Sunday, February 26, 2012

You Don't Know Me




I was having a conversation with someone yesterday about Gor being real. It was rather interesting, we discussed how the alien siting’s could have been ships of acquisition, and Goreans coming down to take people to Gor. The conversation then took a turn for something else.

It sooner became a conversation of what if you were taken to Gor?

I instantly said I would fall in love. Like instantly feel like I was right at home. Then the other person said, you’re too outspoken, too independent to even survive on Gor. So sure here in real life I am independent and usually the one taking care of everything.

Truth be told the only reason they said that I personally believe is because I do not see them as a Master, or even a Dom. Just because I don’t act submissive towards them, does not mean that I am not submissive at all.

I personally think I would be ideal for Gor. My personality alone, I am easy to get along with, and I can adapt well, and fast. I aim to please, so sure I might get beat with a whip once in a while, but you know something. So did the girls in the books too.

I don’t know why I am ranting about this; it just got under my skin. This person doesn’t know me that well obviously, and well I don’t think after their strict criticism that I want them to truly know me.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Yearning



So I am reading Kajira of Gor. I pick and choose what books I want to read now, I will eventually read them all. Though this book is truly how I feel. They do it in the views of the Tatrix (female ruler) and she is talking about how agonizing it is. How she dreams about being a slave, or what it would feel like to serve men. She also talks about how she loves men, all men, and wants to serve them but she is fighting herself.


I do that. I fight myself. I want to be a slave, with my whole heart I know I am one. I play a free woman in Gor, and it kills me. How can I be a free woman when I want to kneel and please men. I want them to Master me, to make me yield in all the ways a woman should.



I want to kneel and beg to serve and to be taken and forced to be truly a woman, truly feminine truly to what I am to be. I hate that I have honor and integrity and that I keep my word. Why cant I just be happy being a slave? Why cant people just realize that is who I am, what I am?