My entire life..seriously the whole thing..whenever I heard the word cantaloupe  I thought of “can’t elope” and I would ( in my head ) say “aww so sad, I wonder why that can’t just elope”. Then one day in the early 90’s while drawing John Cougars Melon Camp I drew a bunch of melons in canoes and swings and stuff. So every time I think of a cantaloupe those are the images I see.  Well ,  there is also the melon image I stumbled onto while perusing a very bizarre porn site…but I try not to think about that one.   Pretty much a melon with a veil in vegas and a melon playing horseshoes, that’s it. For 38 years….and then out of the blue 2 nights ago, I role over at 3 am and think cant-a-lope.

I think it’s really funny, maybe everyone has thought this and I am a late bloomer, I am sure it’s been done a million times, but I wanted to draw it. So I get a picture of a cantaloupe and draw it EXACTLY as it looks to me in the picture, I do not embellish with my own ideas of whimsy or feminism…and yet everyone I show this to says “nice vag”. My brilliant friend Yurii deemed it a cuntalope. ( I wish I thought of that )

It’s like I accidentally O’keefed.   I wasn’t even trying to draw something pervy. Believe me, I was going for jack-a-lope cheeky geekery, something to thrill the masses … I don’t know how this happened?

Anyway, so here it is, my cantaloupe in all it’s glory, singlehandedly unintentionally taking the most symbolic fruit for breasts, and making it female in a different way and then giving it some horns.

I have drawn the conclusion that the bizarre melon porn site had a more horrid effect on me then I originally thought..Apologies far and wide.

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