I mean: look at him: built. like a brick shit-house; clad in a tight black tunic, clinging to his skin by magnets. And then there was Jan Arrah, Element Lad, with his pink, confection-colored candy outfit; to be replaced by a new outfit, featuring a phallic arrow going up from groin to shoulder. Realizing he was gay, when his Irish-themed girlfriend, Shvaughan Erin, revealed she was trans. And that, on some level, he’d known all along. And that was why he fell for her in first place.
That was the trouble, and the boon, of Jan Arrah’s mutable sexuality: his consistency in attraction focused on gender identity politics.
LONG LIVE THE LEGION.
It was agains this gay backdrop I created THE MAN: A HERO FOR OUR TIME. I created an unapologetically gay superhero. Something people clamored for in those days when queer superheroes culminated in the enlarged nipples of the new BATMAN & ROBIN film,
Crickets.
I foolishly hoped all the critics who lambasted pop culture for not doing this, would rush to embrace my creation. But a white, middle class gay hero, created before gender politics was a thing; proved not diverse enough to embrace.
C’est la vie, and fuck y’all.
Bitter, party of 1.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.
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