When I post something to social media, I have to censor it. You may have seen my method of doing so…a black or white bar with “Censorship Sucks” stamped in the center of it.
Allow me to take a moment to explain exactly what I mean by it…
There’s a reason I choose to create erotic art that goes far beyond the fact that I personally enjoy it. Sensual images are about far more than a naked woman. They are a testament to who we are; we are sensual creatures. We have celebrated sensuality & eroticism since the dawn of humanity, and at the same time we have suppressed it. We have allowed our sexuality to be demonized and shamed by archaic beliefs designed to subjugate us to an end that does not justify the means. Even now, in the “progressive” 21st century, the creators of erotica are often judged and ostracized based on phony assumptions by a hypocritical elite misusing an ancient Greek word. Others who embrace and express their sensuality are branded with various sorts of reprehensible adjectives.
The flesh is not a sin. Sex is not a shame. Desire is not a demon. Censorship is an attempt at forcing us to accept a reality that is contrary to our very being. Suppressing natural desire leads to the corruption of that desire. Censorship has aided the unsavory in turning the celebration of women into an exercise in the exploitation of women. It has allowed perception to be skewed into an acceptance of subjugation, not equality, as the norm. Rejecting censorship allows the well-intended to drive out the ill intentions of the corrupt, and empowers those who wish to embrace desire. Empowerment renews the purity, and the need for improper exploitation fades.
My creations of erotic art are an attempt to embrace our inner desires and balk at the imperious ambition of the suppressors. I find a woman’s form—its beauty, its mystery, and its power—to be the very embodiment of eroticism. I do not believe that it should be depicted in a lecherous manner, but I do not believe that it should be hidden from appreciation. I believe that the female form should be revered and admired as nature’s most beautiful creation.
Let’s shift the perception of “risqué.” Let us appreciate the art of the risqué. Let us study and define its real meaning. Let the alluring faces and bodies of our gorgeous models represent a decadent pursuit of hedonism, a rejection of stigma, and an acceptance of desire.
Men, cherish this art as you do your lover. Ladies, cherish it as you do yourself. Enjoy it as you enjoy yourselves and as you enjoy each other.
