The Erotic View on Bianca

I’ve been watching how a single image, a single expression of feminine power, can send the world into disarray. It began with Bonnie Blue—a woman stepping out of the bounds of accepted sexual expression—
and now has made it Bianca Censori, Ye’s wife, standing on the red carpet, sending the world into yet another frenzy.

Why does a woman standing fully in her erotic power make people lose their minds? 
Kanye holds up a mirror, exposing how deeply conditioned we are, how quickly we default to judgment.

Article after article diagnoses Bianca: She is as a victim, this is obviously a BDSM relationship, he is forcing her…

You’d really have to believe women are an inferior sex to believe that. And then you would have to believe that no woman in her right mind would ever want to be so generous as to demonstrate such walking beauty on the planet like her.

Bianca is a sharp, capable woman—an architect, a designer. Yet, when she dresses provocatively, the assumption isn’t that she wants to—it’s that she’s being made to. As if no sane woman would claim this much erotic space on her own.

It is acceptable to be a sexual woman in our culture—but only within the right parameters. Be sexy, but don’t be too sexual. Be intelligent, but don’t be too embodied. As if those things are 
mutually exclusive. As if intelligence, personal sovereignty, and erotic expression cannot exist in the same body.

That is why Bianca and Bonnie are such lightning rods. They do not apologize. They do not shrink. 
They walk fully, freely, generously.

That is what real freedom is—not just the ability to act, but the ability to choose the meaning we give to 
our own experience. That is power.