Taraji P. Henson showcases her sultry side on the cover of the October issue of EBONY. The Hollywood staple talks about her latest project, No Good Deed, a genre-defining thriller that she stars in and produced.
“It’s a real girl-power film; she never stops fighting,” says Henson regarding her character, Terri. “It delivers the message that you don’t ever have to become the victim.”
Known for her down-to-earth personality, the actress/producer has an intimate talk with EBONY’s Tami,editor-in-chief, Mitzi Miller, on provocative topics ranging from the kinkiest place she’s had sex and her guilty pleasures to bizarre dreams and sexting. She even offers up the best advice she’s ever received: “My dad always told me to get from around those who have the same problem and get around people who have a solution.”
Following her father’s advice has paid off. Henson is now a recognizable face whose diverse body of work, including The Curious Life of Benjamin Button and Baby Boy, has garnered accolades from Oscar nods to NAACP Image Awards. Despite her accomplishments, Henson admits she still struggles with accessing the power of influence in the industry.
“I’m still treated like I’m on the D-list,” Henson acknowledges. “I’m still being considered with actresses who haven’t done half the stuff I’ve achieved.”
But the Washingtonian uses the obstacles as motivation.
“When people tell me no, I get hyped,” she shares. “Because when I prove that I can and will, I love watching people eat crow. “
What body part will you have to fix in five years?
“My stomach. I get it from my mom, who had to get a tummy tuck because she didn’t exercise. I try to work out at least five days a week. But if it reaches the point where I am not satisfied, I’m just going to be like, “Can you suck this out of me? Thanks!”
What’s your No. 1 guilty pleasure?
“Watching ratchet, ratchet television—like any of the Real Housewives shows, especially when they were fighting and a girl got her weave snatched out—that is my guilty pleasure. Sometimes, I’ll just sit in front of the TV, screaming, “Ratchet, ratchet, ratchet! Where’s the ratchet TV?”