I realize I write for the gay version of Tiger Beat, but I’m usually able to come up with SOME words to string together in a legible way on a given subject. Except for last Tuesday night. As I’ve statused on Facebook a couple of times – “I got “nuthin’.” It’s up to better writers than myself to create something eloquent to light up the dark that we’ve found ourselves in.
Oh, wait, I DO have a message for a certain 14% of the LGBTQ community.
You do realize who Orangina Scrotum Face’s backup is, right? So, if Trump gets impeached or whatevs, we’ve got a guy in the White House who thinks we all need to be fixed. That should work out splendidly for all of us. Way to fucking go, you cowardly motherfuckers. I know the flinging of blame is useless, but this really enraged me. Fear is no excuse to sell your people out. Just sayin’. (Apparently, I DID have something to say.)
Ok, where was I? Right – thirst. So I went to see Dr. Strange to drown my sorrows in some comic-book sorcery. It was pretty good. The visuals were rad (it’s one of those flicks you should see in 3D IMAX if you can), and it was a fairly involving superhero story (if you are one of those who can get involved in superhero stories). The high point for me was the bad guy’s chief henchbody. I looked him up afterwards. His name is Scott Adkins. He’s a stuntman/actor and he is FOINE.
Here he is on the Dr. Strange set being athletic and martial-arty AF.
Anyway, he’s been in a bunch of flicks I haven’t seen but has apparently been playing “Hot Dude Who Knows Guns And Karate” for awhile now.
If you like shredded dudes and need a distraction before gathering yourself and helping to make sure this never happens again, there’s more pics of Scott Adkins below.
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