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.

Showing posts with label black women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black women. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

“Females can be ___________,”

When a woman says, “Females can be ___________,” and the blank is filled in with some sort of negative comment that indicates that women tend to be naturally backstabbing, disloyal, manipulative, deceptive, devious, bitchy, etc., etc., etc., that is one of the most blatant forms of self-hatred possible.  To assert that women are somehow genetically prone to being inherently evil, bad, and/or wrong, WHEN IN FACT YOU ARE A WOMAN YOURSELF, is essentially saying that you are inherently those negative traits, that you are not capable of behaviors that are any better than those stank behaviors.

Black culture has handicapped young Black women.  Having been fed nothing but constant media images that represent Black women as constantly fighting, constantly competing for men, constantly needing to prove their worth with their clothes and shoes and fake hair, Black women have no concept of what it means to be a woman.  To be a “female” is to be some negative, reprehensible thing.  We have not taught Black women how to love themselves, let alone love their sistas as friends.   We have not taught them how to be friends let alone how to honor their friendships.   We have not shown them how to form bonds and unions with other women that are truly loving because we teach girls to be self-centered and narcissistic.

People think that self-hatred means literally saying, “I hate myself,” or at the very least saying, “I think I’m ugly.”   They don’t grasp that disliking the things that are inherent in you, natural to you, your core identity is what self-hatred really means.  Conversely, people also are delusionally convinced that being egotistical and making proclamations of, “I love myself,” is a sign of self-love.   Self-love is, in actuality, loving the skin you are in, being self-aware and not needing to conform to anyone else’s definition or standard. 

The inferiority complex that has been bred into Africans born in AmeriKKKa is the very definition of self-hatred. We hate our natural, nappy hair, we think it’s unmanageable, ugly, bad, and wrong.  We hate our natural features.  Our own Black hair isn’t good enough, we need blond hair, we need blue contacts, we need thin lips and light skin and a little tiny nose because our natural black skin is ugly, our natural big lips and noses are grotesque.  And extending that out, when women say “Females can be . . . ,” their subconscious mind says, “Yeah, females are all those bad things.  Hey!  You’re a female so, VOILA’, you are those things as well.”   That is the very definition of self-hatred.

Ladies, let’s start affirming that females are strong, resilient, that we are supportive and nurturing, and that we are capable of boundless, unconditional love.  More importantly, let’s strive to be those traits ourselves; let’s make it our mission to walk in integrity, let’s aspire to not do anything for which we have to apologize.  Let’s be amazing women so that we might attract amazing women into our lives. 

Friday, October 31, 2014

Peace and Plenty

            Every relationship undergoes key pivotal points in its evolution.  Casual dating transitions to an exclusive arrangement.  Exclusivity begets genuine feelings of love.  Love ushers in cohabitation: a combining of lifestyles and possessions, a bold declaration that the pairing has a sense of permanence, and a testing ground for matrimony.  Of course, there are sexual acts as well that serve as major milestones in a relationship.  The exploration of fantasy and sharing a “first” builds trust and intimacy and signals a stronger, more tangible bond.

            For Jamie and Shawn, their two-year relationship was about to turn the corner into un-chartered territory.  The plans were made, the date was set, the cable had been cut off . . . all the details were in place for Shawn to make the move from Ohio to Delaware to create a new home for himself under the same roof as his beautiful queen and soulmate.  He was nervous about what the big change might bring but completely confident in his decision.  In anticipation of the big move and as a special gift to Jamie, he planned a surprise get-away, week-long vacation to Exuma, Bahamas Grand Isle Villas.   It was a luxury resort that had every amenity one could ever want or hope for:  a free form pool with a swim-up bar, a private chef for in-villa dining and most importantly, a crescent-shaped white sand beach that was created by God for the sole purpose of rest and relaxation and soaking up the sun.  It was his way of saying, “Jamie . . . I’m so in love with you.  Thank you for completing me,” and to set a peaceful, relaxing stage before movers, boxes, and disorganization reigned supreme.  They had seven whole days with none of the pressures and stresses of work, obligations, or commitments.  In their Caribbean hide-a-way, they could let their hair down and be uninhibited.  

            From the moment their plane landed, they soaked up every decadent and hedonistic experience they could.  There wasn’t a massage, spa treatment, or alcoholic beverage they didn’t sample.  Shawn went horseback riding, parasailing, snorkeling and deep sea fishing while Jamie didn’t leave the lounge chair and her novel.  One day, opting to do a little bit of nude sunbathing, Jamie was more than happy to give Shawn a special show when applying suntan oil.  She did a sexy little lap dance for him, pouring oil all over her body and rubbing it in to her smooth, bronze skin.  Bending over in front of him, she spread the cheeks of her ass and gave him a breathtaking view that wasn’t on any of the brochures the travel agent had shown him.  She slid his swimming trunks off and Jamie slid down on his dick.  She rode him hard, bouncing up and down, using his dick to get herself off.  They were in full view of several passengers on a sailboat that was anchored slightly off-shore.  There was no shame or embarrassment to be felt, they were a couple taking advantage of paradise and living with no regrets. 

            By day four, Jamie was ready to venture out to do some shopping.  They combed the tiny streets of Exuma, in search of the perfect gifts to take home to friends and family.  The Peace and Plenty Gift Shop had such an inviting name, it was virtually impossible not to go in. 

            “Welcome, is there something in particular that you are looking for today?”  The voice came from the shop owner as she came out from behind the counter to greet the pair face to face.  She was breathtaking—and quite willing to share lots of intimate details about her life in a very short period of time.  Raised in Brazil, her name was Kia and it seems her mother was half French and Spanish and her father was half Kenyan and Indian.  She ended up on the island after having gone on vacation with an ex-boyfriend and falling in love with the place and making the decision never to leave.  She purchased the shop for a steal after Hurricane Andrew and never looked back.

            Jamie began moving around the shop in complete ease and comfort.  Shawn was content to just watch the two chat and browse.  It was more than apparent that the ladies were getting along like long lost friends who’d been reunited.  Kia proclaimed, “Here, you absolutely must try on this bikini, it will look fabulous on you.”  She pulled Jamie behind a small partition that was cordoned off to create a make shift fitting room.  Hidden behind the silk curtain, Kia undressed Jamie and dressed her like a mannequin, talking all the time.  They seemed to be in there for an inordinately long period of time and Shawn wondered what could be happening.  As the curtain was pulled back and Jamie emerged, he saw the signs of her arousal.  Her nipples were hardened and poking out from the thin material, her breathing was shallow, and her eyes were glazed over with a look of pure lust.  Shawn could feel his dick stiffen with unspoken excitement.  Kia emerged, equally as radiant and supercharged with sexuality.  All Shawn could do was say, “WOW, you look fantastic.  We’ll take it.”

            Back at the villa, Shawn was anxious for details of what had happened in the fitting room but he knew Jamie well enough to be patient and that she would share at the perfect time.  He didn’t have to wait long because shortly after they’d unpacked and repacked all their souvenirs, there was a knock at the door.  “In your haste, you forgot your old clothes.  Lucky for me, you mentioned where you were staying so I could return them to you.”

            “Oh, thank you so much, do come in,” Jamie said as she closed the door.  Did it really matter that the premise of returning the clothes was a thinly-veiled rouse coordinated by Jamie? As soon as she was safely inside, Kia turned and the ladies began kissing, making out really, while Shawn stood staring in disbelief.  Jamie broke the kiss long enough to come over to him and whisper in his ear, “This is my way of saying, ‘Thank you for completing me, sit back, relax, and enjoy.  I love you.’” 

            Shawn almost couldn’t believe his eyes.  It was like a dream.  The incredibly sexy woman he loved more than anyone or anything was about to make love to another incredibly sexy woman for his enjoyment.  He sat back in a comfortable chair, pulled out his dick, and watched the seduction begin.  Jamie was amazing, expressive, uninhibited in her actions.  Her movements were fluid as she gave into passion like she’d never known before.  Their sun-kissed, brown limbs were a blur of sensual tangles.  Not once did Jamie hesitate or have second thoughts as she devoured every inch of Kia’s body with her mouth. Their kisses were soft and tender and Shawn was amazed at the passion the two women shared.  In all of the times they had shared the fantasy in the privacy of their bedroom, Shawn never expected Jamie to be so creative when making love to another woman.  He took notes as she spread Jamie’s pussy lips and licked and sucked her hard clit.  Ramming her tongue deep inside Kia’s hole, Jamie used her tongue to fuck her like a dick.  In a million years, he never would have thought that Jamie would be so bold as to get into anal play with a total stranger but she didn’t have a problem probing Kia’s tender backdoor with her finger and making her go into orgasmic overdrive.  Even her dialogue was that of a seasoned expert.  “Mmm, I love your sweet, juicy pussy, I love the way it tastes.  Cum in my mouth you sexy thing. I’m going to lick my man’s hot cum from your pussy after he fucks you senseless.” 

 Kia, no stranger to being with another woman, was equally as talented and brought Jamie to several orgasms with her mouth and fingers.  She took special pleasure in sucking on Jamie’s gorgeous breasts.  Intertwining their legs, they rubbed their clits against one another, mixing their juices and aromas like a special blend of intoxicating perfume.

            Shawn was stroking himself, crazy with lust.  Just when he thought things couldn’t get any better, couldn’t get any hotter, he felt the tender caress of soft lips against his own.  Almost at the same time, a set of lips began sucking his erection.  Jamie was sharing her man out of love, out of connection and there was no jealousy or competition to be found between the three of them.  Both ladies knelt between his legs and began licking his dick at the same time.  One licked, one sucked, they kissed it together.  It seemed that whenever Jamie was swallowing him deep, Kia was licking his nuts.  They were fingering each other and Shawn had four breasts to caress and fondle. 

            They all moved to the bed and made themselves more comfortable.  Shawn was almost too nervous to know what to do.  He looked at Jamie for direction and approval.  She was the most important person in his life and he needed to know that she was still okay with everything, he needed to let her know that if she wanted to pull the plug on anything that it was okay with him.  Jamie kissed him softly, letting him taste Kia’s pussy for the first time.  He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, getting harder from knowing that the women he wanted to share his life with was “Dining at the Y” only minutes earlier. 

            The remainder of the three days were spent making, erotic, exotic love; Shawn, Jamie and Kia.  It was a stepping stone for the couple, a portal through which they traveled in order to become closer.  There were no regrets to be had.  Back in the States, they would consummate their combined lives with renewed vigor and the knowledge that they could look forward to the next major milestone in their relationship with eager anticipation. 

Copyright 2006 AfroerotiK

Monday, October 20, 2014

AfroerotiK Stands for Black Excellence

I want nothing more than the evolution of my people.  I want us to walk proud and strong and confident, knowing our history and not being ashamed of it.  I want us to be the best.  I want us to be articulate and informed, knowledgeable and wise.  I want us to be seekers of knowledge and masters of education.  I see absolutely nothing wrong with being mathematicians, scientists, physicists, physicians, even politicians if we have the best interests of our community at heart.  But not everyone is meant to be a scholar so I want us to strive for excellence in whatever it is we do as long as it is aligned with our collective good.  I want us to create great works of art and music and theater that will stand the test of time.  I want us, as a people, to be grand alchemists and metaphysicians, relinquishing the suffocating chokehold that Western religion has around our necks.  I want us be physically strong, rejecting the poison we put in our bodies and vigorously pursuing a sound body and mind.  I want us to embrace the intellect we once possessed that allowed us to be the creators of all the humanities and sciences, that built pyramids and mapped the stars with greater accuracy than modern man can comprehend.  I want each individual of African descent throughout the Diaspora to know their special talent, what purpose they were born to fulfill, and to exploit it to the benefit of themselves, their families, our community and humanity. 

I desperately want us to be healed from our emotional, psychological, and mental wounds.  I want us to heal from our personal abuses and the collective traumas that were inflicted upon our innocence as children and our ancestors.  I want us to repair our broken spirits and fix the hurt we try to suppress.  I want our relationships to be healed, our communication to be clear.  I wish with all my heart for us to embrace honesty, integrity, and responsibility not because they are traits inherent to white people, rather they are the traits of healthy individuals.  I want us to put aside Eurocentric standards and rules and embrace what is holistic and pure and true.  I want us to evolve and grow and mature collectively; I do not want us to be happy remaining stagnant and complacent and dysfunctional.  We must rage against the machine of mediocrity to ascend to our true place of greatness.   I need for us to fight back against racism, oppression, bigotry, and the fallacy of white supremacy, to be armed intellectually to fight the battle against those who do not see our inherent value as human beings.  I want us to prosper financially, to provide for our families and to never know need or lack, but not to be enslaved to capitalism and greed and gross materialism. 

If we were to be citizens of the world, accepting and respecting other cultures but loving our own the most, nothing would make me happier.  Open-minded, non-judgmental, and progressive are characteristic I wish we all possessed as a race.  I desperately want us to love the skin we are in.  I want us to love our natural hair, our full features, our bodies whatever shape they are in, and the deep, dark, melanated skin from whence we all originated.    I think most of all I want us to release the shackles of shame that surround our sexuality so that we might know true freedom.  I want us to embrace and celebrate our sensuality, not be driven by our lusts.  I want us to explore pleasure without boundaries but not be a slave to it.  I want us to redefine our identities, to become more than victims of our circumstances but creators of a new paradigm.  AfroerotiK stands for the passage from dark to light, the transformation from stagnant to vibrant. 

Monday, April 08, 2013

The Black Woman’s Manifesto for the New Millennium

Brought to you by AfroerotiK

I AM a Magnificent Black woman and as such  . . .

  • I will not trade, barter or sell my body for any amount of money because in doing so I know that I devalue my divine self, my sisters, and I enable men to believe that women are objects to be purchased. 

  • I will experience healthy instances of fear, insecurity, pain and depression without feeling as if I am less of a woman. 

  • I will hold my sons accountable for their wrongdoings, I will teach and guide them to be selfless, to be considerate, and I will give them consequences for their actions when they behave in ways that are self destructive or cause harm to others.   

  • I will raise my daughters to believe in their inherent value as human beings and not teach them to use men for money or that their appearance, skin tone, hair length, or body parts give them value.

  • I will NOT entertain, engage, flirt with, or become involved with a married partner, a partner who is engaged, or anyone who is in a committed relationship with another person.  I will respect myself enough to choose solitude over adultery. 

  • I will set healthy boundaries for myself and I will not tolerate physical, emotional, or sexual abuse from any person.  

  • I will not defend the actions of Black women when they are reprehensible.  I am equally willing to call out the pathologies of Black women as I am Black men.  I don't feel the need to defend the actions of my gender simply because we share the same chromosomal makeup.

  • I will enter into each new relationship expecting the best.  I will come to every relationship with an open mind and an open heart. 

  • I will express my concerns and feelings with my partner without projecting negativity.  I will take the time to listen carefully without getting defensive.  I will take the time to collect my thoughts and speak from a place of calmness before I express my concerns.   I will make sure I’m not arguing just to be right and that my concerns are valid. 

  • I will not judge men on the size of their wallets, the size of their penis, their car, or their job.  I will judge men based on their integrity, their character, their compassion, their vision, their progressiveness.  While I look for certain beliefs systems to be the same, I'm open minded enough to know the difference between differing lifestyle choices and differing core values. 

Copyright 2007 Scottie Lowe

Tired of seeing black women being portrayed as ghetto bitches, freaks and whores, and black men as barely literate thugs, bulls, and pimps, Scottie Lowe decided it was time to show black people in a positive sexual light. Ms. Lowe is the sole owner and founder of, a company dedicated to eradicating the negative and stereotypical depictions of Black sexuality and providing customized, personalized erotic stories for and about people of color.  Her innovative approach to writing Black erotica is shattering misperceptions and opening the doors to dialogue about subjects long considered taboo.