… I had a bit of a thing for men in tights, or shirtless, as indeed did many in the 1950s. Whether there was an extra significance in my case I leave entirely up to you. I have met some who never seem to have recovered…
Yes, The Phantom. That’s a whole blog on the subject.
And Robin of Batman and fame I truly identified with, so much so that I once convinced one little boy that I was Robin! I must have been about 10 at the time.
I don’t now what he and Batman are up to here; perhaps the source tells us. There are some very remarkable images there. 😉
Tarzan was big in Vermont Street Sutherland; a good excuse to strip off, make alarming noises, swing from trees, and engage in wrestling.
See more here.
Finally, of course, there was Superboy, an attractive fantasy figure for the somewhat nerdish. This comes from Silver Age Comics, a blog “Mostly Dedicated to Comics Published from 1955-1970” — which means I must have been on the tail end of a Golden Age, though I didn’t know it at the time. My comic reading subsided from 1955 on, aside from religiously following some, including The Phantom, for a very long time. How long I refuse to say.
Nothing homoerotic about any of this, was there?