Drake to GQ: Sex Is Not a Priority (But If You're Cool I'm Down)

Drake aka no one's boyfriend but my own took time away from his busy sweater-wearing life to talk to GQ about what he's up to right now, which means that they styled him to look like he's living in Miami in 1978 ("The rapper shows off this summer's biggest hit, white jeans"). Oh, and he also comments on He Who Must Not Be Named, Will Smith and trying not to have sex so that his album comes out perfectly (!).

On the dreaded Chris Brown:

“I don’t want my name to be synonymous with that guy’s name. I really don’t. I wish we could sit down, just like you and me are right now, and talk it out man-to-man. But that’s not going to happen. I’m not confrontational, but if someone challenges, I’m not going to back down. …It’s embarrassing, the amount of media coverage. Two rappers fighting over the woman. He’s not even a rapper, but still, it’s the last way you want your name out there. It distracts from the music. But he’s made me the enemy, and that’s the way it’s gonna stay, I guess. …If I think about it too much, I feel it wrapping around my foot, like I get a feeling it could end really badly.”

Like...West Side Story badly? Like kraken from the sea badly?

On the beloved/reluctantly name-dropped Will Smith:

“I had lunch the other day with someone I extremely look up to. Okay—I had lunch with Will Smith, and listening to him talk, it made me think I don’t know what love is. He said something profound. He said love is when you become one and you need that person. It’s not about wanting anymore, you need that person. Hearing that, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt that way. I’ve held women in very high regard almost to the point where I felt like I needed them for a very long time, but I don’t know if I comprehend it yet, and I’m okay with that. I’ve made a lot of music about love being the only thing I’m missing. I think this is the first album I’ve made saying, I’m okay. I’m enjoying it right now. Maybe this is my time to grind it out, make a run for it and add some memories with my boys.”

"Add some memories with my boys" aka get down and dirty with some randos and maybe a friend watches.

Except wait! You're sending us mixed messages Drake:

“You know the way fighters don’t fuck before the fight? Sometimes I feel like I’m so focused on training my body and getting my mind right to create this album that sex isn’t one of my main priorities. If someone is around that I know and trust, I’m down. But I’m not going to end up with some stranger at this party.”

Which is a crying shame, according to your bodyguard:

"Imagine you and I are in the club," Spoon said, "and we meet some ladies. I spend $1,000 on a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne, and then you buy the next one. We're 2,000 into it, been having great conversation for an hour, and it's, like, Hey, ladies, would you like to go back to the SLS and take it from there? And then Drake walks in. These girls are like over the rope—all over him, man—and here we are, sitting there with our dicks hard. Drake didn't do nothing. He just walked in, but now you and I have a beef with him, and he just wants a drink. And we're not the only ones. There are a dozen, two dozen just like us. And that's every night when we go to the club. You have no idea where it's going to come from."

Don't hate him 'cause he's beautiful (and currently dressed like John Travolta when he had his real hair).

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