 by megan amal AFO staff Dear Junglepussy,
I knew I loved you within moments of hearing your music. In the beginning of the song “Me” an interviewer asked you ‘so why the name Junglepussy?’ and you replied with a list of a buncha dicks named Dick. And I promptly fell all over myself in a pile of vicarious vindication. Your unapologetic connection of self-love, respect, physical and spiritual health, and down and dirty pleasure is refreshing and exciting. I, too, wanna slow dance in the street like Nelly and Kelly. I, too, wanna own my sanity. I repeat to myself, when I feel like I’m getting pulled under, “what’s a girl to do when the world’s against you? throw it in they face and let em know that you meant to”. And after that I repeat the mantra “I’m feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feelin myself, I need an encore.” Your guidance is so clear, you are teaching us how to grow and live. I am so happy for your new tracks. I am so happy that I’ve found your music. I will continue to share it every chance I get. I see you Junglepussy. I love you. In solidarity and gratitude, megan amal <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 ps. . I saved a screen shot of you being fed asparagus, wearing pig tails, sitting atop a white woman, and look at it frequently for inspiration. Pps. Your speech at Yale was siiiiiiiiiiiiiick. Grl luv 4evr.
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