Wet and Wild

“Intimacy is not purely physical, it’s the act of connecting with someone so deeply you feel like you can see into their soul.” I ran across this quote earlier and it made me reflect on how strong of a need to connect with someone is in my life.  I crave having a partner in my life who feels confident enough to share all his secrets with me, who can tell me his dreams and fears, who can cry and know that I’ll hold him and love him.  It reminded me of a story I wrote about a couple who open up and share their sexual secrets with one another and how it creates a deeper bond.  Check it out and tell me what you think.  

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Sweetness

My Arms are “Too Short” to Box with the Devil

My Arms are “Too Short” to Box with the Devil

My vote for Keystone

I'm supporting the Keystone Pipeline, not because I'm an anti-environmentalist, or, God forbid, I'm a Republican regurgitating capitalist pablum.  I simply see that there is more than one solution to the very complex problem of our nation's dependency on fossil fuels and our struggling economy. 

There are lots of liberal arguments against the pipeline.  Some are valid as the proposal stands now but that doesn’t mean that it the entire concept has to be scrapped.  The pipeline has become an us vs. them issue.  It’s an either or and no one can even imagine a compromise.  My lefties argue that it’s not going to create THAT many jobs, only 22,000.  First and foremost, I do think that if there are 22,000 jobs created by the construction of the pipeline, that will mean more work for Americans than just those jobs.  Those workers, if they aren't Mexicans hired to work for substandard wages under inhumane working conditions (Not anti-immigration; I'm anti-exploitation) will be able to provide for their families.   They have to eat, they have to buy clothing, their added income will boost the economy. 

As a person of color, to hear someone say, "Oh, it's only 22,000 jobs," when Black unemployment is double the nation's rate is concerning to say the least.  We have been a nation of trickle down economics for so long that we fail to realize that trickle up is the only real way to build the economy.  People have to work.  When people work, when average everyday Americans work, they spend their money.  The very cliched 1% alternatively, who get tax breaks and don't have a need or desire to spend money, hoard it or invest it in Indonesia to exploit workers for $100/month.   The industries that created and maintained the middle class are gone.  None of the things we use in our technological age are made in this country and those were the jobs that people of color use to have that allowed us to move from sharecroppers to constructive citizens.  I think "we" (and by we I mean white people who have no idea what it means to be Black and unemployed) minimize the impact of 22,000 families being able to pay their mortgages, not worry about car notes, have health insurance, etc., etc., etc.,  Put people back to work and just see how the economy flourishes. 

Second, fossil fuel and its use has unquestionably destroyed our fragile eco-system.  That being said, we aren't going to rid ourselves of our dependency on it overnight.  It's silly to put our heads in the sand and think that we are going to be a green nation overnight, all driving our electric cars and riding our bikes with solar panels on our homes.  Obama, whom I'm not a huge supporter of because I wish, (hope and pray) he had a true socialist agenda more akin to the reputation he has for being one, should have introduced from day one plans to change the nation over to solar and wind power, to build high speed rails, and plans to develop alternative fuels and their production within these borders and the like.  He didn't.  Nor is he going to.  That being said, I think a pipeline built to excruciatingly painful standards and safety regulations, that is inconveniently re-routed to avoid any environmentally fragile areas and indigenous land, is infinitely better than simply saying, "Oh, woe is me, the ice caps are melting and we don't want that nasty old pipeline."  It's not a long-term solution and it's not the most environmentally sound option but I think stipulating that it remain in operation only for X number of years while it is also required that another form of alternate energy be explored and developed is the most reasonable solution "in the meantime" as my grandmother used to say.  

For Immediate Release AfroerotiK: Black Erotica Evolved

Images of African Americans in the media are clichéd, homogenized, and stereotypical.  Black music, Black literature, and Black movies are not only formulaic and one-dimensional, but they show a view of African American culture that is shallow, cartoonish, and dysfunctional.  Enter AfroerotiK.  AfroerotiK.com is the destination for an innovative examination of life, love, and sensuality for and about people of African descent that showcases Black (and interracial) erotica and creates a new playing field for the discussion of race, gender, and sexuality. 

The first thing that will capture your attention when entering the virtual doors of AfroerotiK.com are the stunning images.  There are breathtaking images of couples engaged in the most intimate connections, of every sexual orientation, gender, race, size, and shade.  There are erotic stories that address every fantasy, fetish, and desire.  There are, unquestionably, the sexiest e-cards showcasing Black sensuality to be found on the net.  Archives for podcasts that inform and educate, arouse and stimulate are added bi-weekly.  If you’re looking for sexual aides and novelties to spice up your relationship, the afro-sensual boutique is your ultimate destination.  Most significantly is the all NEW social networking portion of the site where visitors can sign up and participate in rousing debates, view videos, listen to music, share with their own personal blogs and connect with other like-minded individuals in an effort to bridge the divide that keeps so many people of color un-partnered, and so much more

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Erotic provocateur, racially-influenced humanist, relentless champion for the oppressed, and facilitator for social change, Scottie Lowe is the brain child, creative genius and the blood, sweat, and tears behind AfroerotiK.  Intended to be part academic, part educational, and part sensual, she, yes SHE gave birth to the website to provide people of African descent a place to escape the narrow-mined, stereotypical, limiting and oft-times degrading beliefs that abound about our sexuality.  No, not all Black men are driven by lust by white flesh or to create babies and walk away.  No, not all Black women are promiscuous welfare queens.  And as hard as it may be to believe, no, not all gay Black men are feminine, down low, or HIV positive.  Scottie is putting everything on the table to discuss, debate, and dismantle stereotypes in a healthy exchange of ideas.  She hopes to provide a more holistic, informed, and enlightened discussion of Black sexuality and dreams of helping couples be more open, honest, and adventurous in their relationships.

Visit http://www.AfroerotiK.com to experience the birthplace of an erotic revolution.

Contact: Scottie Lowe    for interviews                  fantasies@afroerotik.com

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Menage-afro-Trois

The Test of Time | AfroerotiK

The Test of Time | AfroerotiK

They're BAAAAACK

Free AfroerotiK E-Cards

Where else but AfroerotiK can you find erotic ecards that celebrate the beauty of Black and interracial sexuality? Good communication is the foundation of every solid relationship. Let your lover know that you are thinking of them, that you need them, want them, that they satisfy your every desire. Send one of our beautiful e-cards today and let these sexy images communicate your desire, passion, and your love. What a perfect way to re-ignite the passion in your relationship, keep the fires burning, or spark the flame with your new love interest. 

AfroerotiK Boudoir Photography

Philly area residents!  Do you want to have your picture taken with your partner like the images on www.AfroerotiK.com?  Now is your chance.  Book your appointment now.  You'll get 10 poses and a DVD with the edited images.  All genders, sexual orientations, ages, sizes, and colors welcomed. 

AfroerotiK: Staying Grounded

AfroerotiK: Staying Grounded

An Erotic Challenge

Erotica is meant to stimulate and arouse your senses.  How about reading a story that will incite your passions AND that is thought provoking as well?  I’m offering up a challenge to Black women to read a story that doesn’t appear at first glance to be about you, but ultimately, it’s about nothing but celebrating the beauty of Black women’s sensuality.  I’m challenging Black men to read it to speak to how their sexuality is perceived by the majority and examine their relationship to white and Black women.  Finally, I’m challenging white women to read the story and see if there aren’t some ugly realities revealed in some steamy truths.   

Law and Order

Black Gold

Esperanza Spalding - Black Gold (feat. Algebra Blessett) from Concrete Loop on Vimeo.

Nigga What?

We embrace calling ourselves niggers, like that’s empowering, when in actuality, it’s disrespectful to our ancestors and just plain ignorant.  To believe yourself to be a nigger, to behave like you are an ignorant sub human (the true implied meaning of the word) has no benefit or value.  Defending the use of the word, trying to rationalize that it has been changed into something positive is insanity.  Nine times out of ten, the usage of the word is meant to be disparaging and degrading, EXACTLY the way white people intended it to be used, and on the tenth time, it’s an empty a sign of self-hatred masquerading itself as a term of endearment. 

White people expect us to behave like niggers, so calling ourselves that, ESPECIALLY in front of them, does nothing but reinforce to them that we are inferior.  To carry yourself like royalty, to walk with dignity, to boldly declare that you are not only equal to but better than white people with your speech, your actions, and your intellect is FAR more threatening to white people than calling yourself a nigga.  Want proof?  Write a blog calling yourself a nigga and talking about cars, drugs, guns, rap, sex, sports, and how much you love living in the ghetto.  You won’t get a private response or two from white people.  Well that’s not entirely true.  You might get a response or two asking you to fulfill their sexual fantasies.  Then, write a blog, grammatically correct and spell checked, that talks about the greatness of black people, our strength, and our ability to excel despite racism, oppression, and bigotry.  Write about how our true history of greatness has been distorted with white lies and deception.  Discuss academically articulated with footnoted and documented proof, advanced African civilizations and how white people re-wrote history to make themselves appear superior.  White people will crawl out of the woodworks to tell you that Black people are ignorant and that you are nothing but a nigger. 

You have to ask yourself, what would you rather be called, what benefit do you get from calling yourself a nigga?  If calling yourself that makes you feel connected to other black people, consider yourself a slave on the plantation.  If you do nothing else this year, decide to stop using the N word to describe yourself, to describe other black people you want to look down on, or as some sort of synonym supposedly meaning Black person.  It’s negative, unenlightened, and stupid. 

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Sweet Spot

Now THIS is Afro-erotic

Not my image but she is working that fro. 

Inside Me

I Love

I have an unnatural addiction to all things vanilla. That’s not a metaphor for white men, I just love the flavoring.  I love vanilla scented candles, Good Hope Vanilla Tea, smelling vanilla extract straight from the bottle, I love vanilla. I love to juice mangoes and pineapple in the summer and drink it for breakfast it on my balcony. I love my best friend, even if she doesn't love me anymore. I love salads with avocado and black olives and home grown, organic tomatoes. I love salsa music with a passion and a dance partner who is taller than me when I’m in heels.  I love going to a jazz club and sitting so close to the bass that I can feel the vibrations in my chest. I love cuddling on the sofa, spooning in bed, finding that perfect place on my lover's chest where I just fit, and waking up with him aroused and rubbing on my butt.  I love listening to the piano being played solo, the first day of spring when I can wear sandals outside, the look of my feet in high heels with clear polish on my toes, taking a hot bath and feeling my body temperature rise, rubbing my head after I just got my hair cut, sucking on a newborn baby’s perfect little toes, herbal tea with honey, pumpkin seed chili, and pear cobbler from Lush Life Café. I love when I sweat and it's that slippery kind of sweat.  I love my grandfather.  I love that  was a civil rights leader and taught me the importance of having integrity. I love that my grandmother gave me the love my mother never could.  I love that I have had the opportunity to help two wonderful loved ones transition peacefully.  I love raspberries, blueberries, cherries, and really juicy peaches and plums. I love the fact that I'm not average. I love organic gardening and making fresh pesto sauce from basil I grew on my porch. I love blasting my favorite song in the car over and over again and singing it at the top of my lungs.  I love being in love and spoiling my partner and knowing that he appreciates it.  I love Cafe 290 on Sunday nights and a decadent picnic basket with gourmet foods. I love throwing dinner parties for friends and using my cloth napkins. I love all my ex's for teaching me how to love and making me a better woman.   I love Law & Order marathons when every episode has Jesse L. Martin, HGTV, documentaries about Black history, and Alvin Aliey’s Revelations make me cry every time I see it.  I adore making love to men with the same skin color as me, when I don’t know where he begins and I end.  I love writing a story and seeing the words come alive on the paper and realizing that I gave birth to transformative words.  I love playing games online that stimulate my brain and learning the words to amazing songs in different languages I don’t speak.  I love having my nipples sucked softly like a baby and the art of Woodrow Nash.  I love drinking coffee with amaretto creamer at night before I go to bed.  I love egg custard snow cones, unagi, learning things most people don’t know, women with thick, wooly, nappy afros and smooth dark skin.  I love late night phone sex with men with poetic hearts and radical minds.  I love the feeling of finishing a creative project, writing in my journal, chilled white wine, bone china, crisp, freshly laundered sheets, smoked salmon, making love in the candlelight, talking dirty during sex, white chocolate, dark chocolate, Stevie Wonder, I love telling people that Earth, Wing & Fire's September was written just for me because my birthday is the 21st night of September.  I love Ledisi's Feeling Orange CD even though it costs an arm and a leg and is more rare than a split atom, musicals from the 60s and 70s, and meditation.  I love conversation with deeply cerebral individuals who appreciate me for me and not my aesthetics and who don't judge me for my politics.  I love when people tell me that something that I've written has helped them, healed them, moved them, aroused them, or given them a new way to think about things.  I love wearing dresses and going out to dinner and knowing that I'm going to go home and make incredible, passionate, sensual, AfroerotiK love. 

Where the Kisses are Hers, and Hers, and His