Mine was lean, lithe Ron Ely, who wore a loincloth and swung around on a very long vine in TV’s Tarzan. I used to watch the show religiously, and I came to realize it wasn’t the interspecies banter with the chimp that proved so mesmerizing to me–it was all that sweaty jungle flesh. I can’t say that Ely’s navel turned me gay, but it certainly cemented it.
A close runner up was Fred Flintstone, whom I fantasized as a sort of hus-bear, wondering just how I could get him away from whiny Wilma.
So who was your first famous crush? And did you ever connect and make it a reality? Are you now Mrs. Flintstone?