On last year’s Prism, Katy Perry coyly demands, “So let me get you in your birthday suit/It’s time to bring out the big balloons.” There are two ways to read this: it could be about balls, which would fairly progressive for a pop song, or more likely, it’s Perry telling her guy (John Mayer?) that if he gets naked, she’ll strip down, too, and show off her “big balloons.” Perry’s certainly proud of her impressive cleavage, as she explained to GQ.
“I lay on my back one night and looked down at my feet, and I prayed to God. I said, ‘God, will you please let me have boobs so big that I can’t see my feet when I’m lying down?’ ” At age 11, “God answered my prayers,” she says, glancing south. “I had no clue they would fall into my armpits eventually.” (Via)
She also discussed weed…
Now the smell of a different type of flora—Cannabis sativa—wafts in from the hallway…. Ah, okay, Rihanna’s suite is twenty feet away. “Everyone is high!” Perry declares, giggling. She means everyone else: “The weed—I’m not friends with it.” She is bare-shouldered, bare-legged, barefooted—bare-everythinged, basically, except for the wig cap on her head and the teensy light blue Hello Kitty terry-cloth wrap that cinches above her breasts and ends where butt meets thigh. “I can’t do that stuff. I’d be like in the corner: ‘Are you trying to kill me?!’”
Her “relationship” with President Obama…
“I see everything through a spiritual lens,” she says. “I believe in a lot of astrology. I believe in aliens. I look up into the stars and I imagine: How self-important are we to think that we are the only life-form? I mean, if my relationship with Obama gets any better, I’m going to ask him that question. It just hasn’t been appropriate yet.”
“I might have won Wisconsin for him,” she says. “Actually, I didn’t do too much, but he called on me a couple of times. Which was very nice.”
…and losing her virginity.
She lost her virginity at 16 in the front seat of a Volvo sedan while listening to Jeff Buckley’s album Grace. “Love that record so much,” she tells me.
There are no references to ducks nor dynasties. Just a lot of photos.
For more photos, head over to GQ.