Chocolate-Covered HARLEM-born Rapper/Songwriter/Model AZEALIA BANKS wears an animal print and shows off her fat black furry pussycat for the April 2015 cover of PLAYBOY!!!
Here are some interview highlights:
Did you grow up in a house where sex was discussed freely?
Yes, but it was more joked about. My mother was always making inappropriate jokes. We had sex books in the house. She never tried to hide it from me. When I got my period it was very much like, “Boys are going to want to touch your body, but you can get pregnant now, and we not playing that sh*t.” My mom scared me off of getting pregnant.
In what ways are you like your mom?
We both have really good taste in things: food, music, furniture. But I like men a lot, and she’s like, “I could care less.” My dad died when I was really young, and my mom never dated anyone else. She’s into her dogs and books and decorating her house. And I’m like, “Ooh, boys!” I’ll have a boyfriend, and then a couple of months will go by and I’ll have a new boyfriend, and she’ll be like, “Azealia, can’t you stay with one?” No! [laughs] They’re all too fun.
What’s the longest relationship you’ve had?
Four years. It started when I was 17. He was 43. There’s something very wrong with a man that age who wants to date a 17-year-old girl. I didn’t know how to shave my bush and sh*t like that. I had a hairy p*ssy. I didn’t know how to wear perfume. I had neon pink barrettes in my hair. And as “212” started to pop off and my career started to happen, he became jealous. He choked me and beat me up, and of course you should not be f*cking with a man who puts his hands on you, but I was stupid and young.
You were signed to two major labels, and after protracted battles with them, you self-released Broke With Expensive Taste in November. How did your music change in the midst of all that?
Even though I’ve always made really cool stuff, I did it with a little bit of a pop sensibility because I was signed to a major label. That’s why you have songs like “ATM Jam” and “Chasing Time” that are more pop. But now I don’t have a label to answer to. All the ideas I’m having are f*cking cool and abstract and crazy and dope.
Is there someone whose career you’d like to emulate?
Jay Z. That’s the only person I have my eye set on. The race thing always comes up, but I want to get there being very black and proud and boisterous about it. You get what I mean? A lot of times when you’re a black woman and you’re proud, that’s why people don’t like you. In American society, the game is to be a nonthreatening black person. That’s why you have Pharrell or Kendrick Lamar saying, “How can we expect people to respect us if we don’t respect ourselves?” He’s playing that nonthreatening black man sh*t, and that gets all the white soccer moms going, “We love him.” Even Kanye West plays a little bit of that game—“Please accept me, white world.” Jay Z hasn’t played any of those games, and that’s what I like.
If people read your Twitter account and don’t like you, is that because of race?
It’s always about race. Lorde can run her mouth and talk sh*t about all these other b*tches, but y’all aren’t saying she’s angry. If I have something to say, I get pushed into the corner.
Do you want to leave the U.S.?
Yes! I hate everything about this country. Like, I hate fat white Americans. All the people who are crunched into the middle of America, the real fat and meat of America, are these racist conservative white people who live on their farms. Those little teenage girls who work at Kmart and have a racist grandma—that’s really America.
If people don’t like you, does that mean they’re racist?
No, not at all. There’s misogyny, and then there’s something called misogynoir [a term coined by writer Moya Bailey to describe “the unique ways in which black women are pathologized in popular culture”]. We have all these stereotypes in society: The gay man is a f*gg*t and he’s over-the-top, or you’re an untrustworthy cracker, or you’re a loud black b*tch. All these things exist for a reason, you know what I’m saying? Yeah, I am loud and boisterous.
And you are black.
And I am black, and I am a pain in your a**. But I’m not really talking to you, and that’s what makes those people mad. You’re not invited to this conversation. This is not about you.
Azealia Banks @Playboy COVER by Ellen Von Unwerth on stands next Friday! More will be revealed on Monday ... pic.twitter.com/ozVKBgjEql
— AZEALIA BANKS (@AZEALIABANKS) March 13, 2015