Fifty Shades of BEY

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Why can’t black women love sex too?


Who knew that a little nipple clamp and silver-ball action could sell over 50 million copies (that wasn’t a porno flick)? That women—but white women specifically—were so starved for a bit of rough, no holds-bard, whips and chains, romp session?

Sure, there was chatter from the prudish peanut gallery about the social and emotional well being of the women who were slurping up these books like oysters at an all you could eat aphrodisiac buffet –regardless the book was a hit.  Would it have been such a success if the characters weren’t white?

Since the release of Beyoncé’s self-titled album, many have questioned her overt sexual exploration.  Eyebrows have been raised at her murmurings of “punish me” on her song “Rocket” and her professed love of cunnilingus in “Blow” and of course Jay-Z’s line in “Druken Love” — “I beat the box up like Mike”.


Why isn’t it only OK but literary and soon to be box office gold for white women to explore their sexuality but still taboo and offensive (according to so-called black academic feminists) for black women to have autonomy over their sexual expression?



When are we going to let go of the black female perfectionist prototype and let our edges get a little frayed and dare I say dampened from a good and filthy “vocal session” that brings the cops knockin’?  Sure, it’s OK for the video vixen to dance around for the glory of men why they throw dollar bills, but what about the wife and mother whose needs and craves sexual contact but she’s been suppressing her desires as to not receive the “chicken-head” title?

There is way too much pressure placed on black women to continue carrying the torch of Claire Huxtable and the prim and proper “good black sistah”.  God forbid she implores the touch of her partner so much that she needs to pop into an electrical closet a la Ms. Olivia Pope or have the “driver roll up the partition, please”.

There are countless films and novels that let white women unleash their sexual selves while black women’s sexuality remains under lock and key. 


I’ve read everything from folks calling Beyoncé a slut to a two bit ho for her sexual exhibitions on her visual album.  To this I say, maybe it’s time they worry a little less about Yonce and a bit more about why they hold black women’s sexuality in such contempt.

Maybe this was the reason she included “Grown Woman” on her album: To convey the message to the sexually frustrated and repressed, that loving sex, physical connection and sensual exploration don’t make you a whore—it makes you “grown” and in touch with the fullness of your womanhood—and ain’t nothing more flawless than that!

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