So the Mel Gibson Meltdown continues apace, and now we hear from the Polish porn star:
“’His threats scared me so badly,’ Violet tells In Touch, ‘I left town and went into hiding for almost a month. I agreed to go visit him at his Malibu compound,’ she explains. The two had sex for the first time, though Violet was uneasy. ‘He didn’t want to use protection, but I insisted,’ she says. ‘He seemed paranoid and anxious. He chain-smoked before and after we had sex. It was weird. He would get very aggressive and angry if I was not available,’ she explains, ‘even yelling and demanding to come to my home when I refused to see him.'”
Being a Catholic superfreak and all that, I keep chuckling at the line about not wanting to wear protection. Sure, maybe he was just hesitant to lose a little sensation, but then again, maybe he was suffering from the old “adultery is one thing, but contraception is intrinsically immoral!” problem.
Wait, just to clarify: are you calling yourself a Catholic superfreak?
Oh, hell yes. One who keeps bumping up against the way he's supposed to belong to the universal Church that promises a path to salvation for all humanity, and yet keeps running into the fact that he's part of a bizarre niche subculture.
That's right. I was thinking, The Adventures of a Catholic Superfreak would be a good subtitle for your next book.
Oh, yes. Now for the title. My proposal for Book Two, back when there was a book two, was taken from a song by Ian McCulloch, lead singer of Echo & The Bunnymen:
Fingers Crossed That There's A Heaven
Now, it would probably be:
Harder to Believe Than Not to Believe
(Flannery said that.)
Bad conscience indeed. Doesn't all this behavior make total sense? Mrs. Webb was telling me how weird it seems to her when celebrities DO stay together. The guy just wanted to make movies and every kooky Christian comes out of the woodwork.
Oy vey.
Are you misattributing my remarks to Mrs W or were she and I really on the same psychic page? Um the one who said I found it a bit grotesque when celebrity couples actually stay together.
Damn smart phone. Um = I'm
Damn smart phone. Um = I'm.
And Gibson's current gal isn't exactly a celebrity. Nor was the Polish porn star. Nor, for that matter, was his wife.
You're both right of course.
How horrible. Talk about a guy haunted by demons. Honestly, more and more he seems like the Judas Iscariot in his own movie after he despairs of redemption. Hope things don't end up the same…