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Leaving behind his ruggedly blue-collar life as a railwayman, Alan Scott chose to fight crime wearing a green, red, and yellow trapeze artist outfit that far outshone Superman’s and anticipated the excesses of glam rock by thirty years. If Liberace had arrived at a Bel Air pool party dressed as the immaculate collision of circus aerialist with Christmas tree, the Green Lantern would still make him look drab by comparison—as well as thoroughly butch.
More Supergods. What is it like inside your head, Grant Morrison?

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