And I have fallen head over heels in love with it. In fact, I'm so in love with it in the hours preceding watching an episode I speak with a bastardized version of a southern drawl. I spend a few weeks over the summer in Louisville, Kentucky and when I came home I used alot of slang and accented my favourite drawl-able words. True Blood is like being sent back to Kentucky. The second the DVD pops out I'm using words like ya'll and flirtatiously changing my voice to something prim and proper and belle-erific. I love it.
Not to mention it's like a vampire porno. Seriously. Have you SEEN it? 5 minutes into it there's blowjobs and crazy vampire sex. It's insane. And you aren't quite sure if you're supposed to be turned on by the preternatural vampire sex, and the shamelessly slutty Jason or if you're supposed to shield your virginal eyes while him and his flavor of the episode get it on.
And LaFayette is AWESOME. Mhmm, flamboyant sexy black man. In terrific shape. With wit and charm and charisma and confidence. Who doesn't love him? Like really? And if you're not into that, he's a drug dealing prostitute. Come on! Character flaws don't get much better than this!
And dreamy dreamy Bill. Oh how I temporarily love thee while my man isn't looking. With your sexy sexy voice, and your slightly dishevelled yet somehow polished appearance. And your piercing pretty vampire eyes. And you're desire to always be a gentleman and do good things to good people. And that deep-south voice that drips with sex and the promise of something so much more fun that his gentlemanly manners are suggesting.
Did I mention it's essentially a vampire porno? I did. Okay. Just making sure ya'll caught that!
How can you NOT love something that combines a southern drawl, vampires, and sex?
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