There'll be "No Consequences" for the Catholic Priest Who Dressed as Hugh Hefner Between 2 Guys in Bunny Outfits
Spanish priest apologises after dressing up as Hugh Hefner and simulating sex with male playboy bunnies – Daily… https://t.co/UlSzywLTLI
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DM – A parish priest has apologised from the pulpit amidst an unholy row after he dressed up as Playboy chief Hugh Hefner and reclined on a bed with two ‘Bunnies’.
Parishioners of a rather embarrassed Juan Carlos Martínez have rallied round him with their support and say it was only a bit of fun. …
The parish priest of Cuntis in Pontevedra decided to embrace the carnival spirit and appeared on one of the floats in the procession dressed as the Playboy chief, complete with dressing gown, captain’s cap and cigar. …
All three reclined on red satin sheets as the floats meandered through the streets. At one stage, pictures show one of the Bunnies seemingly astride the priest but onlookers say he fell.
Father Martinez’s immediate boss, senior priest Calixto Covo said he didn’t support his choice of costume and it hadn’t been the wisest of decisions for a priest to behave in such a manner. However, he confirmed there would be ‘no consequences’.
There’s the new, post-modern Catholic church I know and love. We’ve come a long way from when I was kid where they lectured you you’d go to Hell if you ate before receiving Communion. Or where my older brother gave his first confession and the monsignor, who we were pretty sure graduated with Moses, started yelling at him about his sins. Meanwhile, behind the scenes they were laying the groundwork for Spotlight to win the Best Picture Oscar.
That Catholic church would have freaked about one of their own dressing up like the world’s most celebrated pornographer dry humping some cross-dressers in the middle of a family parade. Now no one gets their vestments in a bunch. Granted, it’s probably got to do with the fact we’ve seen worse – much, much, much worse – but I like to think some of it has to do with us just generally taking everything less seriously. The Jesus I worship has a sense of humor about a little harmless cosplay and simulated group sex. And if you’re to be Christ’s representative on Earth in a place called Cuntis, you have to as well. I suppose we have the new pope to thank for it. Way to lighten up, Francis.