Jessica Holter
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Which lip is more sensitive? Sometimes Jessica Holter's conversations seem simple. From Ideas to enhance your romance and spice up your date night, to rabbit hole deep dives, the author of Truth is a Trap House, and Verbal Penetration shares and expounds on her poetry, books, and thought provoking conversations in her Coffy Talk Blog.
Black Love American Style
Jessica Holter's book of hot Black erotica for the sapiosexual consumer, Punany The Hip Hop Psalms II: Black Love American Style, is a must-have for fans of the World-renowned poetic theater troupe The Punany Poets. Black Love American Style stands out among poetry books as a bold dive into a lyrical abyss that captures the essence of human behavior—our susceptibility to manipulation, our need for identity and love, and the blurred lines between instigators and victims: optimists, pessimists, and opportunists. Often imitated but never duplicated, Holter (Verbal Penetration, The Punany Experience) is a pioneer of erotic urban entertainment and an advocate for sexual health who balances fine lines between erotica, edutainment, and urban politics in her poetry collections. This book is part of Holter's series, anthologies with inspiring guest writers, full-bodied presentations of poetry, prose, sensual photography, and historical images of live performance moments. Collect them all and have them signed at the show!
About the Author: Jessica Holter is the First Lady of Urban Black Erotic Poetry. She shocked the world of Spoken-Word speakeasies when she created The Punany Project in 1995, adding exotic dance and theatrics to a controversial live performance filmed by HBO’s Real Sex producers in her Oakland-born effort to raise AIDS awareness in the Black Community. Today, she continues her work in publications and live shows across America and the Caribbean.
Excerpts:
Hands that Slap
by Jessica Holter
Compromised from the moment
of the first discipline,
Disciples of medicinal doctrine
eyes of strangers, the first I see,
Cold, gloved hands
slap the first cry out of me,
The doctor, supreme, masked
anointed father figure,
imbued with authority over
womb and woman,
who carried me into a world
where I am a number among seven billion,
leaves me in the care of nursing minions
endowed with the power of the pen.
How does a father rise
to the occasion of raising
a child that is already
state property?
Gently,
Stepping around the eggshells
placed everywhere like landmines
Ink pens, like seed bombs
waiting for a rainy day,
Carefully,
Ever mindful
of eyes that scrutinize
and hands that slap.
An Awkward Dance
by Ghetto Girl Blue
Punany theater,
an awkward dance
of reality and fantasia,
Judgmental minds
must wait outside
But Only Fan models
can play here.
Amore!
Amore!
Couples cheer and shout,
Embodiment of the abundant South
The Ebony goddess
sashays to the stage,
ostentatious sensuality concealed
‘neath constellated sheaths of sparking sheer,
Tempting pirates of mighty Memphis
Mounds unbound, memory restored
Bountiful booty, her treasure unfolds
Intimate trust unveiled.
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