Daily Inspiration Quote by Tab Hunter

The line lands like a polite shrug with a razor tucked inside it. Tab Hunter is talking about Rock Hudson, the canonical matinee idol, in a way that punctures the old Hollywood fantasy without turning it into a confessional spectacle. “Wasn’t my type” is deceptively casual: it’s a dating remark, almost banal, but it carries the charge of a coded era when a gay actor’s preferences weren’t just personal taste, they were potential career sabotage. He’s not merely assessing Hudson’s attractiveness; he’s reclaiming the right to assess at all.

The second sentence softens the first while sharpening its implications. “He’s a great guy and had a great sense of humor” reads like the mandatory courtesy appended to a potentially incendiary statement, the way you talk around a landmine you still need to step on. Hunter signals affection and solidarity, but also boundary. It’s a performance of decency that keeps gossip at bay: no lurid details, no score-settling, no bait for the tabloids.

Context does the heavy lifting. Both men lived under studio-era systems that demanded heterosexual public narratives, with “friendship” doing a lot of diplomatic work. Said later in life, after Hudson’s AIDS-era public story rewired how America talked about closeted celebrity, Hunter’s remark functions as a revision: yes, there was a gay world behind the screen, but it wasn’t a single melodrama. Desire had specificity; relationships had texture; sometimes the biggest star in the room still “wasn’t my type.” That ordinariness is the point, and it’s quietly radical.