Tarzan Of My Fantasies
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| Posted on: | July 18, 2014 |
| Categorized: | Bate Life |
THE NAKED HERO
From its origins as a dime-store novel, the Tarzan myth for many years embedded itself into pop culture. Producers utilized every medium to explore new variations on the character. First in print and then in early film serials, into features and then television, for decades Tarzan was a wildly popular wild man.
His image shaped the way boys learned the ideals of manhood, and he inspired them to play games together where the hero won without guns. It was the vulnerability of his almost-nakedness that made Tarzan’s bravery so daring.
Whether defending someone from man, beast, or quicksand, Tarzan connected with all the resources of nature to win his battles. But the erotic element of the Tarzan myth has always been at the forefront of the cinematic ideal of the civilized ape man. Presumably directed at an audience of women, the homoerotic subtext was never far below the surface.
When I was a kid, TV’s Tarzan Ron Ely affected me in ways that I didn’t then understand. I would eventually learn to recognize that I was both gay and a nudist, and Ely’s iconic image activated something innate within me that would blossom over time. The two are now fundamental parts of my identity.
I began spending the last waking moments of my day imagining that I was a part of Tarzan’s adventures. I used to lie in bed at night and imagine that I was butt nekkid in Tarzan’s world. He was my fantasy surrogate dad who made me part of his adventures, far from my uptight midwestern suburbia.
It wasn’t sexual, but it was intimate and physical. I had variations on these nocturnal imaginings for years. They were my last thoughts before drifting off to sleep. They took me to the dreamworld I desired, where even danger had a daring nakedness and everything ended in sleeping closely together.
I don’t know why these themes were so prominent for me. My dad wasn’t a bad or exceptionally distant father, and I certainly have never had any sexual desire for him. But our fantasies are about primal sexuality, often charged by unreal scenarios. Tarzan was for me a beacon to follow.
The myth awakened in me what would later become my sexuality and nudism, and elements of those sexless boyhood fantasies have carried over into my adult sexuality. These fantasy adventures filled my mind every night for years, and eventually gave way to my adult erotic adventures, which occasionally again involve Tarzan. These jungle fantasies help me keep in touch with my growth, so to speak, in accepting and understanding my adult identity.
Tarzan And The Trappers, Starring Gordon Scott (1959, Feature Length)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hnn6OsCv2wU
THE NAKED HERO
From its origins as a dime-store novel, the Tarzan myth for many years embedded itself into pop culture. Producers utilized every medium to explore new variations on the character. First in print and then in early film serials, into features and then television, for decades Tarzan was a wildly popular wild man.
His image shaped the way boys learned the ideals of manhood, and he inspired them to play games together where the hero won without guns. It was the vulnerability of his almost-nakedness that made Tarzan’s bravery so daring.
Whether defending someone from man, beast, or quicksand, Tarzan connected with all the resources of nature to win his battles. But the erotic element of the Tarzan myth has always been at the forefront of the cinematic ideal of the civilized ape man. Presumably directed at an audience of women, the homoerotic subtext was never far below the surface.
When I was a kid, TV’s Tarzan Ron Ely affected me in ways that I didn’t then understand. I would eventually learn to recognize that I was both gay and a nudist, and Ely’s iconic image activated something innate within me that would blossom over time. The two are now fundamental parts of my identity.
I began spending the last waking moments of my day imagining that I was a part of Tarzan’s adventures. I used to lie in bed at night and imagine that I was butt nekkid in Tarzan’s world. He was my fantasy surrogate dad who made me part of his adventures, far from my uptight midwestern suburbia.
It wasn’t sexual, but it was intimate and physical. I had variations on these nocturnal imaginings for years. They were my last thoughts before drifting off to sleep. They took me to the dreamworld I desired, where even danger had a daring nakedness and everything ended in sleeping closely together.
I don’t know why these themes were so prominent for me. My dad wasn’t a bad or exceptionally distant father, and I certainly have never had any sexual desire for him. But our fantasies are about primal sexuality, often charged by unreal scenarios. Tarzan was for me a beacon to follow.
The myth awakened in me what would later become my sexuality and nudism, and elements of those sexless boyhood fantasies have carried over into my adult sexuality. These fantasy adventures filled my mind every night for years, and eventually gave way to my adult erotic adventures, which occasionally again involve Tarzan. These jungle fantasies help me keep in touch with my growth, so to speak, in accepting and understanding my adult identity.
Tarzan And The Trappers, Starring Gordon Scott (1959, Feature Length)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hnn6OsCv2wU
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Wow. This is hot man. As a man of heavy interests in science, particularly the social kind (im 23 btw), i liked imagining how your identity was honed throughout the years with the nightly nonsexual imaginations with a man. I can totally relate to that. That’s why i love reading this blog.