priestess of depravity
i received the most epic comment (reflection, really) on my last post about hot foreign dudes i’d like to schtup. it was from my college buddy, matt attanasio, and because of its sheer brilliance, i’m stealing it and posting it on MY BLOG. it’s also easier to steal than it is to write my own shit. i’ve put my favorite passages in bold, so you can clearly see why matt is the shizzle.
also, i’m finally up and running on my new site. i don’t have a new design yet, but everything has been transferred over with the help of wpbeginner. so huge thanks to them. they’re full of rad goodness. i did some of the work and updated my tagline and my about page, so check it out. subscribe. add it to your faves. love me madly. and here’s matt:
I must admit, it bemused and befuddled me why this priestess of depravity would even have an interest, no less a burning passion for this seemingly uber-conservative upper crust and IMHO utterly boring Brit turned Hollywood actor. Lets face it, Hugh is the King of Swoon for all those prissily dressed nice girls who love their boyfriends and kiss their mommy and daddys before they go to bed at night. The chicks who love the dare I say “chick flicks” that endlessly play on the Starz channels when there’s no testosterone in the room. But Patty? She would never fall for such frivolity. She would never fall for such a proper dull gent as he. She would never be interested in such a screen persona. Or would she? That’s it! It’s just a persona. Maybe there was another side to the dapper Mr. Grant. A dual persona; kind of like the Mormon Dual Jesus, but not really.
Than I remembered a tale from years ago. A tale so sordid that I tried to expunge it from overly obsessed mind. Apparently, I have not been successful. Wasn’t our hero arrested on Hollywood Boulevard for soliciting a hooker? Wait a minute, it wasn’t just an everyday washed up 35 year old crackwhore looking for another fix. It was a transvestite hooker. Oh, the sordity, the depravity not to mention the utter stupidity.
It all started to make sense to me. Patty wasn’t swooning over the Hugh that most of us see on the silver screen. She was swooning over the “other Hugh”, the reckless and raunchy Hugh that she could plainly see behind that snarky smile of his when he’s dazzling some on- screen harlot. I can finally rest now because life is once again making sense. Patty’s lust is justified; and the world is a better place for it.”

You know, the Matt I knew in college was really a just a pretty innocent fella driving a VW bug and playing guitar for Slab Birchbaum and the Rock Crew. Patti, WHY did you go and corrupt my friend like that!
cuz i’m the priestess of depravity and like to steal innocence.
Wait, I was so distracted by Matt’s lost innocence that I forgot to say, “Congrats on the new blog! Rock on Patti!”
He really fooled you Linda. Something tells me that Patty wasn’t the one that corrupted him. Methinks it was probably even before those college days. Oh yes, it definitely was. Most assuredly.
sweet linda? hellz yeah.
Ok electricpersonwhoisn’tmatt. It must be me, it was my innocence that was stolen. That Priestess of Depravity stealing all the innocence as she goes along.
electricperson who isnt matt! bwahahaha!
Hmmm, I guess something lost is something gained in this case
so, this means we’re all depraved, right?
How could anyone have forgotten Hugh has a dark side behind those dimples?? That is what he has that makes him……well, him!!!! Duh!
not you and i, sista. we know a bad boy when we see one.
Hmm to see Hugh all fresh and smiley on the big screen is sublimely sweet but knowing he is a dirty sex freak is delicious!!!
I love this comment. sooooo delicious.