Apr 29, 2017
1. The Ghosts (Casper, Spooky, Ghostland, Spooktown), whose weird paranormal and science fiction adventures were full of gay subtexts.
2. Hot Stuff the Little Devil (Hot Stuff, Sizzlers, Devil Kids). Sometimes he had paranormal and science fiction adventures, too, but more often he was stuck in crazy pun-ridden lands that made no sense.
4. Richie Rich. Usually he was insufferable, with joke stories about how rich he was. Who cares? But sometimes there were fun adventure and spy stories.
5. The Girls with Halfway Interesting Adventures (Little Lotta, Little Dot).
6. The Girl with Incredibly Boring Adventures (Little Audrey).
Baby Huey was a gigantic duck toddler in a diaper and bonnet who got involved in slapstick shenanigans. He had super-strength, like Little Lotta, but combined with basic lack of understanding of how anything worked. The result was mayhem. He rarely if ever saved the day, although sometimes he succeeded through pure dumb luck.
He sparred with three normal-sized ducks who disapproved of him, and a fox who kept trying to eat him. (Although the ducks were civilized and lived in cities, they were still likely to be victimized by predators.)
And he had an annoying lisping girlfriend, Matilda. What did she see in the baby giant? "You're so big and shtrong, Huey!" I get it -- he was three times the size of a normal duck, so if he was proportional beneath the belt...
Who'd believe that there were 92 issues of Baby Huey (1956-1972), plus compendium titles Baby Huey Duckland (1962-66) and Baby Huey and Papa (1962-68).
As in all of the Harvey comics, there was a big change in theme and emphasis after 1966. Baby Huey was still wearing a stupid bonnet and diaper, but he was older, able to go out on adventures by himself.
A sort of inventor, Dimwit popped in out of nowhere and announced "I want to take Cousin Huey on a trip to the Moon!" Huey's parents would, strangely enough, permit this.
My favorite Huey/Dimwit stories:
1, They build a mechanical Frankenstein that terrorizes the town.
2. Trying to fly to Florida, they end up at the North Pole
3, They're hired by the governmnt to take top-secret pictures.
4. They use dehydrating pills to foil a criminal gang.
5. They take a wrong turn and end up kidnapped by spies.
Still humorous/slapstick, but with enough buddy bonding and nick-of-time rescues to create at least minimal gay subtexts.
Boy, I could really find it everywhere, couldn't I?
1. James Ramos (left), the front man for Baby Huey and the Babysitters, 1970s precursors to the hip hop style. He weighed 350 pounds.
2. MMA fighter Tito Ortiz (top photo). He's not fat at all.
3. Hell's Angels motorcycle club member George Wethern.
Baby Huey is also:
1. A popular dance club and hipster hangout in Toronto
2. A moving company in Katy, Texas, and
3. A barbecue restaurant in Fremont, Nebraska.
In his first incarnation, premiering in Marvel Comics #1 (1939), he was an android villain who burst into flame whenever he was exposed to air. But he quickly learned to control his flaming, reformed, and became a superhero, single-handedly ending World War II by assassinating Hitler.
In Human Torch Comics #2 (fall 1940), the Torch encounters a teenage boy named Toro, who is impervious to fire. The two become the standard 1940s superhero-sidekick romantic partners, with Toro requiring rescue from a horrifying fate on nearly every comic book cover.
I'm not sure what's going on here. A cage of women and children is being lowered into flames, and Toro is somehow attached to the chain.
The Human Torch and Toro both faded into obscurity after the War. They were resurrected recently for the dark, ultra-convoluted, and intensely heteronormative plotlines of contemporary Marvel comics. Apparently Toro marries, then dies, then gets resurrected, but his wife has begun canoodling with the Torch, and...
Apr 28, 2017
And Mowgli is no Tarzan: he's a scrawny ten-year old boy.
But he's not always played by a scrawny ten-year old boy..
Here the grown-up and buffed Tom Boss plays Mowgli at the community theater in the gay resort town of Orono, Maine.
At the King Street Theater in Sidney, Australia, a hunkoid with the amazing name Badaidilaga Maftuh-flynn plays the jungle waif.
This production is at the Oak Grove Theater in Edinburgh. I don't know who this Mowgli is. I think that's Bagheera behind him.
Another unknown Mowgli from a production in Amsterdam. At least he looks South Asian.
Buffed monkeys from the production at the Goodman Theater in Chicago.
At the famous Metta Theater in Britain, Mowgli becomes a girl, and the jungle is re-envisioned as a hip-hop urban wasteland. Bagheera is a graffiti artist, Baloo a beat-box bohemian, and Shere Khan (Dean Stewart) a crime boss who struts his stuff shirtless.
See also: The Jonas Brothers
Apr 27, 2017
You can see hundreds of men and boys who have left us now, or who are elderly and reminiscing about their lives, when they were energetic, powerful, full of hope, when they had all the world to choose from.
When they had tight, muscular physiques and bulges that wouldn't quit, judging from old swim team photos.
This is Brighton College in England, 1946, guys about the age of my older uncles, looking forward to the post-War world. Some nice bulges.
Meanwhile, in the U.S., the boys' swim team at Jackson Junior High (West Virginia) clowns around.
California State University, 1949. No baskets on anyone in the front row except the second from the right. They must have put the other bulgeworthy boys in back on purpose. Some nice physiques, though.
More after the break.
Apr 26, 2017
One day during my junior year at Rocky High, my younger brother Kenny invited me out for ice cream. I was suspicious -- he never invited me to go anywhere. He must be buttering me up!
And sure enough, the moment we sat down at Happy Joe's with our sundaes, he said "I want to have a sleepover Saturday night."
"No way, José!" I exclaimed. "No way I'm spending the night with eighth graders!"
From my eighth birthday through junior high, I hosted sleepovers at least once a month: three or four boys, plus my brother by default, since we shared a room. We spent the night playing, roughhousing, eating snacks, watching tv, and staying up later than usual, and then bedded down, two to a bed and in sleeping bags.
There was always a lot of competition over who would get to sleep with the host; I always picked the cutest boy there, not necessarily my boyfriend Bill.
Kenny started hosting sleepovers on his eighth birthday, too, and of course I was invited by default. It was fine when I was in grade school, or even in junior high. But I was in high school now, too old for such "baby" activities.
"I haven't had one for a long time!" Kenny protested. "And Mom says I can't have one unless you say it's ok, cause you have to be there."
I didn't use to mind bedding down with naked boys. But at age 15 it would be threateningly erotic -- what if I got aroused?
"What will my friends say if they find out I spent the night with a bunch of eighth grade dorks?" I complained.
"They won't all be dorks," Kenny said. "I have to invite Todd, but you can decide on the other two boys."
Todd was Kenny's best friend, a sports nut with sandy blond hair and green eyes (all models in the illustrations are over 18).
"As if! My friends wouldn't be caught dead at a junior high sleepover!"
In retrospect, this seems like an odd offer for a heterosexual boy to make to his heterosexual brother -- I wouldn't figure "it" out for another year. But apparently Ken already knew, on some level.
My eyes lit up. "Anybody I want?"
"As long as they go to Washington [Junior High]."
Considering that I was in high school, I knew a surprising number of junior high boys -- Kenny's friends, the younger brothers of my friends, some boys from church, random boys that I saw at Kenny's school activities. It wasn't hard to decide on one:
"Ok, for my first boy I pick Denny." A tall, blond ninth grader with a round angelic face. He played the lead in the junior high production of Oklahoma! last fall.
"No problemo. Denny and me are tight. Kenny and Denny, Denny and Kenny." He paused. "So...who's the second boy?"
I thought for a moment. Who was the cutest boy at Washington?
In an instant, it came to me: "Rebel."
"No way! I can't get Rebel! He's old -- he was held back a year. And we're not really friends. I just say hi in the hall."
I met Rebel, real name Maurice, when Kenny invited him to church as part of his junior high soulwinning regiment: tall, muscular physique, short hair, perpetual sneer, cute in a sleazy, semi-dangerous way. He sat through Sunday school class and half of the morning service, but exclaimed "This is bogus!" and sauntered out the door before altar call.
According to Kenny, Rebel was fourteen-years old, but still in eighth grade. He spent his time behind the gym, smoking -- cigarettes and pot -- and drinking and drawing fake tattoos on himself. He had been suspended for getting into fights and trying to break into a teacher's car. He was Catholic. His parents were divorced. A juvenile delinquent.
The full story, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.
Right now I'm looking for pictures of singer/songwriter Billy Joel (1949-), so I put "Billy Joel" in quotation marks, added "shirtless," and specified that all the search terms must be present. Here's what Google Images thinks is him:
1. Billy Ungar. Where's the "Joel"? At least he's a singer.
2. Billy Currington, a country-western singer who modeled in Playgirl. He "likes it slow and long."
3. Former teen idol Joe Jonas. Come on, it's "Joel," not "Joe."
4. Joel Rush. Actor/model, NOT a singer.
5. Zac Efron. No Billy, no Joel, not a musician, although he starred in High School Musical.
More after the break.
Apr 25, 2017
The star, 32-year old Peter Berlin, moved from Germany to San Francisco in the early 1970s and quickly became a gay icon, appearing in magazines and films, acting as his own cinematographer. He was renowned for his gleaming, muscular physique and gigantic bulge, but more importantly for his utter lack of guilt, hesitation, and fear.
That Boy has more of a plot than the usual porn film: An unnamed sexual Everyman (Peter) wanders through a bucolic San Francisco, looking at men, and being looked at. That gaze, being an object of adoration, is even more glorious than the sexual acts themselves. But then he looks at a boy who does not look back.
Could this be the one person on Earth who does not desire him? No, the boy is blind, so Peter must try new, different tactics to draw him into the world of sexual freedom.
His films Nights in Black Leather and That Boy have been released on DVD, and a documentary, That Man, appeared in 2005.
See also: Raul and I Bankrupt the Gay Porn Industry.
Apr 24, 2017
With all of the movies, tv series, books, comic books, and toys surrounding Edgar Rice Burroughs' Tarzan since his first appearance in the October 1912 issue of All Story Magazine, it makes sense that someone would attempt a musical. One appeared in 2004, but based on the 1999 Disney animated feature, not on Burroughs.
The plot follows the movie: his parents shipwrecked on the coast of Africa and then killed, Tarzan is raised by apes. He and young naturalist Jane Porter meet and fall in love, in spite of the opposition of the ape tribe and the jealous interference of her guide, John Clayton. The ape-human conflict is resolved in a monumental battle, Clayton goes back to England, and Jane stays in the jungle with Tarzan.
You're one of a kind, I can't explain it.
You're kind of cool, in a wonderful way.
Struggling along for years and years, until I came along for you.
The original Broadway production, with Josh Strickland as Tarzan, played for 486 performances in 2006 and 2007. There have been many regional productions in the United States, plus international productions in the Netherlands, Germany, Sweden and the Philippines, with such stars as Anton Zetterholm, James Royce Edwards, and Isaac Gay (left, playing Tarzan in the Children's Theater of Charlotte, North Carolina).
It's a favorite of high school, college, and community theaters, giving audiences all over the world the opportunity to see major loincloth-clad hunkage.
I can ignore almost anything.
But some words and phrases are too grating and asinine to ignore. They make me much less likely to invite you home in the first place, and they ruin the mood once we get there. They're likely to elicit laughter or a groan of disapproval. You'd be better off quoting Monty Python ("My nipples explode with delight), or just giving your vocal cords a rest.
Here are 11 sex words and phrases that will kill the mood:
Oh, aren't you fit!
Physical fitness is a measure of your cardiovascular endurance, muscle strength and endurance, flexibility, agility, and fat-to-muscle ratio, not your physical attractiveness. Saying that someone is fit makes you sound like a leering, groping Creepy Old Guy.
2. Delicious/Mouth Watering.
Your kisses are delicious! Your cock is mouth-watering!
You use your mouth for both eating and sex, but otherwise the two activities are not at all related. Sex has nothing to do with your taste buds; a hamburger can't be sexy, and a person cannot be delicious.
There will be a fag at the party.
Fag is another derogatory term for gay men, implying that that they are objects rather than people, far inferior to heterosexual men. And why would you refer to just one of the gay men at a party as a fag? They're all gay.
I'm a sub into getting whipped and spanked, looking for a dom.
Dom (dominant) and sub (submissive) are terms taken from heterosexual master-slave scenes, infused with the heteronormative depiction of sex as always involving a "boy" and a "girl." It brands you as a newcomer to gay communities: we say top and bottom.
The full article, with nude photos and explicit sexual terms, is on Tales of West Hollywood.
Apr 23, 2017
After Segar's death in 1938, Tom Sims took over the strip, then Bill Stein, and most notably Bud Sagendorf, who introduced Popeye and his costars to the fads and foibles of the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s (here Popeye battles a beatnik).
In 1986, Sagendorf decided to retire, and the syndicate hired 38-year old Bobby London to draw Thimble Theater.
Perhaps an odd choice: London was an underground comic artist whose work appeared in such disrespectable publications as National Lampoon and Playboy. His most famous character, Dirty Duck, was foul-mouthed, sleazy, and amoral.
The fun was in the juxtaposition of the 1930s characters with 1980s life: Olive taking aerobic classes, Poopdeck Pappy on a skateboard, the Sea Hag opening a disco, Castor Oyl trying to use a fax machine.
The gay-subtext friendship between Popeye and Castor Oyl was still intact, although muted by making them both rather aggressively hetero-horny.
In spite of his radical past, London was quite conservative, and his fear and distrust of this brave new world came out often.
And, occasionally, a dose of pure homophobia.
Of course, London was homophobic in his underground comic days, but one can forgive his depiction of a gay man as a bearded drag queen named Tiger Lily who gets into a multi-sexual orgy. It was, after all, 1972 only a few years after Stonewall.
But not in 1988, when Castor Oyl says that tv wrestling is "real rough stuff," but Popeye begs to differ.
Worried over even the implication of the a-word, the syndicate fired London and refused to run the continuity. They've been running repeats of Sagendorf strips ever since.
See also: Popeye, the First Gay Superhero.