James and the Giant Penis

A reader sent this image in to Queerty after they ran a post about William Shatner’s autobiography where he recounts the tale of his first time in (1950s) New York, following his dream of being an actor, and he’s invited to a show at Radio City Music Hall by a complete stranger and of course ❓ he accepts…

We’re in the audience, I’m a young hot-blooded Canadian and out come the dancing girls, a plethora of women – and I feel his hand brush my knee. I thought, well, it’s an accident, then I felt it again. What the [bleep]? I got up and ran out.

From a more snarky viewpoint, it looks like Shatner finally got to hold the physical representation of his ego. If only he knew then that later wearing of eyeshadow, foundation and girdles would make him a tv/sci-fi legend… I’m not saying Shatner’s a homophobe at all, but I can’t help but think the story sounds too much like the Tucker Carlson tale of being hit on in a bar restroom.

Also, my geekness is totally letting me down. Anyone recall what episode this shot is from? William, I’m looking in your direction…