I'm Not Afraid to Admit

I Have a Superman Kink

I never really thought I had a “type.” I always figured that if I vibed with someone, then it worked — simple as that.

But after a lot of reflection (and, let’s be honest, some very specific crush patterns), I’ve come to accept a hard truth:

I have a Superman kink.

Not the costume. Not the superpowers. But the energy. That unwavering goodness, the protector vibe, the man who has the ability to crush you but chooses to hold you gently instead. The man who steps into his role and responsibilities, but still sees the world with child-like hope and vows to protect it.

I know I talk a lot about Christ Consciousness — and the ideals that Superman lives by. And I know there may have been times, especially online, when I may have come across as though I was speaking from some lofty mountaintop, looking down on others for not finding common ground in perspectives. But I want to make something perfectly clear:

I’m not drawn to that Superman energy because I think I’m walking in it.

I’m drawn to it because I crave it. Because that energy reflects the version of myself I want to rise into — the one I haven’t quite had the strength to embody fully, but deeply believe in.

That quiet strength. That unwavering integrity. That self-restraint in the face of chaos. That ability to protect without controlling, and to love without losing purpose.

I don’t have it all together. I’m messy, impulsive, and emotional. I’ve doubted myself more times than I can count. Lately, I haven't had the courage to put myself out there to either make new connections or rebuild old ones because I still feel like I'm in hermit-mode. But I’m determined to move towards the highest version of myself — so I can show up in this world with purpose, integrity, and a heart that helps wherever it’s needed— and I tend to be drawn to men who inspire me to be better just by being who they are. Not because they preach at me or force me to change or make me feel bad about where I'm at, but because the energy they hold naturally invites me to rise.

That’s what the Superman archetype is for me. Not some fictional character that no man can live up to, but rather a mirror of the men that I have loved in my lifetime. Of the divine masculine energy I want to dance with. Of the light I want to live up to, even when I feel stuck in the dark.

When I think about all the men I’ve loved deeply in my life, they all seem to carry this Superman-type energy. Whether it was their country-boy charm, their salt-of-the-earth nature, or their quiet desire to help the people around them — they each exuded something noble.

I’ve been drawn to their reliability, honesty and steadiness. Their leadership — whether loud or subtle. Their dedication to caring for their bodies and striving toward a bigger mission. The way they were willing to sacrifice immediate gratification for the sake of something greater.

I’ve loved the way they stayed goofy, even when I was upset — sometimes especially when I was upset. I love their consideration, their kindness, and their empathy — all of these qualities just seemed to genuinely pour out of them. And above all, their constant desire to become better men — not for validation, but because something inside them knew they were meant for more.

Over the years, I’ve noticed that what really turns me on isn’t just how a man looks — it’s how he shows up in the world. It’s the way he is around children and animals — both playful and protective, soft and strong. The way he sees beauty in nature and in a sunset, and how excited he gets when he talks about the things that give him life. It's the way he treats his friends and family with genuine care. The way he quietly goes out of his way to help others and to stand up for what is right, not for recognition, but because kindness lives inside him.

That kind of energy? That energy is a panty-dropper for me. Every time.

I don’t feel like I carry Superman energy — not really. If anything, I’ve always strived for that Lois energy: playful, inquisitive, fiercely loyal. And if I ever do find that type of love again, I hope I have the courage to protect and care for him in the ways that I can — to reflect the Superman I see in him, especially when he forgets he’s wearing the cape. To be better than I was in the past.

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To help illustrate everything I’ve shared above, I’m including a couple of clips from the final season of Smallville. Rewatching them made me realize just how much this show has influenced the way I view relationships.

In these scenes, Clark is still struggling with his destiny — and hesitating to fully commit to Lois. He’s then taken into the future, where he sees a version of his life in which Lois knows all his secrets and is fully in his corner. Not only does she protect his identity, but she’s also thriving in her own purpose as a top reporter at the Daily Planet.

This shows Clark that a future with Lois isn’t a compromise — it’s a collaboration. They’re able to do what they do best because they’re doing it together.

The point of Clark visiting the future is to show him the hero he’s destined to become — not just the power of Superman, but the presence of Superman. In one of the most pivotal moments, his future-self tells him not to fear what lies ahead, but to step into it fully — and gives him a mission: save Lois.

The reason I wanted to include this next clip is because I know that feeling Lois has on the rooftop, right after Clark saves her and she can't help but kiss him. It’s not about the suit, the muscles, or the spectacle — it’s the essence of who he is. It’s that moment when you're completely turned on by your partner — not because of how they look, but because of how they show up. Because of how deeply you love and admire the soul inside them.

When that energy is mutual, when the connection is safe, passionate, and fueled by shared purpose — it becomes electric. It feels like you can’t get enough of each other. The intimacy keeps building, not just physically but energetically.

That, to me, is Tantra.

These clips remind me that the kind of love I’m drawn to isn’t just about romance — it’s about partnership, purpose, and being able to reflect the best in each other, even when one of us forgets who we are.

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Watching these scenes again — especially through the lens of who I am now — reminded me why I’ve always been drawn to this kind of energy.

Not just the superhero fantasy… but the feeling of being met, seen, protected, and inspired. Of loving someone not for their perfection, but for their presence. And of becoming more of myself because of how they show up in their lives.

Whether you’ve experienced that kind of love or are still calling it in — I believe it's the kind of connection we all deserve. One that activates you. One that softens you. One that makes you feel like the most radiant, powerful, and playful version of yourself.

That kind of love is sacred. And when the energy flows both ways, when it uplifts and awakens you — that, too, is Tantra.

So I’ll ask you this:

🌀 What kind of energy are you magnetized by — not just romantically, but spiritually?

🌀 And what would it look like to become the kind of partner who reflects that energy right back?

Happy Tantra Tuesday, Lovers!! Spread that love that the world needs right now 💞