Boyfriend's on the phone, wandering around a hotel lobby, somewhere.
"Walking around like I own the joint," she says.
"The hotel room didn't have a tub, just a standing shower. I was very disappointed."
Not disappointed that she couldn't luxuriate in a tub, but that she didn't have the necessary tools to write. Boyfriend marries her decidedly fancy highbrow lifestyle with sex-positive, feminist anthems in her raps (or rhyming "bachelor of arts" with "bachelor who farts") in her multimedia performance art persona — oversized glasses and hair in rollers — for a stage show that is as much cone-bra, arena-sized Madonna as it is an intimate, hilariously profane psychosexual bedroom drama.
"I like to summon my muse — I don't wanna wait around for her, because, you know, 'Bitches be late,'" she says. "I typically run a nice bubble bath, have a martini or some Champagne and the words just come, and next thing you know I'm moisturized, smelling of lavender and I have an album written."
Her next album, Love Your Boyfriend Pt. 3, is due as early as this year, she says. The last two volumes featured production work from Sex Party, using offbeat electronic pop and dance-influenced rap beats for her "collection of difficult love songs."
"Love songs that are honest, and love songs that make you stop and question the love songs you hear all the time," she says. "I think we achieved the perfect balance of nodding your head and scratching your head."
Boyfriend's father's side of the family owns a Civil War battlefield in Georgia, and while growing up in Nashville, Tennessee, she and Miley Cyrus "were probably babysat by the same lady at these parties where the Nashville elite drank too much whiskey."
"I have a conservative, religious family, most who would be horrified by the things I'm saying," she says. "But I've been put in my place — I've learned just because somebody loves Glenn Beck doesn't mean they don't also love Boyfriend."
After living in Los Angeles for five years and working in film, she moved to New Orleans with a job in arts education. "I was ready to get back to the South," she says. "New Orleans was the only Southern city that compelled me."
Her first performance as Boyfriend — which she describes as a "rap cabaret" — was opening for bounce artist Vockah Redu.
"He handed me the first money I ever earned as Boyfriend in the men's bathroom," she remembers. "A single tear fell from my eye and I told him that was the first time I made money as an artist. We had a quick hug and that was that. ... It took momentum, and now's the time, while I'm still cute, before I get too much cellulite. ... I feel like the best way for someone to experience Boyfriend is to be in that audience, and the best way to communicate Boyfriend is to be on that stage with a microphone."
Her Boyfriend persona, she says, "was kind of born out of the corners of my salaried schedule." Her 2014 interview with The Huffington Post was done over the phone while she was in her office supply closet.
"Anywhere at any given moment there's probably 500 people talking about 'their boyfriend' or 'Can you believe that his boyfriend said that' or 'God, I wish my boyfriend blah blah blah' or 'Oh my God, I want a boyfriend so bad' or 'I miss my boyfriend' or 'My boyfriend's a dick,'" she says. "'Boyfriend' has this sexual, heavy connotation to it that I knew was mine to take. I am your boyfriend. ... I'm available 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Who could ask for anything more?"