I’m still stuck on Michael Rosenbaum from Smallville. Curiously, he’s only attractive without hair.
Celebrity crushes are a strange, strange breed of crush. They seem to simultaneously juxtapose free objectification and huge amounts of access. Or, to put it another way, I mused once upon a time that seeing Superman fall to his knees in pain was far hotter than seeing a random man do the same. Why? It’s all in the emotion. Superman and I, we have a history. He has a character. He’s that much closer to real while still being essentially fake. A living fantasy.
This Michael Rosenbaum/Lex Luthor thing has gone on for months. He’s taken up permanent fantasy-harem residence. He spends most of his time crying.
I find the length of this crush a little disturbing, actually. I’ve never seen Rosenbaum in a single other film (apparently he did drag for Sorority Girls?) and at this point he is Lex Luthor. And Lex Luthor is…damn. He is the hottest super-genius potentially submissive brilliant asshole ever to walk the face of comics.
And in case no one has noticed yet, yes, I do have a thing for submissive, brilliant assholes.
One of the reasons this is a little disturbing is because I’ve realized recently that Rosenbaum’s facial structure is an almost exact match for a boy I knew in high school. Now my high school memories are getting a bit confused, and a whole lot steamier.
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