• #TrueBlood torrent seems to be cooperating with me today. Not so much for #DropDeadDiva #
• Hurray! #TrueBlood #
• Where do I know Lafayette’s new boyfriend from? He’s cute. #TrueBlood #
• The song in this whole intense Lafayette/new boyfriend makeout sequence is FANTASTIC. #TrueBlood #

OK, so in a show about vampires with lots of feeding and fighting, a fuckload ‘o’ blood is a given. But this week’s episode, the sixth of the season’s 13 ep run, is easily the bloodiest and goriest I think this series has ever seen. So without further ado, I will proceed to splash around in the latest installment of the sexiest, edgiest drama in primetime!

Point one. I cannot get over James Frain as Franklin Mott, the sociopathic vamp-turned-kidnapper with the dry British wit. I have seen him in a variety of roles that range from spurned ex-husband and unlikely hero Paul Raines in 24‘s 4th season to creepy, charismatic alien cult leader in Invasion to shadowy syndicate member in FlashForward. Frain is one of those weird actors who isn’t exactly attractive, but has such a distinctive look and aura to him that sticks in your mind. I already knew that Frain can turn out a good psycho when he needs to, but never before has he been more insidious, more terrifying than in this role. It kind of makes me wonder what kind of life this man had before he was turned and whether he was as deranged then as he is now. He simultaneously makes my skin crawl and makes me laugh out loud (“Youwicked little strumpet!”). It’s almost enough to make me sad that Tara finally managed to bash his brains out with one of Russell Edgington’s prized medieval silver flails (you know, the weapon with a spiky ball). Almost. But this moment was so great for Tara’s character. Her face covered in blood, crazed, enraged, out of body. The shot of Franklin’s crumpled scalp was slightly gratuitous (Tara’s blood-spattered, murderous face drove the point home just fine), but then again True Blood has never really been built on a foundation of subtlety. They really made my stomach turn with this one, so kudos! It’s not entirely clear whether these are injuries that Franklin can recover from, or if he is actually dead, but either way you have to admit that Tara was pretty badass. I would love it if Franklin is able to heal from this and we see him again, just to draw out Frain’s awesome portrayal of the role.

In this week’s episode of Hung, Tanya takes Ray and his son Damon to a poetry slam and reads a poem called “Phallus”. I would like to preserve it for posterity. (I have taken my own liberties with the presentation).

Phallus

by Tanya Skagle

Phallus.

You stab into me.
Release, but no peace.

I fight the Monolith with
angry, moist folds of my soul.

How can you understand me when you are so dense,
how can you see me with but one eye?

You propel forward
ever restless
ever relentless
but the answer is right beside you.

I circle round with my engorged thoughts,
with my languid lust

but you can’t fuck me
because I’m already fucked.

You can’t fuck me
because I’m already fucked.

You can’t fuck me because
I’m already fucked.

You can’t fuck me because I’m
already fucked.

You can’t fuck me because
I’m already fucked!

YOU CAN’T FUCK ME BECAUSE I’M ALREADY FUCKED

YOU CAN’T FUCK ME BECAUSE I’M ALREADY FUCKED!!!!!

You can’t find me because
I’m already lost.

You can’t teach me because
I’m already gone.

But if you love me
I will fall into your arms.