AfroerotiK

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 white supremacy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label white supremacy. Show all posts

Monday, May 23, 2016

Diary of a Perverted Housewife

So I'm browsing Tumblr last night and I was sucked in to the cycle of endless clicking and exploring. I found a blog that was titled Diary of a Perverted Housewife. (I won't link to it but you are more than welcome to search for it if you'd like). My curiosity and my amateur anthropological nature led me to explore further. This young lady claims that she is a prim and proper young lady who does nothing but masturbate to porn all day while her husband is at work. She's pretty forthcoming about her desires and she interacts with her followers, telling them fantasies and answering questions.

I will be the first to admit that the few white women I know, the ones whom I love, are wonderful amazing beautiful women who are NOTHING like regular white women. I was curious because I know the minds, the pathos, the psychology of submissive white men better than anyone (if I have to say so myself) but my knowledge of the inner workings of white women is limited to say the least.

First and foremost, let me state that her blog is replete with images of white people having sex with animals. OK, let's not waste time pretending to be shocked, we can find it all over the net and if it's on Tumblr, it's clearly a huge sexual fetish that is wildly popular. (It should be noted that bestiality is a violation of Tumblr's terms of service yet there are 10s of thousands of images and videos posted there) Sex with animals is disturbing on multiple levels to say the least but let's all agree that it's hardly uncommon based on the amount of porn that is easily accessible for FREE. 

Anyway, I am exploring this woman's blog and amidst the images of people having sex with animals, the memes that depict blatant pedophilia, incest, and rape, and a whole host of other extreme and depraved fetishes, this young woman has images of interracial sex interspersed in her blog. The vast majority of them are white women with Black men but there are several pages dedicated to Black women having sex with white men as well.

Hear me and hear me well. This is not unique to her blog, it is not uncommon across the net. White people associate sex with Black people the same way they do with animals. We are not humans to them. We are sexual beasts, animals, they look down on us like we are subhuman and that is why they are so aroused by interracial sex. Black men are conforming to their racist beliefs by playing the Mandingo savage who is blinded by his lust for white women.
 
She thinks that  having sex with a Black person is perverted and depraved.  She's not alone.  For more than a decade, I have been trying to tell people that the trend is real, that the white women who like to have sex with dogs are also having sex with Black men.  Now it seems that the white men who are fucking and getting fucked by livestock and members of the animal kingdom are finding that sex with Black women is equally as arousing.  

You can be all about the swirl.  You can say that color doesn't matter. I need to caution you however,  Know who you are sleeping with.  Know how they really feel about you. 


Wednesday, June 17, 2015

What do you have against white people?





The overwhelming and most consistent characteristic of white men is their arrogance.  They believe the world revolves around them.  They feel like they are entitled to respect, satisfaction, entitled to have the last say, whatever it is that they desire more than anyone else.  Even those who identify themselves as submissive are more often than not, arrogant as fuck, because they can’t comprehend that as a black person, I’m not willing to satisfy their desires or conform to their fantasy of what a Black woman should be. 

Running a close second to arrogance in universal characteristics of white men, actually, intricately tied to it, is racism.  They dismiss any experience other than their own as invalid.  Because they don’t have any experiential knowledge of the things that black people discuss, share, or opine, they claim it has no validity.  They form their opinions based on racist beliefs and god forbid anyone who challenges those racist beliefs, they are going to suffer the wrath of the almighty white man. 

As long as white men say, “I’m not racist,” that is supposed to mean that no one is supposed to question their motives.  Apparently, if they jerk off to interracial porn, that means they aren’t racist.   Forget that they are masturbating to nigger porn and it’s perpetuated on the belief that Black men are inherently inferior, or that Black men are sexual savages.  Even when they say, “I want to be humiliated and degraded by serving  the superior Black race,” they really mean, “It would be so degrading and humiliating to serve you because you are supposed to be inferior and I would be lowering myself to beneath you if I did and that’s the ultimate humiliation . .  . in private”  Think about it.  If they believed Black people to be truly superior, submitting to us wouldn’t be degrading, right?  If I had a nickel for every time a white man said, “I’m not racist,” followed by him saying, “Black men don’t raise their children and they love to fuck white women,” or some other racist and offensive stereotype, I’ve have enough money to self-publish my book with change enough to have a big sack of nickels to hit them in the head. 

Some white dude sent me a message claiming how he wanted to submit to a black woman because he had so much power in real life that he wanted to relinquish it by serving a black woman.  He was a 20 something college student.  My question to him was, what the hell sort of stressful, powerful decisions do you have to make as a college student, which beer to drink?  I wanted very much to question his motives further, inquire about why he felt that serving a Black woman was so degrading but oddly enough, he blocked m when I called him out about the fact that he didn’t even have a part time job and he had no really stress or pressure to relieve.  His supposed power was nothing more than his unjustified privilege as a white man.  I can assure you, that 9 times out of 10 when a white man tells me that he wants to submit to me, I can respond by saying, “Meaning you want to be my faggot sissy bitch while I let Black men fuck your slutty white pussy bareback.”  In never fails that they fall all over themselves proclaiming that I’m some sort of psychic mind reader that has tapped into their deepest darkest secrets, like their fantasies are unique or special.  Every fucking day it happens, like clockwork.

White men look at BET or one of those horrid reality shows and think Black women are all pole dancers and ghetto hoochies and that we are just waiting for a white man to come along and validate us by telling us that we are pretty so they can add a chocolate pussy notch on their belts.  White people are becoming more and more comfortable being racist and all they have to do is say, “I’m not racist,” and all is supposed to be forgiven.  White men are becoming more abrasive, threatening, and confrontational when I speak out about racism, when I discuss race outside of a sexual context.  It’s all good when I’m talking about fucking them with a strap-on or making them suck a big black dick, but when I talk about white male privilege, when I talk about institutional racism or the abnormal and delusional behaviors of white men in society, then I become an uppity nigger bitch.

What I find fascinating is the number of white men who have some sort of sick and really psychotic need to create profiles to try to disparage me.  I’m transparent.  My name, my real pictures, my identity are out there for all the world to see with no shame. There’s something incredibly infantile and mentally ill about the number of white men who think it’s unique or hurtful to make up a profile in order to make negative comments about me.   I think it speaks to a  collective white insanity that so many white men have done it, that so many have sat behind their computers trying to figure out how to get that bitch AfroerotiK and the best they can come up with is making up a fake profile to feebly attempt to ridicule me. 

White people who privately acknowledge their submission to black people don’t rid themselves of the racist beliefs that are ingrained in their psyche in this society.  Any country built on the oppression of one race is going to pass on those beliefs as the foundation for all thought processes, institutions, and defacto practices.  The whole, "I don't see color," is nothing more than rhetoric and doesn't indicate anything other than a person not willing to look at their own misperceptions.  You god damn better see my color.  My color is replete with the pain of my ancestors and my daily struggle. 

I had a white gentleman tell me a story once that I found utterly fascinating. He told me, admittedly, that he used to be racist but had a transformative experience. He went on to say that he had procured the services of a professional dominatrix. She blindfolded him and went about her business of degrading him, humiliating him, whathaveyou. Unbeknownst to this man, the white pro Domme had in fact switched with a Black Domme who was responsible for giving him what he felt was the most intense experience of his life. This Black Domme apparently had urinated on him. Well, once the blindfold was removed, voila', his racism was gone. Healed by the magical piss of the Black woman. I suggested to him that racism isn't just washed away with a little piss and that in order for him to truly rid himself of racist behaviors that he would really need to challenge his beliefs, learn, reprogram all that he'd been taught. At that point, he called me a racist nigger bitch.

Time and time again, I have white men tell me that they aren't racist because they are attracted to black women, because they want to submit to Black women.  But, in the same breath, they are afraid to meet me in public in a place where people that know them might see them.  Or they tell me that black women are superior because they are so naturally dominant, never giving credence to the totality of us as women, that we can be frail, sensitive, emotional, nurturing, and basically human beings.  You don't love Black women if all you see us as is an outlet to your fetish.   

I've had white men tell me that they want to be with a black woman to see if our pussies taste different.  Number one, I'm not a scratch and sniff experiment; I'm a human being.  There is absolutely nothing different about my physical make up other than the presence of melanin.  My blood is the same, my tears are the same, my piss is the same, and my pussy is the same.  If there’s a difference in my taste it’s because I’m an individual and EVERYONE is going to have a different taste.   

I had a white man tell me that his wife had a black lover and he would be forced to pay the black man to service him orally and how he felt that was the ultimate humiliation.  He professed that he wasn't racist and how he thought that Blacks were superior.  When asked how he thought Blacks were superior, he listed physical characteristics.  Check it, if he thought blacks were truly superior, he would not feel it was humiliating to suck a black cock, it would be an honor.  I asked him some of the Black people that he thought were intellectually superior and he said Condoleezza Rice and me.  First and foremost, there should NEVER be an occasion where Kindasleezey Rice and I are compared on the same scale.  She is the anti-Christ and I denounce her as a black woman.  Second, it's obvious he had no clue about my intellect; he was merely enamored with my propensity to fit his fantasy of what a sassy Black Domme should be.   

I can't tell you how many times I've had white men tell me, "Oh, I wish I was a black man."  When asked why, the number one reason, "They have such big cocks."  Okay dumbass, you think being a black man is all about fucking white women with an 11-inch dick?  You don't see the correlation between black men and the prison population, Driving While Black, and the inordinately high Black murders by police.  No, you don't want to be a Black man; you want to have white privilege, a big dick AND have white women throwing themselves at you.  White men who say that stupid shit inevitably say, "I don't have a racist bone in my body.  Not since I started watching interracial porn,” as if an orgasm while looking at a black person have sex cures diseased perceptions." 

My favorite?  White man approaches me and tells me how submissive he is to black women.  I tell him I’m not interested in a submissive at this time, white, black, or other.  They tell me that they can (fill in the blank with a degrading and humiliating act) and refuses to accept that I’m not interested in him.  Next thing out of his mouth . . . YOU RACIST NIGGER BITCH. 

On the other side of the spectrum are white men who claim to have no affinity at all to interracial domination and who claim that they don't see color at all.  They claim that it's just a coincidence that they are aroused by my writings and that they have never contemplated race before.  Their rhetoric is all the same:  they are oblivious to color, color doesn't matter, can't we all just get along, I wasn't raised racist, and as of late, "I voted for Obama."  None of these clichés, not one, is an indication that a white man has given up the racist beliefs that have been programmed into the minds of white males since Blacks landed on these shores.  If you don't see color, you don't want me to dominate you.  I am a Black woman, with a different perspective, a different culture, different experiences, and far less privileges than someone who is white and who has a penis.  My ancestors were slaves, I am a descendent of the strongest people this country has ever known.  You mother fucking skippy color matters.  Please don't try to make me into some sort of "chocolate" version of a white woman because I most certainly am not.  In fact, I'm not chocolate at all, I'm Black. 

The only white people who aren't truly racist are those who are willing to be empathetic and understanding, who are willing to concede that they don't have knowledge of racism, and who are willing to listen to those who have experience with it and to those who are willing to speak out, educate, and enlighten others.  The only individuals who aren't truly racist are those who are willing to walk a mile in the shoes of the activist, to listen to their tales of horror, to feel empathy and compassion for an experience that is different than their own.  When white people try to silence me with cries of, "You're the racist," and other such clichés, it shows that they are not willing to give up their privilege, that they are vested in holding on to their patriarchal, misogynist, racist beliefs.  Just saying, I'm not racist," doesn't make it so.  Conversely, trying to silence people of color at the mere mention of issues of race is clear indication of deep-seeded racist mindsets, beliefs, and ideologies.

That is what I have against white people. 

Any more questions? 

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Your Blue Eyes Ain’t Like Mine





I need to talk to white people for a minute.  I’m here to say that you have been fooled into a false sense of superiority.  Black people have been trying to emulate your looks since we were enslaved on the plantation.  We spend countless hours, dollars, and tears trying to alter ourselves, changing the way we are supposed to look in order to look more like you.   You think that we should think, act, and look like you in order to be considered attractive.  It seems you have established yourself as the standard of beauty and everyone else is supposed to bend, meld, and conform to what you look like in order to be considered attractive.  I’m here to tell you that I’m not a slave.  I’m free from the mental chains that tell me that your features, traits, and aesthetics are better than mine.  I’m not obsessed, intrigued, or captivated by the beauty standards of white people. 

I don’t covet or crave your flowing, straight hair; I simply don’t think it’s more attractive than my own.  I love my nappy, wooly, African hair.  I don’t have to have bouncy, shiny curls in order to feel beautiful and you can rest assured that  I have less than zero need to sew someone else’s hair in my head to try to emulate what grows out of your head.  I adore the hair that God has graced me with and I don’t think it’s bad, unmanageable, or ugly.   Long hair is more attractive on women, or so you say.  I say I can rock my hair short and feel confident, beautiful, and unapologetically Black.  No, my hair is not the color of the sun, it’s the color of the dark night sky, the color of the vast and infinite universe.  I think my hair is beautiful in its natural state that is nothing like yours.  It defies gravity.  Your hair can’t do that.  I don’t need to dye, lighten, or change my hair color to feel more attractive.  My black hair, my BLACK hair is gorgeous, just the way it is. 

I don’t have to alter my appearance to try to look like you because I’m comfortable in the skin I’m in.  Your light eyes are nice, for you, but I much prefer my own deep, dark soulful eyes.   I will never buy colored contacts because I think that your blue or green eyes are more attractive.   I don’t want or need to have children who are beige, I don’t want to see their hazel eyes reflected in mine because I honor and love the Black Africans who came before me, whose blood courses through my veins, not the slave masters who raped my ancestors.  If you know nothing else in life, if there is one thing you can be assured of when you take your last breath on this earth, you can know without question that I will never try to lighten my skin to look more like you.  My melanated, brown skin is perfection in my eyes.  My full lips and wide nose may be ugly to you, you may be repulsed by my thick facial features.  That’s okay with me.  I don’t think your thin lips and pointy noses are attractive.  If I pick up a magazine or turn on the TV, the media would have me believe that I’m obese if I’m over a size 6.  That’s fine . . . for you.  For me . . . not so much.  I’m blessed with a big, round ass and thick thighs and I that fits me just fine. 

You see, there shouldn’t be just one standard of beauty in this diverse, colorful world.  So while most Black people are trying to look like you, while they feel that they are more attractive the less African they look, I’m not burdened with that unhealthy and debilitating belief.  I can celebrate myself, my features, and my own inherent African beauty and be confident and secure.  I can hold my shoulders back and my head high.  I LOVE the skin I’m in. 
Copyright 2015 AfroerotiK

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

White people expect us to behave like niggers



White people expect us to behave like niggers; it is the only role they will allow us to wear with impunity.  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.  Men, brag about how big your dick is and how much you love fucking white women.  Sistas, post a picture of your ass and your fake nails.  You won’t get a single, solitary response from white people.  Well that’s not entirely true.  You will probably be inundated with white people asking you to fulfill their sexual fantasies but not one white person will take issue with your self-proclaimed status as a nigger, nigga, whatever pronunciation people insist has some validity. 

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.  Talk about white people’s history of vile racism, oppression, colonialism, genocide, slavery, 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.  Say that #BlackLivesMatter.  Post links to articles where whites have gotten disparate treatment by the justice system.  White people will crawl out of the woodworks to tell you that Black people are ignorant and that you are nothing but a nigger.  Scores of white people will tell you that you are racist and they will get carpal tunnel typing out response to tell you that you have offended their precious white sensibilities.  Those same white people have NEVER, not once in their lives gone on a white person’s page to reprimand them when they are blatantly racist are the exact same white people who, if you speak out about racism, if you speak out about white privilege, if you address the fallacy of white supremacy, if you identify the clear pathologies of white people, they will make it their life’s mission to put you in your place.