It is tragically, tragically true that as a very young gay boy, I had the hots for Jethro Bodine, aka Max Baer. Fortunately, the infatuation passed.
I also was drawn to Ricky Nelson, a phenotype (pretty, luscious lips, thick hair) I NEVER outgrew.He's mine.
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No Beverly Hillbillies residuals, obvs. Bed-in-a-Bag, Max? Oh dear.
ReplyDeleteI also had lusty eyes for Get Smart's Dick Gautier. I can only imagine that even as a tender pre-teen, I had unclean thoughts about what I could program Hymie the Robot to do for me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ykG7wyRZvs
Hymie shows up about 1:28 in.
Well, with that come hither, off the shoulder look he's working, I don't know how *anyone* could resist the charms of Jethro there.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I remember feeling all tingly and confused while watching Parker Stevenson for some reason.
Jethro shouldn't be so casual about who he throws outta bed. Even a woeful Teddy Bear needs love, too.
ReplyDeleteNice lipstick on Ricky. Miss J will let Mr. P keep him.
Jethro was cute in his double naught spy days but Ricky was the dreamiest.
ReplyDeleteomg!! jethro? what happened??? ricky nelson...so cute. i'll let you have him this time...
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