In the world of online. Actually in the world of roleplay, whether its real life lifestyle role play, or virtual world role play. Each of us draws a line. We might not realize it at first. But its there. It might be vague, blurred and inconspictuous at first. It does however, exist.
"3 Day capture"
"30 Minute Idle"
"No permanent cap"
"No Rape"
"No dismemberment"
Of course there are more then this, the list is virtually endless. If you can dream of it, it can be a 'line' you do not want to go past. Have a kink you are particular against? There's another line.
Some 'Lines" might seem like common sense. However in this world, that is lacking in common sense, allot of individuals feel the need to list them.
This is not a bad thing.
The problem is when it gets out of hand. 30 Minute Idle? We all know what that means. If you leave them idle for 30 minutes, as a slave they will just magically disappear no matter how firmly you have 'bound' them to whatever furniture you might have had in mind at the time.
Cage? forget it, its suddenly empty.
While there are understandable reasons for this. This is problematic for those who rather enjoy immersive roleplay.
You have every right to enjoy your role play
You also have every right to EXPERIENCE the role play your taking part in.
I don't mean just the fun things. Everyone clings to the idea that "This is my playtime, if its not fun forget it". This is the antithesis I think of what is Gorean. Gor is not always fun. Its not always a blast. Gor is a harsh cruel world where many things can happen without prediction.
We have a wealth of information within John Normans books on how to role play goreans from a number of 'societies' and 'Cities'. The author also lets it be known quite clearly many times what is 'common'; and what is NOT. This is why we get problematic arguments on what is by the book and what isn't.
A slave being caged for 3 days? Not uncommon. In Witness of Gor the main slave is caged for weeks with little contact. SHE IS however engaged on occassion, she is brought food, her water bowl and defuse pail are changed daily. Her bedding, whatever is provided is changed often.
"My time is precious"
Yes. Your time is precious. So is mine. In the spirit of this, I have to ask. Why are you in Gor? Why are you role playing within the environment of Gor?
I can tell you this much, myself I come to Gor to explore the world. WHATEVER that might entail. The good, the bad.. the rather ugly.
Many times I am left wondering "Why is this person here. Why should I bother role playing with them if they can't grasp that simple tenet of role play?"
It's really pretty simple. I shouldn't be. However every time you say no to role play. You are robbing from yourself. You are stealing from those around you the OPPORTUNITY to role play something predicable.
I have known of some Free women who have been captured who remained with their captive 6 months or longer. THEY didn't get role play every day even tho THEY WHERE there, role playing.
Why? Why continue? Something drew you in. Something in one of the books? Something you experienced with a Gorean role player somewhere down the lines? Only you can really answer that question.
The joy of Gor, in role playing in it, has always been; At least for me, the joy in abandoning the real world, for something completely fictitious. Throwing myself into something that I can immerse within, a rich world we know allot about by simply reading and evaluating what has been written about it in the (33 and counting) novels.
My time is precious. So is yours. Everything you do, every role, every situation you take part of is precious. You should look at it seriously and consider what you can best make of the role play in front of you.
Do you think your potential role play partner will value you in the future if you find yourself unable to follow through?
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
The Ownerless Slave
How many times, do you head over to the Gor hub, how many times do you enter a Gorean minded school, or even a roleplay sim, and you see girls wandering about, who do not have owners. Who are not 'attached' to someone, or even worse. They are 'protected' by someone.
To be fair, all slaves aught to be 'protected' in a manner of speaking, but this is done by their owner, or their owners loyal men. In exchange, the kajira, is obedient, and provides many things to him, or yes, her, if her owner is a free woman, but regardless, she provides many services. Housekeeping, meal making, conversation, and yes, sex.
How many times, in the books, did you read about an ownerless slave?
Name one
Go ahead
Just one?
Thats right, you would be hard pressed to even come up with something that even 'passed' as a ownerless slave. A runaway? Sure, there were a couple in the books, but from the moment a female entered Gor, either from earth, knelt to submit to the first man, through a beating, or through willingness; she was owned.
She was owned by the slaver her trained her
She was owned by the slaver who marketed her
She was owned by the slaver who rented or leased her out to events, or taverns, or even just let a passerby sample the 'wares' for a fee.
She was owned by the woman who bought her to keep the house, so she could have more time shopping, or seeing to her companion.
She was owned by the town, to keep it clean and assist its servants, or workers in tending to the tasks which needed doing.
She was owned by owners of taverns, or Jarl of a Hall, by Captains, and slavers, and merchants, and any man, or woman who had the where-with-all to put a collar on a females neck.
She was owned, and she felt owned. To earn that protection, she had to give up her ability to decide where she would go, how her path would be determined.
Her protectors? They where her owner, her owners men, the slavers men who would train her, watch over her, make sure she knew that she was owned. She was thrown to any number of them at any given time, she felt, and knew herself wanted, and desired. She was protected through desire, the need of a man to call for her, he would shed blood, he would shed his life for such property. He would not simply say 'Go, you are free' He would sooner die.
Even if he free'd a slave. Even if he thought to do this, and really wanted her to be free, and men, Masters of women, often loved their beasts, often desired them, and had many plans for them, even when he opted to free her, he made sure she had a chance to remain free. He gave her papers of manumission, or ensured she was given protection by his own hand (no, there might not be any true book reference for this last bit). After all, it was a gift given by himself. he owned that freedom he had granted.
Have you told a slave, in a moment of spite, or frustration 'go, your free' and just left her there? Well, you have done her a great disservice. You have harmed your own role play, your own story, you have harmed HER story. Yes, I will be the first to admit all that we do in Gor is ROLE PLAY. That it should not be taken too seriously.
Think about that for a moment. Don't take Gor too seriously. Why not? Why not take it as seriously as you want as long as you are working, and playing within the proper confines of the books which set the environment and rules of the 'theme' down for us? You aught to know the world well, you aught to know that it should be taken seriously WITHIN role play. This is not to say that you should take it seriously OOC, joke, have fun, hell make fun of your own role play if you can. Learn, and expand your story, isn't that what your here within Gor, Secondlife, irc, or wherever to do? to Explore the fantasy world?
By telling a slave she is free, you harm this exploration. Sell her, gift her, make it seem you at least care for a brief moment about your power over her, and her submission to you. Let her know you care enough to give her into someone elses care. Even if you don't care who it is, even if you don't care what path she takes after this, even if you don't care about her any more, care enough to give her the mystery of --what is going to come-- may not entirely be at her choice.
The next time you have a slave, you want rid of. It does not matter what reason, or what has happened. Find her a home to continue her story from. She does not need to like it, she is a slave in the confines of roleplay; she can also beg to be sold to another, and if everyone role plays this, taking some time to interact with each other. Everyone, just might, end up where they belong, where they aught to be.
And then the slave might truely feel protected
A Master might truely feel he owns her.
Be Gorean. Explore it as if it was real. We all know it isn't.
To be fair, all slaves aught to be 'protected' in a manner of speaking, but this is done by their owner, or their owners loyal men. In exchange, the kajira, is obedient, and provides many things to him, or yes, her, if her owner is a free woman, but regardless, she provides many services. Housekeeping, meal making, conversation, and yes, sex.
How many times, in the books, did you read about an ownerless slave?
Name one
Go ahead
Just one?
Thats right, you would be hard pressed to even come up with something that even 'passed' as a ownerless slave. A runaway? Sure, there were a couple in the books, but from the moment a female entered Gor, either from earth, knelt to submit to the first man, through a beating, or through willingness; she was owned.
She was owned by the slaver her trained her
She was owned by the slaver who marketed her
She was owned by the slaver who rented or leased her out to events, or taverns, or even just let a passerby sample the 'wares' for a fee.
She was owned by the woman who bought her to keep the house, so she could have more time shopping, or seeing to her companion.
She was owned by the town, to keep it clean and assist its servants, or workers in tending to the tasks which needed doing.
She was owned by owners of taverns, or Jarl of a Hall, by Captains, and slavers, and merchants, and any man, or woman who had the where-with-all to put a collar on a females neck.
She was owned, and she felt owned. To earn that protection, she had to give up her ability to decide where she would go, how her path would be determined.
Her protectors? They where her owner, her owners men, the slavers men who would train her, watch over her, make sure she knew that she was owned. She was thrown to any number of them at any given time, she felt, and knew herself wanted, and desired. She was protected through desire, the need of a man to call for her, he would shed blood, he would shed his life for such property. He would not simply say 'Go, you are free' He would sooner die.
Even if he free'd a slave. Even if he thought to do this, and really wanted her to be free, and men, Masters of women, often loved their beasts, often desired them, and had many plans for them, even when he opted to free her, he made sure she had a chance to remain free. He gave her papers of manumission, or ensured she was given protection by his own hand (no, there might not be any true book reference for this last bit). After all, it was a gift given by himself. he owned that freedom he had granted.
Have you told a slave, in a moment of spite, or frustration 'go, your free' and just left her there? Well, you have done her a great disservice. You have harmed your own role play, your own story, you have harmed HER story. Yes, I will be the first to admit all that we do in Gor is ROLE PLAY. That it should not be taken too seriously.
Think about that for a moment. Don't take Gor too seriously. Why not? Why not take it as seriously as you want as long as you are working, and playing within the proper confines of the books which set the environment and rules of the 'theme' down for us? You aught to know the world well, you aught to know that it should be taken seriously WITHIN role play. This is not to say that you should take it seriously OOC, joke, have fun, hell make fun of your own role play if you can. Learn, and expand your story, isn't that what your here within Gor, Secondlife, irc, or wherever to do? to Explore the fantasy world?
By telling a slave she is free, you harm this exploration. Sell her, gift her, make it seem you at least care for a brief moment about your power over her, and her submission to you. Let her know you care enough to give her into someone elses care. Even if you don't care who it is, even if you don't care what path she takes after this, even if you don't care about her any more, care enough to give her the mystery of --what is going to come-- may not entirely be at her choice.
The next time you have a slave, you want rid of. It does not matter what reason, or what has happened. Find her a home to continue her story from. She does not need to like it, she is a slave in the confines of roleplay; she can also beg to be sold to another, and if everyone role plays this, taking some time to interact with each other. Everyone, just might, end up where they belong, where they aught to be.
And then the slave might truely feel protected
A Master might truely feel he owns her.
Be Gorean. Explore it as if it was real. We all know it isn't.
Monday, December 16, 2013
Where is it.. 'That Gor..."
Where did it go? You know what I mean, I am talking about 'That Gor.."
I came to telnet chat.. to irc.. even eventually to Second Life, looking for 'That Gor'
What is it? What do I define as 'That Gor' ?
Its very simple, its the Gor, from the books, roleplayed well, and as strict as possible, I did not come looking for drama, for one person to constantly question another about validity of roleplay, or if someone was doing something wrong. By the way, you most likely are.
That said.
My Gor, my Gor is a place where if a slave is wearing a skirt, or any sort of clothing, it could be taken from her for any reason. Forget if she did something wrong, if her owner decided she should be stripped, she was stripped.
My Gor, is a place where a slave is welcome whipped the moment the collar graces her neck, she learns the value of obedience, and avoiding that whip. She also learns that you have it in you to certainly DO that whipping. To often I have seen someone say 'I cant do that, that's not me', My first retort to them, then you shouldn't be IN Gor.. you wont keep a slave, you wont have the ability to role play anything near what Gor is supposed to be.
My Gor, is a place that makes you feel alive, your heart pounding. This goes the same for MEN as well as WOMEN, for slaves as well, regardless of gender.
My Gor is a place where when you backhand a slave, or a free woman for displeasing you, you stop, and think, you wonder if those around you and question you, attack you, or applaud you. This Gor seems to have gone. One of them exists mainly, the one where they attack you.
My Gor is a place where you can truly act the Gorean man as YOU see him, and build your 'character' in a decently built Gorean environment, and expect 'tit for tat' in role play, without being meta gamed, or forced into illogical role play. My Gor, is a place where people actually took time to read each others posts if it concerned them.
Admittedly, keeping up can be hard, but to have Gor fall so far behind the standards of what it SHOULD be? I need to wonder...
My Gor, is a place where your heart races cause you made a mistake, and you could be collared, or killed for it, if someone caught you. Where you take PERSONAL responsibility for your part in the roleplay REGARDLESS of how it might be interpreted by others.
My Gor, is harsh, unyeilding, unquestionably a black or white unfair barbaric environment, and in that I find the exquisite beauty that I would enjoy.
Some say that Gor is gone, never to return, I hear stories occasionally, and on the occasion I speak to someone, 'oh I know your type, yea, your type came through about 5 years ago.. 3 years ago.. 6 months ago.. they left however, for more fertile grounds.. a better place, somewhere they could be themselves..'
This is drek, this is impossible, this is the nature of insanity. 'That Gor' the Gor we are seeking, the roleplay, the world, the environment, this exact environment, INTELLIGENTLY role played, with a sense of abandonment of any earth issues, for even 30 minutes of your time, is vital to us, this is found, it is not lost, however its up to each, and every single one of us, to revive it. Its not lost, its not mysteriously moved, it moves with us, it travels from one forum to another, WITH US, its spirit and meanings follow US, its us who let it down.
Its us who allow that feeling, that sense of adventure, that sense of wonder when we stand up, and make that singular post that might well define us, its us, that when the chips get tough, cause some complete and utter moron says 'but the books do not say anything about that' or worse yet 'this passage argues you cant do that', we abandon 'That Gor'. That Gor which is the purview of the strong, of those who take what they wish, those who are rightly strong enough to own women, the vital lovely creatures that could inflame nations to war...
Its us that fail Gor
Where is that Gor?
Its in you. Let it out, let it LIVE.
I came to telnet chat.. to irc.. even eventually to Second Life, looking for 'That Gor'
What is it? What do I define as 'That Gor' ?
Its very simple, its the Gor, from the books, roleplayed well, and as strict as possible, I did not come looking for drama, for one person to constantly question another about validity of roleplay, or if someone was doing something wrong. By the way, you most likely are.
That said.
My Gor, my Gor is a place where if a slave is wearing a skirt, or any sort of clothing, it could be taken from her for any reason. Forget if she did something wrong, if her owner decided she should be stripped, she was stripped.
My Gor, is a place where a slave is welcome whipped the moment the collar graces her neck, she learns the value of obedience, and avoiding that whip. She also learns that you have it in you to certainly DO that whipping. To often I have seen someone say 'I cant do that, that's not me', My first retort to them, then you shouldn't be IN Gor.. you wont keep a slave, you wont have the ability to role play anything near what Gor is supposed to be.
My Gor, is a place that makes you feel alive, your heart pounding. This goes the same for MEN as well as WOMEN, for slaves as well, regardless of gender.
My Gor is a place where when you backhand a slave, or a free woman for displeasing you, you stop, and think, you wonder if those around you and question you, attack you, or applaud you. This Gor seems to have gone. One of them exists mainly, the one where they attack you.
My Gor is a place where you can truly act the Gorean man as YOU see him, and build your 'character' in a decently built Gorean environment, and expect 'tit for tat' in role play, without being meta gamed, or forced into illogical role play. My Gor, is a place where people actually took time to read each others posts if it concerned them.
Admittedly, keeping up can be hard, but to have Gor fall so far behind the standards of what it SHOULD be? I need to wonder...
My Gor, is a place where your heart races cause you made a mistake, and you could be collared, or killed for it, if someone caught you. Where you take PERSONAL responsibility for your part in the roleplay REGARDLESS of how it might be interpreted by others.
My Gor, is harsh, unyeilding, unquestionably a black or white unfair barbaric environment, and in that I find the exquisite beauty that I would enjoy.
Some say that Gor is gone, never to return, I hear stories occasionally, and on the occasion I speak to someone, 'oh I know your type, yea, your type came through about 5 years ago.. 3 years ago.. 6 months ago.. they left however, for more fertile grounds.. a better place, somewhere they could be themselves..'
This is drek, this is impossible, this is the nature of insanity. 'That Gor' the Gor we are seeking, the roleplay, the world, the environment, this exact environment, INTELLIGENTLY role played, with a sense of abandonment of any earth issues, for even 30 minutes of your time, is vital to us, this is found, it is not lost, however its up to each, and every single one of us, to revive it. Its not lost, its not mysteriously moved, it moves with us, it travels from one forum to another, WITH US, its spirit and meanings follow US, its us who let it down.
Its us who allow that feeling, that sense of adventure, that sense of wonder when we stand up, and make that singular post that might well define us, its us, that when the chips get tough, cause some complete and utter moron says 'but the books do not say anything about that' or worse yet 'this passage argues you cant do that', we abandon 'That Gor'. That Gor which is the purview of the strong, of those who take what they wish, those who are rightly strong enough to own women, the vital lovely creatures that could inflame nations to war...
Its us that fail Gor
Where is that Gor?
Its in you. Let it out, let it LIVE.
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