Dean Loves Davy Jones!

My first gay crush was Davy Jones of The Monkees.

It was 1969 and I was about 7-years old.

The combination of his looks and their music sent me into a tizzy, and I would sit in front of the TV transfixed. 

It was because of him that I would later crush on singers like Bobby Sherman and David Cassidy. But, Davy was the first. 

I loved his eyes, his lips, his smile, his hair, his accent -- ok EVERYTHING about him!
He was so cute and seemed so sweet!



If no one was aware of my crush, they were blind. Or just thought I REALLY liked The Monkees. 

I still smile when I see a picture of him. 

 Dean - Winston-Salem, NC
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Wayne Loves Peter Tork!

My first gay crush was The Monkees' Peter Tork!

I was around 9 years old when The Monkees premiered on NBC. 

At that age I was also a big fan of music like The Beatles and Paul Revere & The Raiders.

I loved reading 16, Flip, and Tiger Beat magazines, all of them cover to cover. 

But I could never actually "see" my heroes, except in the movies.  

I remember seeing The Beatles' "Help!" in the Pascack Theatre in Westwood, NJ. All the girls in the theatre screamed the whole time!

With The Monkees, it was like I got to spend a half hour with my new "fave raves:" Davy, English and my height (LOL); Mickey, the perfect class clown; and Mike, the mature, responsible one. 

And then there was Peter. He seemed like someone I wanted to live next door, to be best friends with. 

Sometime in the summer of 1968, one of the mags printed a two-page "Body Painting" photo of Peter. There he was, no shirt, almost down to his belly.  

I grabbed my markers and started designing Peter with groovy psychedelic patterns and colors. I remember lying on our living room floor, on my stomach, drawing circles and squares around his nipples, his pecs, and felt some sort of stirring in my 11-year old loins. So I guess you could say that coloring Peter's poster induced my puberty!

Forty or so years later, I met him, and he is a super nice guy. And still cute! I didn't tell him about him being a catalyst in my becoming a man, but I certainly remembered!

Wayne - Ridgefield Park, NJ

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