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Mon 27 April 2026 20:30, UK
Everything about Grace Jones was effortlessly, impossibly unique, including her preferred measures for drug consumption.
She was punk before the world even heard the term. Following Jones’ high-profile modelling career early in the 1970s, a fiercely original aesthetic emerged as she became drawn into disco’s orbit, cutting a striking impression of angular beauty and androgynous allure, reflecting the curious selection of material on her records. A little modern chanson and a dash of Broadway standards were eclectically scooped and whipped together with the day’s disco and R&B for a befittingly confounding presence in the charts.
Before her detour into new wave pop and a 1980s Hollywood career, Jones was one of the few members of the beautiful people afforded a guaranteed entry into Studio 54’s glittering exclusivity. A disco Mecca, Midtown Manhattan’s infamous nightclub would stand as a regular haunt for the singer, surrounded by the ardent hedonism on display in the balconies above and down in the private basements, as well as all sexual tastes catered for. Amid such wanton debauchery were the mountainous levels of cocaine flowing through the dancefloor in the drug’s 1970s heyday.
It’s easy to think that Jones was an eager imbiber of coke, but it turns out she wasn’t quite the fiend as many would assume. She did, however, develop an unorthodox manner to chase that potent dopamine hit when the moment took her.
“If I had taken as much cocaine as it is rumoured, I wouldn’t have a nose,” she confessed frankly in 2015’s I’ll Never Write My Memoirs. “Actually, I preferred to put a rock up my ass rather than snort it. Sometimes it might get blown up there, one way or another. Then you get a very wonderful sexual feeling in your lower half. Stick a tiny little rock up your butt, and it feels fantastic.”
Makes sense. With the rectum so close to the genitals, it stands to reason that cocaine’s potent euphoria will fire those amorous flames with greater horny explosion than via the conventional snort. Most drugs on the whole can be taken anally, everything from smack, MDMA, Valium, LSD, and even alcohol – a practice known as ‘butt-chugging’ – can be ‘boofed’ where the sun doesn’t shine.
Still, intrepid drug takers considering the arse would be wise to heed caution, as the substance’s fast-track into the bloodstream and potential for tissue damage may render the whole operation far more trouble than it’s worth.
Good enough for Jones, though. Just as it’s impossible to imagine the ‘Pull up to the Bumper’ singer performing mundane tasks like sorting her socks or carrying a big Tesco shop to a Ford Focus, shoving a rolled dollar bill up her nose just seems far too humdrum for Jones’ flamboyant energy, ensuring her coke habit is just a little extra to ensure her mystique is intact.
Jones promoted all kinds of ways to enjoy the Devil’s dandruff, including the novel mix of marijuana for another option that doesn’t involve the nostrils, and seriously not to be confused with a popular kids’ breakfast cereal. “Or you put it in a bit of lotion and rub it on your skin,” she added. “Tried that with a couple of girlfriends in Paris — nice. And the Cocoa Puffs. That way of taking it, rather than putting it up my nose.”
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