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.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Wait, you mean that no doctor or scientist has found this gay anal pleasure DNA sequence that allows ONLY homosexual men to experience pleasure when anally stimulated? Are you serious? Oh, okay, let's rethink this. There isn't anything that makes ONLY gay men experience pleasure anally so . . . what if . . . OK, stay with me . . . ALL men experience pleasure when they are stimulated anally and that has nothing whatsoever to do with their sexual orientation? That couldn't be possible, could it? Either there something that makes ONLY gay men experience pleasure when stimulated anally and that makes homosexuality as natural as say, red hair or blue eyes. If there ISN'T something specific that makes only gay men experience pleasure when stimulated anally, that means that all men have the potential and ability to experience pleasure when stimulated anally and receiving pleasure anally has nothing whatsoever to do with sexual orientation. So which one is it?
Sunday, November 16, 2014
I've been trying desperately to explain to this generation of young women who think that objectifying themselves is empowering that feminism is NOT about being as sexually indiscriminate as men. I understand, recognize, and fully acknowledge that my generation has let them down. We have let them be raped, molested, abused, and used. We have let them grow up in a society that shames them for their sexuality and conversely celebrates men's sexist behaviors. My generation dropped the ball. We never told or taught our girls that being sexy should not be their objective. We never taught our daughters to love themselves as unique human beings and individuals, instead we told them to be beautiful to get a rich man, to sell pussy to pay the bills, to be be competitive and petty with other women. We didn't show them examples of love, of respectability so they rally against it, they reject and hate the very concept of respectability because they feel as if it invalidates their place on the planet. We didn't teach them to lift themselves up, we let them wallow in dysfunction and we turned a blind eye to it because we never addressed our hurts from the men who used us, who violated us.
We let our daughters be raised by Zane's tales of adultery and promiscuity without offering a healthier alternative. We didn't give them guidance and direction about becoming a woman and understanding their sexuality, we let them raise themselves. Now, we have a generation of women who believe that showing your ass is empowering. We have a generation of women who believe that being degraded and humiliated during sex is normal and healthy. We have a nation of young women who righteously want to strike out and rally against the oppressive forces that look to silence them and diminish them for their identity as Black women but we haven't properly armed them for the fight. We have allowed them to set their standards so low that they consider barely literate, immature criminals, thugs, and violent males as ideal partners. We've not given them anything to strive for, no standards to set for themselves so they rally, they fight, they violently defend conforming to sexist, patriarchal, and demeaning sexual objectification because that's all they know.
My generation has to take full responsibility for dropping the ball. We are to blame. We let our daughters think that having a big ass gave them value, that having a man with money was more important than having a man with integrity. We didn't teach them the difference between not being ashamed of their sexuality versus being proud of being vulgar. They think the world is defined by their flagrant sexuality. Deep inside, they want to feel valued and loved and understood for more than their sex, they have the very human need to be connected and partnered but we haven't shown them anything close to a healthy relationship let alone how to sustain one so they get offended if a man speaks to them, they are disgusted when someone suggests that all they've known to be true and right is wrong.
Assism is not Feminism but to tell that to a generation who has been raised with Beyonce flaunting her sexuality, with the degradation of women in porn available 24 hours a day before they become fully mature sexual adults, the subculture of weavism and housewives who don't do any housework but who marry one dimensional, sexist men with money has completely handicapped the Black community. We've let boys continue with their emotionally immature, sexist, oppressive, bullshit and we've let girls think that wearing seven inch heels that cost as much as rent makes them have more value.
Monday, November 10, 2014
I started writing erotica in the 10th grade. The boy I had loved from afar for 5 years sat in front of my in my typing class and I wanted to impress him with my newly budding sexuality so I would write stories like I had read in my mother's extensive porn collection hidden in her closet. I would sell the stories I had written to boys for $5.
In college, I had a boyfriend and I loved writing him erotic stories. I loved writing erotic letters. I loved writing. My degree was science and technology based but I took liberal arts classes whenever I could that would allow me to write. One professor BEGGED me to go to law school after I wrote a paper about defending women's right to choose. As fate would have it, upon graduation, I got a job based on my artistic and creative merit and not my scientific accomplishments. I would show people my portfolio and they were more impressed with the aesthetics than the content. For years, I did very little writing. I was married and we alternated years of being outrageously happy and unbearably miserable, off and on.
It wasn't until I got divorced that I started writing again. I would buy expensive journals and write about my spiritual and emotional evolution and write erotica simultaneously. I loved writing on crafted papers (still do) and telling stories. I would try to seduce men with my writing. It was the very beginnings of AfroerotiK even though it was a decade before I would come up with the concept. I would buy lingerie and lotions and cassette tapes and make sexy recordings while I masturbated and recite my stories. I would create these packages and give them to men as my indication that I wanted to be intimate with them. (I don't think it worked one time if I recall correctly)
Fast forward to 2001 and I went to grad school to study African and African American Studies with a concentration in psychology. I got As on all my papers and I thought it was just because the standards for the school were so low. It wasn't until I started writing my thesis and working with Dr. Linda James Myers at OSU that I realized that I was really far more exceptional at writing than I had previously acknowledged or comprehended. I was asked to speak at a conference in England. I presented my paper and professors from all over were asking me to travel to their countries and teach classes at their various universities. I hadn't even gotten my Masters. It was then that I realized that I had a gift that not a lot of people had.
Meanwhile, in my personal life, I had started writing erotica again. I had created my perfect life at the time with academic and cultural pursuits but I was single and I wanted an outlet that was different than the emerging erotica market offered me. I was not at all aroused by rappers, drug dealers or basketball players so I started writing erotica to appeal to my desires for a transcendent, Africentric love with my intellectual, spiritual, emotional, mental, physical, and sexual equal. I didn't want to write about ghetto behaviors because I wasn't from the ghetto and the ghetto ain't as fabulous as Black people want to make it out to be. I wanted to write about the complexities of Black folk, the ones that weren't shown on TV or in music videos. So, I would write. I would write and when I was finished, I wouldn't be aroused because I was so invested in the sentence structure, the character development, the grammar that the stories were more like projects and when I was finished, I would post them online and people would say, "Oh my God, that was the best story I've ever read. Write one about XYZ." And I would. And more people would ask me to write stories for them about topics and fetishes that aroused them.
It was around that time that Zane started showing up on the scene. I've been pretty vocal about saying that I don't think she's a good writer. That's not a secret. I've told her so personally. I don't have anything against her personally and I'm sure she's a nice person but I think what she's done to millions upon millions of Black people is eroticize incredibly unhealthy and dysfunctional behaviors to the point that Black people, an entire generation of Black people now think that selling pussy, cheating, and casual sex is normal and right. Our collective need to see ourselves depicted in sexual situations was met by her willingness to use the words dick, pussy, and fuck in poorly-written stories of dysfunction and it sold.
So, AfroerotiK was born. I have never written about Black people cheating (I have written about white people cheating but they don't have a lack of positive images of themselves so I couldn't give half a fuck about portraying them in a positive light. I'm far more concerned with exposing their inherent racism.) I do not use the N word in any of my stories, I do not refer to women as bitches or other derogatory terms. I don't write about perfect characters but beautifully flawed characters who are working on themselves, who are committed to their evolution as a people. I fill my stories with lessons about life and love and communication and intimacy . . . you know . . . all the stuff dangerously lacking in any depictions of us as a people.
I tried, a decade ago, to get a book deal. I thought surely that agents would read my work and fall to their knees begging to represent me. Rather, they said they weren't interested. I went to publishers who surely would see that my writing was far superior to the newly emerging urban lit with its fifth grade level writing skill. In academia, I was touted as an exceptional writer. In publishing, people didn't like what I had to offer. Meanwhile, I'm writing more stories and posting them online, I'm building a following, people are telling me that they LOVE my work, that it touches them in ways nothing else has.
Today, I am dedicated to my mission to show Black people that love, intimacy, commitment, and emotional maturity are not bad things and that they can exist inside of a relationship that is sex positive, that explores more than vanilla sex. I'm dedicated to rid people of African descent of their oppressive, sexist, misogynist, homo and transphobic views. I'm dedicated to making Black beautiful again.
And so, I write.
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