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.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

"What do you have against white people?"



I've thought long and hard about what to do with this blog.  I think it will become, at least temporarily, my interracial domination forum.  I have lots of other outlets to show the beauty and eroticism of people of African descent on the net and this one has become associated with white male submissives.  I had a white submissive male, one who has purported to want nothing more in life than to serve me for the better part of six or seven years, one who has been a total fuck up and loser and broken every single promise he has made to me, ask me the question, "What do I have against white people."  I was in response to a quote I posted that said, "White people can not be color blind until they are color conscious first."  The following was my response to him. 

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, the inordinately high Black on Black crime.  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 males 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. 


Sunday, May 25, 2014

Break the Cycle



I remember when I was little more than a toddler, maybe 5 or six, my grandmother would come in my room in the morning and sniff my fingers to see if I had "touched the button" and she would shame me and scold me and tell me not to do it. I don't remember actually touching the button, just the shaming ritual every morning until I learned that I shouldn't touch down there.

My first memories of having sexual feelings didn't come until I was reading my grandmother's copy of The Joy of Sex. I was babysitting age so I was about 11 or 12. It was hidden on the same shelves with all her bibles and religious books and hymnals. I think that is the same summer I found two Penthouse magazine articles in her underwear drawer and I would read them and feel funny “down there". I never touched down there, I was just content to have those feelings. To me, at the time, that was exciting enough. 

It wasn't until I found my mother's porn collection at age 14 or 15 that I began to masturbate. It was more like a library than a collection. She had every book, magazine, manual, digest, and encyclopedic volume about sex ever published and I did my level best to read every single solitary word.  (You can thank my mother for me being the amazing erotic writer that I am today because I read quality, well-written erotica when I was a teen.)  It was at that same age I started exploring with other girls and, to a lesser extent, boys.  I would have much preferred to explore more with boys but I was 5'10" and 115 pounds and boys were just not interested in me. 

If you are being honest with yourself, you can think back to times and memories in your childhood that revolved around sexual feelings.  Everyone can do that because sex is natural.  Everyone experiences those thoughts and feelings.  The human body was designed to have sex at the onset of puberty, not 18 years old, not when a preacher pronounces you man and wife.  Shaming children about their sexuality is standard in this country.  You were shamed about your sexuality, you shame your children about their sexuality all because we are told that sex is bad, nasty, and wrong when it’s beautiful, natural, and healthy.  Our perceptions about sex are shaped by a society that makes us feel embarrassed about what is our inherent nature. 

Society tells us that children aren't sexual, that they don't have sexual thoughts until they are 18 but the fact of the matter is that we are BORN sexual beings.  That does not mean we should have sex when we are born.  It does not mean that we should have sex at the age we experience arousal.  Adults should NEVER engage with children sexually.  Shaming children, however, about pleasure and their sexuality is the foundation of all that's wrong with our society.  We must accept that all children feel and experience pleasure, arousal, and sexual feelings.  It is our job as parents and as a culture to talk to them about sex in a healthy, positive, affirming manner, not shame them, not reinforce that they have to lie and sneak around to experience those feelings "down there."  Break the cycle. 

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Here's what I absolutely do not understand.

The internet is full of porn.  It's the most profitable business in the country.  If you go to any free porn site, you'll find categories for any number of extreme and hardcore sexual acts.  If you do even the teeniest, tiniest search beyond that, you'll find multiple website dedicated to any "bizarre" fetish that the human mind can conceive of.  Go on craigslist, backpage, and you'll see real people seeking extreme forms of sex.  Yet, somehow, society is turning a blind eye to it, acting is if people are not in their homes doing all manner of sexual things.  People are still asking questions like, "Do women like anal sex?"  No you dumb ass.  Women hate anal sex.  It's only the most popular category of porn.  White men still, every day, tell me that think they are the ONLY white man in the entire world who wants to be submissive to Black men.  There are 20 million interracial cuckold sites, all of which they belong to, yet, somehow they think that they are the only one. 

Let's say you relegate yourself to only looking at one particular site and you only look at your particular favorite genre (which I don't believe for a second because everyone is curious about what other people are doing sexually).  The website is still going to have ads and pop ups and recommended videos that indicate that there is a whole helluva lot of sexual activity going on that people are in denial about.  I can't go on a porn site without seeing those ads with CGI images of little girls having sex.  CLEARLY, that website is making a shitload of money because the ads are everywhere.  That speaks volumes about how rampant pedophilia is in this country and people are acting like it doesn't exist. 

I am so glad that I'm not ashamed of my sexuality.  I'm so glad that I have no need to compartmentalize my sexuality, that I don't act one way behind closed door and then go online and pretend that I'm asexual and that anything other than missionary sex on a Friday night with the lights out is disgusting.  I would hate to be so sexually repressed that I couldn't see what's going on right in plain site.  I know good and god damn well that if I can go online and see amateur doing EVERYTHING, and I mean everything, I know that means that there are an infinite number of people who are not videoing their behavior, who would never post it online.  Yet, society is still telling us that people are asexual, that sex is dirty and bad and that vanilla sex for procreation is the only viable form of sex.  If you are that ashamed of your sexuality, if you are in that much denial, it's going to lead you to do things behind closed doors to compensate.  That, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason people are so fucked up sexually. 

Friday, May 16, 2014

Self-Deception



The human mind is a fascinating mechanism.  Self-deception is its most adept function.  It allows an individual to see dysfunction in others and remain completely blind to their own dysfunction and mental illness.  The human mind will misinterpret information so that whatever you say, think and do is perceived as right and perfect and justified.  It is virtually impossible to see your own fuckedupness so you walk around believing that you don’t have to change, evolve, or grow, that everyone else does.   Moreover, when you do something wrong, the human mind has the ability to twist the way you perceive things so that you can blame others for what you do wrong and feel like you are the one wronged, maligned, and that your actions were perfectly justified. 

It’s not just a few people, it’s everyone.  YOU are wrong, you are flawed, you are dysfunctional, and it’s very possible that you could be mentally ill and walking around thinking that you are perfect.  Yes, YOU!  As much as you want to believe that there is nothing wrong with you and that everyone else is wrong, you are the one dead wrong.  You have areas of your personality that need to be healed, addressed, and transformed.  We are ALL in a state of dysfunction.  The drama and the issues in your life aren’t other people’s fault, they are yours.  Your need to degrade and humiliate other people because you think they are completely fucked up is a reflection of you being fucked up. You can see other people’s flaws but you can’t see your own.  If you spend your time looking for other people’s faults and flaws, if you can see how damaged other people are, all the while believing that you are without even a tiny blemish, even if you can say that you aren’t perfect but you have done no work whatsoever to change your core belief systems, you are incredibly flawed. 

Being mentally ill doesn’t mean you are a bad person.  Not being able to see your own flaws does not mean you are beyond repair.  It’s very possible that the flaws you see in others MAY be valid, but your assignment in this lifetime is not to point out to others their flaws, it’s to heal yours. 

So if everyone is fucked up, if everyone is guilty of being flawed and seeing themselves as perfect, what’s the solution?  The solution is one you aren’t going to agree with or think will help or consider as valid.  Mediation is the answer.  Meditation allows you to align with a higher consciousness.  Lowering your brainwaves for 15 minutes a day starts the healing process.  Controlling your breathing, slowing down your thoughts will start you on the path to becoming the person you are supposed to be.     Meditate for 21 days straight and you will start to vibrate at higher level and you will walk away from that disagreement, you won’t let that other person’s dysfunction get to you.  The more you meditate, the more you will ascend.  You don’t have to believe me, you don’t have to give up your life and become a Zen monk.  If you are reading this, you are open to enlightenment and you will hold this information somewhere in your consciousness until you are ready to integrate it into your life. 

Peace and many blessings,

Scottie