I first discovered She-Hulk when I was about 12, and there was something curiously sexy about those big green thighs to me. Green was new and delightful. I wanted that. I wanted to plow that verdant field. Why? She was unique. I had never seen a green woman before (I hadn't seen that episode of Star Trek yet) and it was exciting in a whole new way. I wondered briefly if I was racist, but then quickly decided that since I wanted to shower with her, it was the opposite of racism, whatever that is. I was enlightened due to my desire to climb She-Hulk like a garden wall.
To this day She-Hulk is drawn in the same overtly sexy fashion as all female comic book characters -- the poor girl can't keep her clothes on, after all, what with the rippling boobs and power buttocks tearing through her business suits left and right, and there's no rhyme or reason to the attraction to her, but man, it's still there.