2026.05.DisappearingMoment: Sexy M.F.

You thought that I could not get any sexier. I was sure of it myself. Sorry, Polymarket, it happened. “Impossible,” I see in your thought bubble. “You already have Tom Jones’s presence, John Coltrane’s embodied artfulness, and Brad Pitt’s I-love-to-watch-him-go. The only thing that could make you hotter would be if you slept in a night guard.” You would be right. If your dentist tells you to get a…