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.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
There was a time when women fought to have their voices heard, demanded to be treated as equals and not as objects, a time when feminist wasn’t a dirty word and meant more than “angry lesbian.” Those days are long gone. Today, women live to be the voiceless, un-opinionated, glamorous playthings of rich, high-profile men. There’s been a shift from women wanting to define themselves as human beings capable and autonomous, to women willing to accept that they are nothing more than sex objects defined by the length of their hair, the price of their outfit, the roundness of their behinds, and the attractiveness of their feet. Whereas, the 60s were the days of women asserting themselves and fighting for equality, the new millennium is the day of women showing off their midriffs and having men pay for their company.
Black women have been the targets of a very concerted effort to silence their voice, to stifle their growth. Thirty years ago, Black women were standing up for the right to be more than teachers, maids, and nurses. Today, sistas are striving to be the well-kept trophies of successful thugs and be rated on the sexist scale of attractiveness. Black women have been convinced that being a woman means having a man, and not having a man is a stigmata of shame, a lack or void that surely signifies that you aren’t good enough in bed, you aren’t beautiful enough, you don’t live up to your primary role in life of pleasing a man. Forget holding men accountable for their actions, forget having standards that fall outside of material possessions, to hell with asserting that being a woman is more than living up to a patriarchal model that feeds the distorted egos and libidos of men. Yeah, that crap is over. Today, women want to be objectified, complacent, and conform to the role of being seen (as beautiful) and not heard.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Miro a gente. Miro tendencias. Observo. Soy particularmente sensible a las aplicaciones la raza, el género, y la sexualidad pues pertenece a la evolución de mi gente. Guardando mi ojo en el clima político, he visto una cambio gradual que está ocurriendo antes de que nuestros ojos y su fabricación de bastantes ondas y yo sospechamos que está interconectado y que relacionado todo con algunas cambios serias en el sentido que es seguro tener impacto profundo en nosotros todo.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
I am, above all else, committed not to sharing my body with anyone who doesn’t meet my extremely high standards. In this, misogynist, sexist society, I’m looked down upon for having such high standards. Apparently, I’m supposed to have low standards so that any man who wants to fuck me can do so without any critique or criticism from me. My stringent standards have me spending much of my time alone, which I’m not happy with, but it is exponentially better than the alternative of spending it with someone whom I find emotionally immature, mentally enslaved, or just plain mediocre.
My “open mindedness” is perhaps a little bit more than most men would like. I’m not at all interested in heterosexual men. I am not attracted to them, I don’t desire to have a man who identifies himself as straight as a partner, and I can’t be convinced that a heterosexual man can be my night in shining armor if I only allow him to be. My interest is exclusively in openly bisexual men; men who have been in romantic relationships with another man, who are comfortable with being a switch, who have been penetrated and moreover, who don’t mind me penetrating them with toys.
I’m really looking for love. My perversions, if you will, are fetishes that I’m really looking to divorce myself from. At this stage in my life, I’m looking to experience passionate, erotic, sensuous, intense love making without the trappings of the extremes that have aroused me in the past. I deserve to feel loved and cared for in each of my love making experiences. I’m not saying I want it to be soft and tender every time, but I no longer want to be called a bitch and slut while I’m having sex with my partner either. It’s my declaration that I deserve to be cherished by my partner, not a slave to kinks and preferences that have been influenced by a society that takes pride in degrading women and making sex something dirty.
I’m not the super freak, hyper sexual, do-it-all woman that people make me out to be. I’m probably more sexually conservative than most people because I don’t have sex with people who don’t earn my trust, admiration and love; I’m just more public in my discussions of sex.