April of 2002, the woman I was courting, who I had built various homes for, said "I want to return to Gor.
I was puzzled by this as where I knew the books and had enjoyed them, what I witnessed within chat left much to be desired.
I stated my doubts to her. I didn't like how I watched the men, who called themselves "True Masters" abused not only the slaves but the Free alike.
But it would so suit you Master, my angel said to me. I will teach you, we can reverse rolls and you can study to better understand in here.
I had my doubts but I agreed, after all this was only on line and it didn't really have to relate with what we were in our real lives with each other.
I looked upon it as a new learning experience for the both of us, this time her guiding since she had been a part of this community in chat for so many years.
So I became slave to Angelina Terraslia, and I spent hours upon hours reading from the books and sites, trying to understand why everyone was always arguing over things like land claims and who had captured whose slave.
She taught me about dances, postions, serving, the castes and capturing. She explained old Gor, when CoM was founded and what it was like back then. She taught me of the language that was used in old Gor and I was made to use it. She sat with me in her game and smiled at me everytime I asked yet another question. We learned together.
Finally one day when I came on line I found her sitting alone. She looked at me and said "I have taught you all I can, it is time you took your rightful place my Master, if that is what you wish."
I knew she was right, I had learned as slave all I was going to learn, I was not meant to be a slave and the role was beginning to cramp me.
I left chat and at that time Beast was born. I established my own place, and I continued learning, with my now angel, in my lap.
I still disagreed with alot of what I saw going on, those that were hell bent they were "by the books" and yet would bend them to suit thier own wants for the sake of role play.
The lack of respect given to those that were not of the same community. The lack of conformity within the community itself. So I read, I built, and I read some more.
I have been a Gorean now for over a year, and I am always learning more, I have become respected by some, and I owe this to my girl, My angel.
Because she showed me the true music of my heart and lead me down the path I would never have gone down alone.
angel, Angelina, either name,
you have always known me better than I have known myself.
I thank you for opening the door to let me hear the music of our hearts.
Beast
June 22, 2003 |
