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, July 30, 2015
I must give thanks and praises for the love like I’ve never known. I gaze upon his sleeping form and I’m humbled by his beauty. His gentle breathing is like music to my ears. I ask myself could there be a wine more intoxicating than his beauty. If it exists, I know that it could only be when I drink from him, tasting his essence when he erupts in my mouth. Savoring his juices, I’m intoxicated by his seed and I drink freely.
I’ve searched forever for this man. I was created for him and he for me. When those around me told me to settle, when others told me to compromise, I held steadfast to my vision and I was delivered the perfect embodiment of my dreams. His gentle touch makes me wet and I see the world anew through his eyes. His mouth envelops my clit and the softness of his lips paint pleasure like I’ve never known before. The soft round curve of my tummy is the perfect pillow for him to lay his head. My aching hard nipples are like magnets for his mouth. I can fall asleep with him sucking them like a baby.
It is most certainly his manhood, that column of beauty and lust, which enslaves me and holds me captive. His locs tickle my face as we kiss passionately, his lips kiss me with tenderness. My tight, wet, warm core surrounds him and I can’t help but release my cum from the depths of my being as he strokes me deeply, hard. He is my king and my strong, Nubian Knight. He is my lover, ally, and confidant and I’m a better woman for knowing him in the most intimate way.
Copyright 2006 AfroerotiK
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
So, going forward, I still have work to do. I know now that the outcome is assured. What I must do is what I have done. Write. I can write about what I know about and that's how the collective consciousness of Africans born in America was formed. (I don't write about Africans on the continent even though I have a tremendous and loving following there). I can write about the dysfunctional and detrimental beliefs we have inherited from white people. I can give models of what it means to be emotionally mature, vulnerable, and to be AfroerotiK. To be AfroerotiK is to be secure in your sexuality, to rid yourself of unhealthy views, to redefine everything that we've been brainwashed to believe is true. What other races do is not my concern. My only concern is to lift the consciousness of MY people.