When I was younger I bought the Janet Jackson cassettes and CDs. My parents found the lyrics and were appalled so I had it taken away from me for years! Can you believe it? Being deprived of Janet was definitely stunting my sexual maturity. I mean, seriously, that picture of her with someone gently cupping her breasts? Or, what about her lyrics to songs like “If”, “Black Cat”, “Rope Burn”, and “Nasty”? I swear, I searched everywhere in my house, in all my parents hiding spots both usual and unusual, and never found that damn CD. Finally, one day I was deemed old enough to hear it- which probably had to do with the fact that my dance teacher only taught songs by Janet. I listened the CRAP out of those once I got them. Danced in my room like a rockstar, thought I was sexy as hell, even now hearing a Janet song can get me biting my lip, writhing around my house, and snapping my neck back and forth.
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| The body we all aspire to have, I hope she flaunts it. |
I got my Rodarte sheer dress, dancing shoes, and the Anna, author of Fat Bellied Girl to come and shake our groove thangs to the one, the only, Miss Janet Jackson!
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