. 💅

His profile indicates he only meets women or bottoms. Do a lot of women use RentMen?

THIS! Full stop. This shouldn’t be a radical concept. That’s just being a decent human. It costs zero dollars to treat people with dignity.

Gee, I wonder who could’ve possibly planted that idea in their heads? 👀

I didn’t know you were a top too. He’s a nice guy. Depending on what you’re looking for, he might be a great option for you. And if big balls are your thing—he’s definitely got those. You could spend an hour just playing with them.

If you’re in Chicago and not getting any traction from that guy, try this one: https://rent.men/AlxWard He’s also into feet. Good luck!

So you see yourself as one of the Grady girls from The Shining? Fitting. They weren’t real people—just echoes of madness and decay. All that was missing was someone to hold your hand. 😘

Who needs dishes or clothes? There’s a lot to be done in eternity. 😂

I’d be quick to remind him as I slowly removed his boxers… cupped and squeezed his ass… well, you get the idea. 😂

https://rent.men/AlxWard He’s big everywhere!

I hope you said for eternity.

I’m kind of ambivalent about it. For me, what really matters—porn star or not—is whether the person is kind, respectful, and creates a safe, judgement-free space for us. I’d treat the encounter no differently than I would with anyone else. I do have a school yard crush on Rocco Steele. The only downside (if you want to call it that) I could see is that I’ve seen a lot of his work, so I come in with a set of expectations that aren’t entirely fair to place on a person. Fantasy is edited. Real connection isn’t. And I’d rather be surprised than compare.

You’re far too kind. Thanks for brightening mine. 😘

Shirtless was the only humane thing to do—for science, for thirst, for the dinosaur.

Luckily, I’m not here for the soles—I’m here for the soul. 😉

I’ve had plenty of things happen on Zoom—technical difficulties, awkward silences, existential dread—but anal orgasms? That’s a first. Bravo!

Ed’s very handsome. Missed opportunity not having him swim shirtless, especially since he’s a real-life swim coach.

I forgot about Ed Skrein. Fingers crossed on Superman.