My earliest kinky memory is from the age of four and a quarter. That may seem like an early start to some people, but it was another three decades before I worked out the full implications. It was November 1975 and I was a big fan of the UK television series ‘Doctor Who’. Although the newer episodes have seen the Doctor explore romantic relationships, the classic series was based around the concept of a single, eccentric man who had no sexual interest in women. He would invite carefully selected young people through the doors of his ordinary-looking home and introduce them to a universe of high-camp adventure and personal discovery that normal, mainstream society knew nothing about. A more obvious allegory of gay life shown on TV in the 1970’s would be hard to find. The particular story that’s burned into my memory is “Doctor Who and the Pyramids of Mars”. In this tale an alien poses as an Egyptian god and has a pyramid built in the English countryside, protected by robot mummies. The mummies were tall, broad shouldered, deep-chested and obviously male. If a wayward human was found trespassing in the enemy lair a pair of robot mummies would stand either side of them and get closer and closer together, crushing him or her to death. At the age of four and a quarter I can remember thinking: “I want that to happen to me!”
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