Well, I was an early adolescent when I saw St. Elmo’s Fire. Watching Rob Lowe on that film made me realize: “Damn! Becoming straight is gonna be fuckin’ impossible!”
That crush is very much over.
I can’t remember the age exactly, but it started when I saw Dragon Ball (anime) course it was something innocente, but everything has changed when I saw King of the Hill I fell madly in love with Adrien Brody. He’s one of the few things from my childhood that I still like.
“Captain Jack Sparrow stole my hetrosexuality!” – Anon.
“Bruce Lee was my sexual awakening. Diana Rigg was my bisexual awakening” – Friend from my twenties.
I like all the cartoon references, esp. since I was gonna say “Betty Boop for President” (“You’re an elephant!” “You’re an ass!”) as a moment when I went she’s supposed to be sexy!. But I suddenly remember “Penelope Pitstop”, probably the first female hero I ever saw and crushed on. 40 years on, I still find some anime women hot, but that has usually way more to do with writing than appearance. Like Nana Oosaki in “Nana”. Yeah, I took a look for the three frames of Jessica Rabbit’s shadowy crotch, but aroused? Not at that age.
On the other hand I felt some real stirrings when I saw “To Have and Have Not”. I couldn’t get Lauren’s voice out of my head. I think I was ten. So, Bacall is probably my first movie crush.
About then (fifth grade), I had a book on movies that had a picture of Louise Brooks, who is still the bomb. The book also went into detail about Lulu and blithe female sexuality and male doom. Perhaps I was way too young.
When I was twelve, Tatum O’Neil purring “Whatever you want” in “Bad News Bears” had me going “Whoa!”
Same year, orders not to go of course made me sneak into “Taxi Driver”. My first actual crush on a star my own age.
(I also ignored them for a showing of “Freaks”.)
I probably shouldn’t forget “Pretty Baby”. I had read the review in the paper and some early hype and wanted to see it, that time listened to the reasons for the parental “No”. Still wanted to go, but didn’t sneak away.
And then the Calvin Klein ads,,,
On a sidenote, what happened to Dave Kang? He started some interesting threads.
It was a poster of THE DUKES OF HAZZARD, John Schneider and Tom Wopat, standing there all pumped and shirtless and sweaty, that made me realize that heterosexuality was just not the path I was going to be following.
@Jazz, Matt Parks
watching Raquel Welch (un)dressed in red lingerie in “Bedazzled” (1968) on tv, when i was about 12 or 13. I really had a “hard” time looking at her…..
sleazy european films from the 60s and 70s on late night cinemax in the 80s. i especially remember some sub-emmanuelle outing set in the jungles that built up to a tryst between the heroine and one of her captors. as he was thrusting himself between her obligingly parted legs, you could in one shot see his flapping balls, which suggested to me that something might really be “going on” between them. i suppose i was always always looking for that little bit more than was typically permitted.
another big one was britt ekland’s nude scene as willow in the wicker man on VHS. i was especially taken with a shot of her rear from behind, because it seemed you could for a moment see – well, you know – in rather fine detail. i spent a fair bit of time with those few frames. funny that in watching it recently, on a much sharper DVD, i realized that much of what i thought i’d seen, i imagined. the blessed fuzziness of worn tape.
Well, damn I don’t even remember. I’m kinda old though.
Two women, two movies.
Young Frankenstein came out the year I was born, so I must have seen it one early cable, but I was still prepubescent. Still, she woke something in me.
american werewolf in london came out in 81, so I was six, but I probably didn’t see it till I was 8 or 10. Either way, for WHATEVER REASON, my parents decided to let me see the thing, and I was instantly in love. Unlike the previous film, this one has sex, and not just sex but sex talk. It’s a very hard R, but my parents were hippies, so whatever. Anyway, it was soon after this that I actually “woke up.” And no, that does not mean “having sex,” but rather something more… solo…