When I was a young man growing up in early-'80s Texas, there was no Glee to provide healthy images of gay love. The closest thing I had was The Godfather Part 2, which I rented on VHS and which showed me my first guy-on-guy action:
Full disclosure: I never, like, committed the sin of Onan while watching this clip. I just dreamed of the day that someone as handsome as Al Pacino might grab and kiss me like that, then yell at me for breaking his heart. (I didn't trouble myself with the "kiss of death" thing, in the same way millions of American men don't trouble themselves with the "human trafficking" thing when they watch Teen Hitchhikers 19.)
Godfather Part 2 screens tonight at Central Cinema.