Who Was Dr. Jane Livingstone-Porter?

"Deep in the soul of the hot, wet jungle of the Congo, there is a tribe. It is here, in their wild, erotic Garden of Eden, in the middle of tribal and uncharted territory, an amazing creature rules a hidden kingdom where he and his subjects live in peace with their tribal neighbors and share with them a powerful kind of pleasure, and make an extraordinary kind of love."
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-From the Journal and Sketchbook of Dr. Jane -Livingstone-Porter, daughter of Stanley Livingstone-Porter, which was found after her disappearance in the Congo basin, in 1857

During the late 1800s, the British Empire ruled the world, especially Africa, where it ruled over half of the continent during what was called "The Scramble for Africa". During the period of colonialization there were many famous explorers who led the way for Queen and Country to conquer the savages whom they would then go on to rule for nearly 100 years. 

Among the many famous individuals whose exploits were well documented by the Royal Geographic Society was that of Dr. Jane Livingstone-Porter, or as she loved being called, "Lady Jane," who befriended the Watsui and lived as their queen before her kidnapping by a tribe she called Zinjh whom she claimed lived in a city called Kor where an entrance to an underworld kingdom could be found. When a team of photographers documented of Dr. Livingstone there in the jungles of the Dark Continent was such a scandal that the daguerreotypes and sketches contained herein are just now being released, as well as excerpts from her sexually explicit diaries.

Daughter of the noted explorer Stanley Livingstone-Porter, Lady Jane grew up in an old-fashioned household on the outskirts of aristocratic London. She never knew her mother, who died during childbirth, and so she concentrated her affections on her only parent, soon cultivating an interest in archaeology under her father's influence. When Jane was nineteen, her father, debt ridden, brought her to the West Coast of Africa on a quest for lost treasure. It was there in the savage jungle that Jane met the love of her life, British-American naval commander Jamison Smythe, who was to inherit the title and estates of Lord Bisex and eventually marry Jane. 

Sadly, the Commander was lost at sea during the Crimean War, so the young Jane decided to remain in Africa with her father and Lord Pickwick in Zambesa and soon excelled in learning the skills she would need to survive in the jungle like that of the character she inspired in the book, Tarzan" and eventually returned to England to earn advanced degrees in the fields of archaeology, geography, anthropology and zoology. By the age of 24, the youthful and very eligible Dr. Livingstone-Porter was named to as  Director of the Archaeological and Zoological Field Studies at the respected and stately Royal Museum of Natural History. As a result of this position, Jane often finds herself in the farthest-flung corners of the British Empire, leading excavations and expeditions to understand and preserve humanity’s cultural and natural heritage—and getting into not a few hair-raising scrapes along the way.

Royal Geographic Society photographer and sketch artist Sir Hillary Hill spent two weeks in the Kukuana jungle with Dr. Porter Livingstone in which she guided him on two week journey, during which joined in the love making Dr. Livingstone-Porter shared, and wrote wrote extensively in his diaries about that experience. However, Sir Hill's diaries were unfortunately destroyed during the Blitz

"I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke up that I was not filled with happiness from a lover, or more often than not, multiple lovers.”

"The Watsui do everything in threes, especially making love.”

"True bravery comes from embracing and accepting all aspects of

ourselves, even the ones society may deem as taboo."

"I used to watch the stallions leaping the mares, for how else is a girl with no mother supposed to get any education? Although  I doubt Mama would have told me very much. So there's really no reason to be timid. Because of my "secret love" of my horse, for I was his mare I already knew all about the mating process, and to the best of my knowledge, my stallion never 'ignored it until it went away.”

"On many nights I have availed myself of these very "savages." For they were never savage, as under a starry sky I took my pleasure, allowing their strong black hands to explore my ivory white wanting body. There is no part of me that has not been kissed and enjoyed. I opened myself in welcome, encouraging my suitors to bury themselves deep and hard, to obliterate all reserve and find the heart of me."

"Love knows no boundaries, it transcends gender, race, species and societal norms."

“Among my greatest loves is the act of being pinned and invaded –

not by one, or two or three, but by many, one after the other. What

it is to lose yourself among many, so that your identity exists only as

‘woman’: a goddess of flesh and desire. No names, no promises, no social

niceties, no conversational conventions: only lust and fulfillment.”

“How dull would it be to consume my meat with only one variety of sauce? My body and spirit would whither, being fed on such limited fare. To sample the delights of a great many women is considered right and healthy for a man, yet the opposite is held true for those of our sex. Where we display undue interest in sexual matters, even within marriage, we are thought immoral. For myself, I can only conceive of such limitation with horror: a torture for which I have no taste.”

"My brain curls up like wilted leaves.… I stretch my legs open, and he is on top of me. Too heavy to hold, and too light not to. He puts his thing in me. In me. In me. I wrap my feet around his back so he can’t get away."

"He put his head between my legs, nuzzling at first. His beard was a rough on the insides of my thighs. Then with his lips, then his tongue, he struck fire. I had to cry out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place."

“There is enough conformity in the world. I doubt that mine, or lack of it, will send the planet from its axis. Meanwhile, my heart does not soar for the riches of the white man's world. Perhaps one day, I may feel differently. For now, I wish to taste that ecstasy which most women do not.”

"I am battle-born – a female warrior sworn to defy the bonds which enslave those of my sex. I will not, purely to follow common ideas of decency and femininity, give up my enjoyment of other men.”

"So that was our love affair. Wordless, blinkered, a nighttime thing, a dream thing. There were reasons on my side for this as well. Whatever it was that I was was best revealed slowly, in flattering light."

“I couldn’t get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me, all the time. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him."

"Africa is mystic; it is wild; it is a sweltering inferno; it is a sensual paradise, a hunter’s Valhalla, an escapist’s Utopia. It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations."

 "Love between couples should be outlawed. Love making must include a third person."

"One must make love without shame or constraint. Virginity is not glorious and a couple has its limits. These limits must be stretched to infinity."

"One must use one's body to understand others and oneself. We must loosen the bonds. We must liberate the screams that have been silenced for centuries and destroy established values. Fill your head with more sensations than you can obtain every man on earth. One must use the unusual."

“Africa changes you forever, like nowhere on earth. Once you have been there, you will never be the same. But how do you begin to describe its taboo magic to someone who has never felt it?" 

“If I have ever seen magic, it has been in Africa.”

"All fear should be totally abolished. The fear of questioning oneself and the fear of being happy engender the values of a false morality, taboos, conformism, the refusal of life... in a word: lies."