I’m not embarrassed about any of the ones I had. Problem was my mom hated them. We owned a video store. The distributor who sold us a lot of our tapes was also a wholesaler of records. I was able to get the jumbo in-store promo posters for new albums.
On several occasions my mom tore them down and threw them out. She said it was the wind.
She lost her mind over Heartbeat City. It was 6 feet tall. It didn’t last a week before she said “I forgot to close my window”.
My bedroom had a wire with aircraft models hanging from it and every flat surface had car models that I built.
My parents wouldn't allow pinup type posters, but I had a bumper sticker in my room that absolutely flipped my Dad out.....
"War is Good Business- Invest Your Son." That popped the old man's cork and he went ballistic. We didn't get along very well and that bumper sticker didn't help.
I was a kid in the late '50s, '60s and early/mid '70s.
Posters?? Room was basically wall-papered with Playboy and Penthouse centerfolds starting in '68/'69.
Had magazine pics of favorite race cars and drivers, too, that I framed and hung on the walls.
Jungle Jim Liberman and his Gen II Nova.
Jungle Pam and her....... um...... short shorts and boots.
Bid Daddy Don Garlits
E. Glenn "Fireball" Roberts and his '62 Pontiac
And the most famous poster of Farrah Fawcett in her one-piece bathing suit.