I think just about every Superman fan has, at one time, truly wished that Superman were real. That there was someone out there, to paraphrase a catchy theme song, to save them.
A passionate kiss between heroes? Villains? Heroes and villains? We don’t care—a good smooch is a good smooch.
I was in London, on the way to a family wedding, when the news broke last month. “Superman has a boyfriend,” the headlines read. Everyone from my own parents to relatives I hadn’t seen in over a decade wanted to talk to me about this.