When I saw lean hottie Ron Ely in a loincloth in the ’60s prime time series Tarzan, that did it.
I knew I was gay.
I vividly remember mouthing to the screen, “You Tarzan, me gay.”
Thank you, Ron, for letting me dream about swinging on your vine.
When I saw lean hottie Ron Ely in a loincloth in the ’60s prime time series Tarzan, that did it.
I knew I was gay.
I vividly remember mouthing to the screen, “You Tarzan, me gay.”
Thank you, Ron, for letting me dream about swinging on your vine.