Azealia Banks Spares No Feelings In Her Kitty Noir ‘Playboy’ Cover Story

Azealia Banks is all about showing her ass, literally and figuratively.

The opinionated rapstress bared it all in her cover story with Playboy, sparing no feelings and holding nothing back. Not only did she show a bit of skin, but she opened up about troubled past relationships, the problem with black people practicing Christianity, the indelible mark she wants to leave on music and more.

In the shoot, Banks tapped into her inner feline friskiness, posing for photographer Ellen Von Unwerth. The photos accompanying the web story show Miss Banks keeping it classy, but the full nude images will be available in the printed magazine come March 20.

Until then, read some of the most explosive tidbits of her sit-down with Playboy.

On relations with older men:
[My longest relationship] 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 shit like that. I had a hairy pussy. 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 fucking with a man who puts his hands on you, but I was stupid and young… I love older men. The things in an older man’s house are better—his furniture, even his knives and his pots. And they smell better. Young guys, they may skip a shower and shit like that.

On looking up to Jay Z industry defiance:
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 shit, 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.

On being just one of many intelligent artists that speak up:
There are plenty of intelligent musicians. Kanye West, J. Cole, Ariel Pink, Lauryn Hill, KRS-One, Q-Tip—lots of people. I’m not special.

On troublesome societal stereotypes:
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 faggot and he’s over-the-top, or you’re an untrustworthy cracker, or you’re a loud black bitch. All these things exist for a reason, you know what I’m saying? Yeah, I am loud and boisterous.

On being too scared of diseases for lots of casual sex:
I should be getting dick all the time. I like to fuck. [laughs] But I can’t just meet a guy and fuck him. I’m too afraid of getting herpes or some shit. I like to feel them out, and then I start talking about my black female problems, and we get into a conversation about race, and then we disagree and don’t have another date. Whatever. I’ll just hang out with my mother. It’s okay, because pussy is way more sacred than penis.

Read the full interview here and flip through for more photos from the shoot.

Photo Credits: Ellen Von Unwerth for Playboy