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.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Submissive White Men

It’s a topic so important that we have to do a follow up.  On our last show, we talked about the dynamics of individuals who are aroused by being called racial epithets during their intimate moments with partners of other races.  The last half hour of the show was dedicated to submissive white males and their agendas.  There just wasn’t enough time to go into the multi-layers of this HUGE phenomenon so we’re going to dedicate an entire show to peeling off the layers and exposing this trend, where it comes from, and what it all means.

On this show, we are going to be exploring the different types of submissive white men, what it  means to Blacks in a racist society to have so many white men sexually submissive, what impact does this trend have on our culture, why this trend has remained so hidden in plain sight, and we will hear from the mouths of submissive white men and Black dominants who will tell all their secrets.  Join us for this fascinating conversation that will surely open your eyes and make you rethink everything you know. 


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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Sexually Submissive White Men 03/20 by AfroerotiK | Blog Talk Radio

Sexually Submissive White Men 03/20 by AfroerotiK | Blog Talk Radio



It’s a topic so important that we have to do a follow up.  On our last show, we talked about the dynamics of individuals who are aroused by being called racial epithets during their intimate moments with partners of other races.  The last half hour of the show was dedicated to submissive white males and their agendas.  There just wasn’t enough time to go into the multi-layers of this HUGE phenomenon so we’re going to dedicate an entire show to peeling off the layers and exposing this trend, where it comes from, and what it all means.  

On this show, we are going to be exploring the different types of submissive white men, what it  means to Blacks in a racist society to have so many white men sexually submissive, what impact does this trend have on our culture, why this trend has remained so hidden in plain sight, and we will hear from the mouths of submissive white men and Black dominants who will tell all their secrets.  Join us for this fascinating conversation that will surely open your eyes and make you rethink everything you know.  

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

After Dinner Treats



Her breathing was calm; I could tell she was having a peaceful dream.  I love watching her sleep; it is my private time to revel in her beauty and sweetness.  Hours earlier, she wasn’t the serene and slumbering vision that lay before me.  Earlier, she was a woman in charge, driving me to heights of passion that most men only dream about. 

I had taken her to dinner just to give her a special treat . . . and somewhere in between the appetizer and the salad; my girl decided that she had to have me, come hell or high water.  Damn!  I love that feeling.  She went to the ladies room and returned with a slightly damp pair of panties discreetly in her hand and a seductively wicked smile on her face.  She dropped the panties in my lap as she slid back into her seat, exposing her bare mound for my eyes only.  They couldn’t have weighed more than a few ounces but the presence of her red silk panties lying there against my hard-on made them seem like a ton of bricks.  I desperately wanted to hold them to my nose and inhale her sexy scent but I dared not in the very public restaurant. 

“Uhhh, waiter, check please.”  I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.  My lady had other plans as she told him to come back later with the bill.  She slid her chair closer to me, undid my pants barely beneath the fringe of white linen tablecloth and freed my raging erection.  Her silky smooth fingers gently caressing me made me want to nut right there.  She took a breadstick from the table and lowered it out of my view.  She was squirming and moaning ever so slightly indicating that she was doing really naughty things with that thing.  I wanted to pull that, “Oh, I dropped my napkin let me get it under the table” trick but that only happens in fake assed porno’s.  When she put that breadstick in her mouth and started to suck it like it was my dick I almost threw her on the table and fucked her right there for the entire world to see. 

I left the waiter the biggest tip he’d ever gotten in his life and I couldn’t wait to get to the car.  Apparently, neither could my girl.  She was all over me.  It’s a good thing the windows of my truck are tinted.  Once completely inside, she leaned over unzipped my pants and wrapped her full, wet, thick lips around my dick and sucked me until I was moaning.  It was the sloppy, wet kinda blowjob where you know your girl is doing it because she loves it and not because she’s obligated to do it.  She was rolling my balls in her fingers and stroking me off at the same time.  I felt myself about to lose it and I grabbed my shit to keep from busting a nut and I tried to conjure up images that would keep me from having to explain funny white stains to my car detailer and to my drycleaner. 

She wouldn’t stop.  She pulled her dress up and slid over in my lap.  She undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled her nipples out of her bra.  I sucked those perfect, hard, brown pebbles as she guided my dick to her hole. 

Her pussy was so hot and wet I could feel her flesh pull me inside.  I grabbed a handful of that ass and held on tight as she used my dick for her pleasure.  Her pussy was gripping my dick so hard it felt like a vice, a velvety, smooth, hot wet vice nonetheless.  That ridge inside her was working the spot on the head of my dick and was driving me insane. 

We were both moaning like crazy.  She was grinding on me, smothering me with her titties.  I was slapping that ass and my dick was in heaven.  I felt her strong brown thighs grip me and I knew she was cumming.  Man!  I coated every single inch of her womb I came so hard. 

I wish I could say that I fucked the shit out of her when I got home but I would be lying.  Truthfully, she rode me until my dick was sore.  We both surrendered to the exhaustion you feel at the end of the most satisfying and delicious night. 

Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK  All Rights Reserved


Sunday, February 24, 2013

Monday, January 07, 2013

Reclaiming our Goddess Sensuality w/Makeda Voletta 01/08 by AfroerotiK | Blog Talk Radio

Reclaiming our Goddess Sensuality w/Makeda Voletta 01/08 by AfroerotiK | Blog Talk Radio



Ladies, this show is for you.  Women have come to embrace derogatory, pejorative terms to define their sexuality, misogyny is a staple of our society, and the act of intimacy has been reduced to recreation.  We have internalized the pain of rape and abuse and it has shown up as fibroids and painful menses and a host of other female problems.  Join me as The Body Scientist, Makeda Voletta, shares her Divine feminine wisdom on healing our wombs physically, emotionally, and spiritually, embracing our Goddess energy, releasing the negativity we hold within us that prevents us from experiencing true bliss.  We are going to discuss the infamous jade egg and other practices that will strengthen and heal our sacred spaces and discuss what it means to be an empowered, sexual being. 

Thursday, January 03, 2013

America is too racially immature for a movie like Django

It was after much contemplation and serious debate that I made the decision to go see the Quentin Tarantino movie, Django Unchained, this past weekend.  Having majored in African and African American studies in grad school and having done more than my fair share of research and study about chattel slavery in the US and its effects on the collective consciousness of African Americans, I decided that I would go see the movie upon which so much controversy has been brewing and decide for myself if the movie had any merit beyond “entertainment”.  It is a movie, and by default, its purpose is to make people suspend reality for a couple of hours and get lost in a world of make believe, so, with that in mind, and having weighed the pros and cons, I set out to see for myself what all the hype was about.

Prior to seeing the movie, I was very much aligned with the Spike Lee camp of detractors who were pretty outraged that a white person would dare to tell the story of slavery.  Having only seen one movie by Mr. Tarantino previously, I was not impressed with his cultural sensitivity to the Asian people and wasn’t expecting much more than a gross/cartoonish depiction of the horrors my ancestors endured.  I can say without reservation that Django unchained offered THE most accurate depiction of slavery I’ve ever seen in a non-documentary film.  Hats off to Mr. Tarantino for not only doing his homework about what slaves had to endure but also kudos to him for grasping and interpreting the dynamics of race relations that very few people, white or black, seem to be able to comprehend. 

Much has been made about his excessive use of the N word.  I, personally, don’t ever use the word unless it is in the most academic of discussions.  I do not think it has been morphed into some sort of term of endearment and I fully recognize its impact when said in front of white people.  My ancestors bled and died at the base of that word so I refuse to casually throw it around out of respect to them.  The Black people who do use it, especially those who feel comfortable using it in front of other races, are largely ignorant of the impact of the word or the origins and stigmas attached to it.  Black people today use it because, for centuries, that’s what we were called and that’s all we knew ourselves to be.  The messages passed down generationally haven’t changed one bit and its use today is almost exactly as it was intended to be used during slavery.  That being said, there was not one instance in the movie where the N word was used inappropriately.  It was used in the exact context and frequency that it was used during slavery.  The theater I went to see the movie at was predominantly white and movie goers laughed and chuckled at the use of the word, largely out of nervous discomfort and I suspect because that’s the way they use the word in private conversations and they were rattled by its free/uninhibited use.  One can only assume they felt a certain level of comfort being around other whites and confident that the Black movie goers more than likely use the word so frequently there was no fear of reprimand or riot.  What the movie did was create an atmosphere of acceptance of the word whereby whites could go home and discuss the movie and casually throw the word around without respect or reverence for its impact. 

The gentleman who sat next to my boyfriend apparently thought EVERYTHING in the movie was funny.  He laughed incessantly throughout the entire film.  It took every ounce of strength in my body not to take my shoe off and beat his ass to a bloody pulp.  I was so outraged, so angry that I seethed and burned with hatred for him.  His insensitivity and callous disrespect made me see red.  My boyfriend, who is not of African descent, didn’t seem to take issue with him whatsoever.  He saw my discomfort and he ignored it.  He didn’t ask me if I was okay, he didn’t tell the guy to shut the FUCK up, he felt the white man had a right to respond in whatever what he wanted and that I just had to suck it up.  Had I been laughing throughout a Holocaust movie inappropriately, the usher, the manager, and a half a dozen movie goers would have insisted that I leave.  Had I been with a Black man, he would have insisted that the guy shut up and put the fear of God in him.  Again, I have no doubt in my mind that we would have asked to leave the theater, not the man who disrupted and ruined the experience for me.  It just proves that today, as in slavery, that if you’re white, you’re right, if you’re black, stay back.  Not much has changed since slavery.  The feelings, opinions, and personhood of Black people is insignificant to that of whites. 

I do not watch violence as a rule so a great portion of the movie I spent with my eyes closed.  Tarantino made a shoot ‘em film with carnage galore.  I can’t imagine that the gun violence was any greater than most movies but the most chilling scenes were the ones where the violence was an accurate of what slave life was like.  The slave being ripped apart by dogs, the Mandingo fights to the death, and the brutal rape, whippings, torture, branding, and abuse of slaves was chilling and accurate.  Movie goers don’t get that.  To them, it was all a part of the entertainment, made up. 

There is much that movies goers, both white and black, are too uninformed/ignorant to get.  Samuel L. Jackson’s role was one that depicted the relationship of the house nigger to the master.  Because our conversations about race in this country are so superficial and juvenile, the understanding of how a slave with the consciousness of a Stephen could exist.  Left to their own devices, moviegoers will assume that he was a self-serving, back-stabbing slave with an agenda to better himself and control/destroy all the other slaves.  In reality, house slaves were the creation of slave masters and their allegiance was part and parcel of the system of slavery that needed slaves pitted against one another for its survival. 

With the exception of the white protagonist, white people in the movie were depicted as stupid, outrageously cruel, and one-dimensional.   They were lazy, treated slaves with despicable inhumane torture and were nonchalant and flippant about using their property, HUMAN BEINGS, for whatever deviant purpose their puny brains could conjure.  Slave owners were just that. 

There are many more aspects of the movie that could be dissected, examined, and discussed but, unfortunately, America is too racially immature to have any such discussions.  White people are insistent upon inflecting the comment, “I’m not racist,” “Slavery was in the past, let it go,” or, “Can’t we all just get along,” into every conversation about race.  They control conversations about race with their ignorance and refusal to learn, accept a different point of view, and their thinly-veiled racist beliefs.  How many white people watched that movie and went home to watch interracial porn where the N word is thrown around like rice at a wedding?  How many white people who say the movie routinely refer to Obama as a nigger and go on rants online where they hide behind a computer screen to espouse racist beliefs?  If I’ve said it once I’ve said it a million times.  White people have to wear a sheet, burn a cross, and run around screaming, “I hate niggers,” before another white person will dare to imply that they MIGHT be racist. 

Black people are just as misguided.  Black people think the movie represents some form of revenge, a win for Blacks as it were.  Bullshit!  That part was fiction.  The concept of a Black man being a gun-wielding bad-ass and able to ride off into the sunset with his lady love is more like science fiction.  But Black people are so willing to embrace that “feel good” dynamic of the movie because we don’t want to face our shame and humiliation at being connected to a slave past.  EVERYONE wants to assume that they would be the one slave in 10,000 who would revolt and kick ass and take names later.  The truth of the matter is, slaves were subservient and bred to be docile and millions upon millions of slaves conformed to the rules in order to live, to survive, because they didn’t know any other way.  Black people are terrified to acknowledge a connection to a slave past because they feel as if recognizing the impact of slavery on themselves means that they are by default inherently inferior. 

It won’t be until we can have an intelligent, informed, comprehension about slavery, race, and all its many, messy complexities that a movie like Django will be effective.  For now, we are painfully diseased and incapable of having a dialogue about slavery/racism that goes beyond any more than cliché and rhetoric.  Django was created with the potential to create an amazing dialogue about race but sadly, the nation just isn’t ready for that. 

Copyright 2013 Scottie Lowe

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Q&A with Jessica Holter of The Punany Poets 12/26 by AfroerotiK | Blog Talk Radio

Q&A with Jessica Holter of The Punany Poets 12/26 by AfroerotiK | Blog Talk Radio

On Friday, December 28th, 2012, Scottie Lowe of AfroerotiK and Jessica Holter of The Punany Poets will join forces for the very first time to bring you a night of sensational erotica at The Crucible in Washington DC.  Join the BTR discussion as these two very powerful women of erotica give their insights, thoughts, and feelings about all things erotic and share some poetic teasers of what the night will bring.  And for those lucky enough to make it to the show on the 28th, they will see the premiere of Sensu-Soul, the hot Black erotic video that is creating quite a buzz. 

Friday, December 21, 2012

Race Play and the Kink Community 12/22 by AfroerotiK | Blog Talk Radio

Race Play and the Kink Community 12/22 by AfroerotiK | Blog Talk Radio

Historically, the power dynamics between Master and slave are very clear.  It’s argued that in the context of BDSM, the lines are blurred.  Some suggest that it is the submissive who yields all the power.  When the elements of race are added, things get even more complicated.  In race play, some Blacks want to be submissive to whites, they want to be called nigggers and coons and jungle bunnies and be degraded for their race.  Conversely, there are whites who crave being submissive to Blacks, being made to assume the role of the slave, humiliated, degraded, and seemingly made to atone for the sins of their forefathers.  We are going to discuss all of it, what it means, the implications, and the ramifications.  Everyone’s voice is welcome during this scandalous conversation. 
 
 

Sunday, December 16, 2012

"Oh, the shame of it all" - Releasing fear of our Sexuality 12/19 by AfroerotiK | Blog Talk Radio

"Oh, the shame of it all" - Releasing fear of our Sexuality 12/19 by AfroerotiK | Blog Talk Radio

Sex is beautiful, natural, and healthy.  Pleasure, through sex, is our birthright as human beings.  No one comes into being except through sex.  There is, however, this pervasive shame around sex, a fear of being seen as sexual.  Society force feeds sex and sexuality down our throats with ads, music, movies, and television but there is this pervasive (and delusional) fear on the part of far too many individuals to deny their sexuality, to feign indignation and moral offense at the mere mention of the word sex.  With very few exceptions, the vast majority of people view adult content on an almost daily basis and yet those same people will pretend that sex is unspeakable and offensive to their sensibilities.

Join with me as we discuss what constitutes a healthy sense of sexuality, the detriments to believing sex is bad, naughty, taboo, or unspeakable, and how to rid ourselves of the fear of being seen as sexual beings. 

Friday, December 07, 2012

The Revolution has to be Televised

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Black Dicks for White Chicks



There is this common lie that Black men tell when justifying their hatred of Black women that they are sleeping with white women today to make up for the hundreds of years that white men raped Black women during slavery.  I’d have to be a deaf, dumb, blind and mentally handicapped fool . . . in a coma before I’d believe any stupidity like that.  Black men don’t make a conscious decision to date white women because so many Black women were raped at the hands of white men, and he is seeking some sort of karmic revenge.  The conscious decision to sleep with, date, and marry white women is made because Black men think white women are better. 

First of all, most of the brothas that are dating/fucking white women couldn’t tell you two historical facts about slavery in a ten minute period.  Somehow, some deluded dude came up with the idea and it spread like wildfire in order to justify their actions and not call it out for what it is, self-hatred.  I have never met a brother who was so proud of his Black heritage and culture that he decided to seek his own brand of reparations from society and have his way sexually with the white woman to make up for the years of degradation that Black women have suffered.  And even if I did, he’d be tragically misguided in his efforts because sleeping with white women doesn’t do a damn thing to white men other than fuel their fantasies and reinforce that Black men are sexual savages. 

The NEED to date white women, because they are more supportive/more submissive/ more attractive has to do with subconscious brain washing.  Brainwashing subjected to us by our forefathers.  Tell me of one set of grandparents that didn’t fear their grandchild going out in the sun because they might get too black. The thought processes of the plantation are not that far removed from our consciousness.  During slavery, light skinned women were allowed the luxury to be in the house, thus, as a Black man, to get one meant you might have some special privileges.  White women were even more privileged. Those were the reinforcements that our grandparents were taught by their grandparents.  Just because we have stopped delving into the origins of our sickness, does not mean the disease is not rampant. 

Black men date white women because all of their lives they are told that light "skinded"  women are the most beautiful.  Stands to reason if light women are the prettiest Black women, white women would be even more beautiful still.  Think about it, they don't have to spend money to get their hair straight.  They can give him children that are light with good hair and pretty eyes, thus less black.  And we all know that deep down, these black men believe that Black is ugly.  Show me the man that says, “I want my child to have short, wooly hair, a wide nose, thick lips and blacker than coal skin.”  Those things are not revered in our society.  I'm not saying a man with that consciousness does not exist, I'm saying that in this society, the Black man (and woman) is taught to love everything opposite of that.
 
Raise a child with images of white women as the standard of beauty, and what do you expect him to gravitate to.  If you look in the mirror and hate your blackness, you are going to do whatever it takes to remove yourself from it.  Once he gets the white woman, and finds that she's docile and doesn't expect anything from him other than his sexual stud service, that she that she has no expectations for him other than to sex her up, you have the recipe that makes for Black men choosing white women en masse.

Who Wants a Revolution?



Black people today have such an apathy and complacent nature, we've become so accepting of degrading images of us, even DEFENDING and celebrating them, that it's impossible to start a revolution.  Black people are too busy rationalizing their dysfunction to have a revolution.  Revolution for what?  No one wants anything to change!  There's no doubt in my mind that we've de-evolved as a people since the days of the civil rights movement.  There is no more thirst for knowledge; there is no commitment to integrity. 

People don't even think for themselves any more.  I can't tell you how many times that I hear people say, "Oh nooooo, violent movies and video games aren't bad for you, I watch them all the time and nothing's wrong with me," when every study that's been done on the effect of viewing violent images has proven that it desensitizes people to violence.  That's just one tiny example of how people are steeped in their ignorance and not willing to see past their dysfunction.  There are too many to count and there isn't anyone who is willing to challenge the status quo and speak out about the things that are detrimental to us because too many people love their dysfunction.  Nobody except me, that is.

Want to know what's revolutionary thinking?

Black women straightening their hair is physically and psychologically damaging. 

Black men are raised to be emotionally immature.

The psychological effects of slavery are so long lasting and pervasive they haven't even begun to be examined.

Homosexuality is natural and normal and homophobia is pathological and disturbed

Christianity is in no way related to the study and pursuit of the Creator and it is damaging for people of African descent to hold on to those paralyzing beliefs. 

I can back up all of my assertions with facts but the majority of people don't want to hear anything about , truth, facts, or revolution.  They want to have a march and say, "Stop discrimination now," for a few days after a white person says something racist.  We don't even have a clear picture of what discrimination and racism is, and how it affects us.  The exact same people that want a revolution aren't even willing to put the blame on white people for our conditions.  You can't have a revolution if you are afraid to place accountability on the culprits of generations of abuse without falling all over yourself to apologize for speaking up for yourself.  You can't have a revolution if the only thing you know about Dr. King is "I have a dream." 

You want a revolution?  I got a revolution for you but no one is going to join the revolution because it goes against the current dementia that is accepted as norm.  The days of sit ins and marches is over.  Now is the time for real revolution.