Spartacus: Gods of the Arena, I am a fan.
I cannot believe I missed the first series, and yes, for all of you Americans who saw it 600 years ago, Gods of the Arena is JUST showing here now! It is in my calendar, Wednesday nights, I have an alarm set so that I don’t miss it.
For someone who doesn’t watch television (it is on, mostly unwatched sight and sound, I like to think of it as my funny-shaped friend who natters at me when I am on the internet), having a ‘must watch’ TV show is unusual.
Why, you ask? Why do I love it?
Half naked, owned, gladiator slaves sweat and fight and do what their Domina tells them.
Domina to Gaul slave hulk, sneering: “I want your seed, but I don’t want to look at you, you disgust me…”
She gets on all fours, presents her arse to him.
Animal fucking ensues.
This one’s Australian, is it wrong that I feel like I simply must point that out?
Passionate raawwwrrring men made to fight, all sinewy and wild and grunty, enslaved and reminded often of their place, terrible violence, beautiful bodies… guh!
What’s not to love?!!!! Seriously!