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It’s a blog, and a very good one at that. It makes me think of the days when you would go to someone’s Geocities page and they would have a shitload of images on there, taking forever to load. It was only a 14k modem for crying out loud! Jump to the future! Someone can put up galleries upon galleries of images that load in seconds! Super Underwear Perverts takes full advantage of this modern miracle to give us galleries upon galleries of sexy dude pics with an occasional superhero theme.

I don’t know if it’s the frequency of the posts, the number of images in them, the fun categories, or what but I highly enjoy seeing what’s new everyday. The labels include comic related things like “Mirror Master” and “Super Villain” as well as other things like “Spandex” and, my favorite, “Beer.” It’s an obeisance to alcohol’s ability to make straight dudes get it on with other dudes in some capacity or another.
As you scroll down the page of nerdy, weird but mostly sexy pictures, the sidebar has a ton of covers from comics, graphic novels and trade paperbacks as well as some pretty gay books. Now that I’ve enticed you and gotten you to red my review, you should go here and take a gander. If you like dudes ,then you’ll enjoy it. If you like comics you’ll enjoy it even more.

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Oh, Secret Santa!
This isn’t going to be a very good review. That is to say, the quality of my review will be poor. I don’t know if it was because of the drinks I had before and during the show or because I was just having such a great time, but I didn’t take many mental notes. I mean, I could describe the things that happened and jokes, but there is no way it would do the show justice. But I assure you, I give the Dina Martina Christmas Show the highest rating I might give if I had any sort of rating system.
One great thing a performer can do is put their audience at ease. I knew some audience participation would be involved, and I had an aisle seat. I get nervous about getting picked out of an audience sometimes. When the time came, she only picked people who raised their hands because she didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. How considerate! It makes me love her even more. Since I was in an aisle seat she still sang at me a couple of times.
The show was a mix of singing, videos, and handing out gifts (pronounced “jifts”). The singing was out of control of course, with its off-key, out-of-tune incorrect lyrics. She sang one song towards the end with a vocoder on her vocals. That’s the part where I laughed the hardest. The videos were fun, with Dina’s head imposed over old footage. My favorite was “It’s A wonderful Life”. The card said “…and every time angel gets it’s wings, Zuzu’s head spins around.” You can guess what happened after that.
The jifting was fun because you get to see what cool things people get (like Dr. Pepper flavored beef jerky) and there was a particularly creepy helper named “Secret Santa.” How to describe him…I can’t really. He had on a mask and wig and a dirty Santa’s hat. He didn’t say a word and was just generally creepy-looking as he held the bag with the jifts in it. I really wish I had a photo of him.
In all honesty, there isn’t a lot I can say about the show. I’m sure I could go in depth with it if I had been wearing my blogging goggles during the show, but I wasn’t. I can say that I’ve had more fun at this show than I have had in a while and you should really just go if you get a chance.

Here’s a video that also does not do the show justice.

This is a great song on it’s own and is more than likely to get stuck in your head. This video, however, is a huge let-down. First of all, don’t you think someone who was a satripper would be a little more…active? Why did he stop stripping, did he become paraplegic? It starts out promising with all this leather unbuckling and unzipping and such hottness, but quickly cools down and delivers rather boring visuals. About halfway through, the dude strokes some mechanical lever, it’s suggestive and fun but that’s it. Like a drop of water in the desert.
There’s a lyric “Tips in my g-string/Made my living.” At the end we see the stripping close ups again and when the pants actualy come off, is there a g-string? No, some baggy boxers that leave way too much to the imagination. We do get to see a hairy chest,though, that’s nice.
I will continue to listen to this song and am glad that I got to see the video at all, but I probably won’t watch the video again.