WHEN LOIS MADE A GOD KNEEL
A Blacksite Literature™ Breakdown of Superman II, Male Frame Loss, and the Weaponization of Female Approval
It starts with a cape and ends with a crawl.
Superman II isn’t just a movie about three intergalactic tyrants trying to take over Earth.
It’s a film about what happens when a god gives up his sovereignty to please a woman who never respected the man... only the mask.
And that’s where we begin.
THE FIRST RED FLAG? SHE NEVER LIKED CLARK.
Let’s get one thing straight:
Lois never “fell” for Clark.
Because the dorky journalist with minimum-wage energy and awkward posture couldn’t possibly be enough to satisfy her arousal profile.
She didn’t stumble onto his identity.
She chased it -- and not out of love, but infatuation with power.
“Clark, you seem… different.”
Yeah, because the real man is hidden behind the costume of the weakling she’d never f*ck.
NIAGARA FALLS: WHERE “NERDY CHAD” STARTS TO LOOK GOOD
Lois throws herself off a railing.
She literally risks death... because she’s so sure Clark is Superman.
But that’s not the part that should’ve sent warning bells ringing.
It’s the moment when, while cleaning in the hotel room, she suddenly starts to see him.
Because Clark starts leaking power.
She smells something off-brand ... and in women, that always means on-brand arousal.
This wasn’t about “love.”
This was about the Chad math checking out.
THE FIREPLACE: THE MOMENT HE F*CKED HIMSELF
He lands in a literal fire.
Doesn’t burn. Doesn’t flinch.
He stands up like nothing happened.
And instead of holding frame?
Instead of saying “Keep guessing, Lois.”
“F*ck it, you nosey broad. Happy now?”
THE GHOST DAD SAID NO, BUT SIMP ENERGY PREVAILED
We get to the Fortress of Solitude.
We see Kryptonian ancestors -- literal cosmic hologram royalty -- tell him not to do it.
“You give up your powers… you will never fcking get them back.”
He listens to the emotional pull of a woman who loved the god, not the man.
The same woman who never kissed Clark Kent
until she realized he wasn’t Clark Kent.
DE-POWERED AND DISRESPECTED IN A BAR BY A TRUCKER
Until he goes into a diner and gets his ass handed to him by a truck driver named “Rock” who calls Lois ‘sweetheart’ and backhands him into a pinball machine.
You know what’s worse than losing a bar fight?
Losing one when the woman you gave your powers up for is watching.
Her nervous system disconnected that day.
She knew the god was gone.
THE WALK OF SHAME TO THE FORTRESS — NORTH POLE EDITION
Literally limps back into the frozen tundra.
He walks back to apologize to the ghosts of his ancestors for letting pssy override destiny.*
Zod, Ursa, and Non -- literal cosmic fascists -- just walked through the White House like it was a DMV.
They made the President kneel.
They were broadcasting world conquest in real-time.
On his “I think I made a mistake” arc.
ZOD DIDN’T WIN. LOIS DID.
Zod may have conquered the White House.
But Lois conquered the soul.
And in many ways? That’s worse.
Because Superman didn’t get manipulated by force.
He gave it away with open consent.
He chose mortal love over immortal legacy.
He betrayed the divine archetype of masculine frame... for validation.
SUPERMAN IS THE MAN. CLARK IS THE MASK.
That’s what Lois never understood.
She thought Clark was the “real him.”
She thought she was peeling back layers to find authenticity.
Clark is the containment suit.
Superman is who Kal-El is when he isn’t hiding for your comfort.
Clark is what he wears to be acceptable to a species that doesn’t deserve him.
She didn’t fall for the man.
She fell for the illusion of taming the man.
THE LESSON? NEVER LOSE YOUR FRAME FOR LOVE.
He walked into a chamber that removed his genetic dominance.
He hollowed out the legacy of an alien god king
so he could lay in a bed next to someone who only touched him once he could fly.
The moment he got his powers back?
BECAUSE HERE’S THE UNSEEN TRUTH:
She thought she could make them merge.
But when Clark folded, when Superman gave up his heritage?
And it wasn’t what she needed.
And that’s the story of 80% of modern relationships.
SUPERMAN II IS A CAUTIONARY TALE. NOT A LOVE STORY.
A power-to-pleasure downgrade wrapped in red tights.
It ends with a magical kiss that erases her memory.
Which means even the screenwriters knew:
No woman could respect a man
She loved the status of proximity to Superman.
He gave up his powers for her.
Erased her memory so she wouldn’t remember how hard he simped.
And people call that romantic.
That’s emasculation with a cape.
That’s frame loss with special effects.
Reblog if you’ve ever watched a man surrender power to please someone who never wanted him weak
Save this if you’ve ever lost something sacred trying to be “enough”
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