Goreans - Pulp Fantasy Sex Cult for Unwashed Fatties

[HG 400]

And then I found out what the rest of the fanbase was like and I never dropped anything faster due to the toxicity of the fandom.

lol not liking something because you disapprove of the other people who like it makes you pissweak

 

[Pointless Pedant]

Probably, but back then I luckily didn't have access to any kind of network. So distribution was limited to a very small circle of friends who called it "cute, but rather silly and badly written". (Or something similar.) Cute/silly may be debatable terms, but I didn't want anything badly written associated with my name, so I reduced it all to entropy, in spite of some people telling me "with a lot of re-working, it could be turned into an acceptable story". But, nah.

The best thing to do with such a terrible premise would have been to make it even worse to gain notoriety, and add some illustrations. ShecameforDDC.jpg.

 

[Transvaalan]

That bitch is walleyed.

 

[Transvaalan]

And that's why they all look like Californian fitness gurus.

Spoiler: 15th century people by Dürer

That man may be fat, but he isnt weak. Far from it.

 

[cuddle striker]

yes. also professional racial slave/master recreation porn. the internet. you're on it. you knew it was real.

Are you saying that there's professional Gorean porn out there?

 

[Splendid]

Nah, I know that there's straight up raceplay porn, I just didn't think the market would be big enough.

 

[AnOminous]

Nah, I know that there's straight up raceplay porn, I just didn't think the market would be big enough.

Goreans are basically people who were edgelord science fiction nerds in the '80s and never grew out of it.

 

[Orkeosaurus]

>On Gor, humans are permitted no advanced technology, so human society has regressed to the point of a low fantasy space opera - swords and sorcery along with minimal clothing, especially for the ladies.
I don't think this guy quite understood where Robert E. Howard was going with Conan the Barbarian - he believed man in his natural state was purest, civilization corrupts man. He actually got into arguments with H.P. Lovecraft about that point.

Jesus, this Gorean shit makes Conan look like a classical opus

 

[Ginger Piglet]

>On Gor, humans are permitted no advanced technology, so human society has regressed to the point of a low fantasy space opera - swords and sorcery along with minimal clothing, especially for the ladies.
I don't think this guy quite understood where Robert E. Howard was going with Conan the Barbarian - he believed man in his natural state was purest, civilization corrupts man. He actually got into arguments with H.P. Lovecraft about that point.

Jesus, this Gorean shit makes Conan look like a classical opus

It gets worse.

I saw him taking out the slave sack in the utility room This was not the first time I had been unchained and hurried to the utility room "Get in," he said.

Before he had taken the sack from its shelf he had ordered me to the floor of the utility room, to my back on the dusty boards.

"Lie there and juice;" he had told me. "Waste no time about it." I had lain there and, briefly, shut my eyes and thought of his might and power, and my helpless slavery, and then I was ready, almost in a moment, to receive him he had had me swiftly.

I crawled into the sack, and it was pulled up, over my head, and laced shut I then felt it dragged across the floor.

He then lifted it up, partly, I now sitting in it, and left it against a wall. He then left The confinement was not intended to be one of full security, of course. If it had been, then I would have been bound and gagged within it, that I might be able, by fingernails or teeth, to attack seams or cut through the leather. Indeed, if I caused the least bit of damage the slave sack, I had little doubt but what I would be well whipped, sent in the slave sack is, incidentally, a form of Punishment for a girl. l did not think, that I was being punished At least I did not know anything that I had done which might have displeased As always; as far as I knew, I had tried to be such to him that he would find me pleasing. Perhaps he was angry with me because of the welt on my face, but that was not my fault. Last night I had been struck by Luta. If he wanted to punish someone he should have punished her. She was very jealous of Emily and myself, who seemed clearly to be Borkon's favorites. Last night, after supper, my slave needs much upon me, I had begged to juice for Borkon. He had permitted this in his quarters. When I had been returned to the dormitory and the door had been locked behind me, she had been up and waiting. My face was still sore. It was not my fault that she did not find herself being put to Borkon's pleasure. He certainly was free to choose her, and not Emily or myself, or one of our other chain sisters. It was no secret in the mill that she regarded herself as Borkon's slave in some special sense. Ever since he had whipped and conquered her in the yard she had been very possessive about him. She was the best worker on the chain. Yet he scarcely seemed to notice her. Sometimes she would even try to be a bit dilatory or recalcitrant, to attract his attention, but commonly this only earned her a beating, and that usually from a subordinate whip master. Interestingly, in her slavery, Luta had ceased to be ugly. Her ugliness had been, it was now clear, largely a matter of expression, as it often is, expressions which had made manifest her frustration and hatred, and her misery. Though she was now no longer ugly she remained, I suppose, rather homely and plain. On the other hand, this homeliness or plainness, at times, seemed touched with a vulnerability and softness which, especially when she was near Borkon, made it seem almost beautiful. The exercises and diet of the slave, of course, had improved her figure considerably. I did not see, frankly, why Borkon did not give her a trial at his feet. I did not think she was all that bad, really. Too, he was not Gor's most handsome fellow. Too, I would think it should count for something with a man if the woman desires to serve him deeply and fully in all ways, and is in love with him.

This is pretty standard Gorean prose. Horrible, clunky dialogue, followed by infodumps on how slavery is the natural state of woman and Earth is degenerate and wrong in every way.

 

[AnOminous]

I don't think this guy quite understood where Robert E. Howard was going with Conan the Barbarian - he believed man in his natural state was purest, civilization corrupts man. He actually got into arguments with H.P. Lovecraft about that point.

He was also a weirdo with mommy issues who killed himself when his mom died.

 

[Bungleboy]

This is like BDSM but with severe autism

 

[Cowpies]

I try to be open minded about most fetishes but Gor really skeeves me out. From what I've seen from reading over some message boards, writings, etc the Gor community seems to be full of highly abusive men and women who are too messed in the head to realize how fucked up it all is. I read once a post by a woman who said that she would accept if her master wanted to kill her because that would mean she had failed to make him happy and it was what she deserved.

 

[scared sheep]

Shit, I dealt with a Nazi gorean who apparently had a wife () over Twitter. He told me I was ugly, I said no, my face is pretty average, pretty alright, and my body is cute, and he said the only thing that's good for is being fucked by superior men. I laughed. The best part was, I'm not involved in any BDSM communities. These fuckers bring their kink up in irrelevant situations.

In my experience, gorean masters are very insecure/sensitive if you disagree with them.

 

[Syaoran Li]

This is like BDSM but with severe autism

Nah, I wouldn't even insult the BDSM crowd like that because at least they have safeguards, generally speaking.

Nah, Gor is like an edgy Sword & Sorcery version of "Fifty Shades of Gray" only somehow more pathetic and the Gorean subculture is generally sick, abusive, and disgusting to begin with.

I'm no prude, and if you are into weird fetish stuff, that's one thing so long as you don't wave it around in front of everyone. More power to you just so long as you keep it behind closed doors and everything is safe, sane, and consensual.

The whole Gorean scene by its very definition cannot be safe, sane, or consensual and that's why I'm disturbed by it.

 

[escapegoat]

I dare you to find even one Gorean who isn't obese.

 

[Red Hood]

None of that really comes through in his writing though. Seems to me like Howard's isolation (Cross Plains is pretty solidly 'the middle of nowhere' in Texas) left him without too much chance to turn out "normal".

 

[Syaoran Li]

All I know is that as long as there are fucked-up Gorean cults still out there, that both Robert E. Howard and Friedrich Nietzsche are rolling in their graves.

John Norman is an untalented hack and has some serious issues he needs to work through. The fact that people actually formed a cult-like abusive subculture around his shitty writing is even more fucked up and disturbing. And also really pathetic as well.

 

[Sovietmongler]

On Ask Reddit thread about former cult members.

When my mother met and married my first step father I was 4 or 5 years old. He began to introduce me to the cult he belonged to almost immediately. I don't think that my mother realized he was in one, although he was trying to get her into it slowly. During evenings when my mother went out, or weekends whenever he could get me alone, or school holidays, or times when he'd come get me to take me out of school, he would work on teaching me to be a member of the cult he believed in.

Whenever my mom wasn't around there were training sessions, and practice sessions for his cult. Eventually, there were times when he'd get me in the middle of the week from school and take me to a group camp sort of place that other members of his group set up for extended activities. Sometimes they would trade children for the getaway period, like swap us back and forth for cross training. Once in a very great while a kid there would die, but usually those were the kids that were just picked up and not legally parts of their families so they didn't have to make excuses for them missing. I was very lucky, because my step dad didn't like to share me, so I was never cross trained. My mother helped my step father in a lot of what he did, not because she knew what he was doing and involved in, but because she was naturally a hateful sort of person who helped him in isolating and keeping me from making any long term friends. She refused to let me watch television, listen to radio or music, go to parties or special events. It was a lot like being a Jehobah's Witness family, but she wasn't one. She just didn't want me around and did not want me to inconvenience her in any way. So the house was closed to me, I was restricted to my room for most of my life as a child by her, and that helped him because it gave him a lot more access and control over me.

My step dad's cult was a sexual slavery group. They believed that women were naturally inferior and meant to be slaves. My training was to teach me how to be a slave, how to endure pain, long terms of time in poses holding things, or being "furniture", and what he called "preparations" for my "womanhood".

By the time I was around 8 or 9, he was trying to get my mom into softer versions of what he was doing with me with his buddies in his group. He started by trying to get her to do swinging, and wife swapping and stuff but my mom was naturally a prude who actually hated sex in the first place, which kinda made things worse on me and made him more impatient.

By the time I was 8 and 9, I told a childhood friend some of the stuff he did, but not about the camps and the poses and training and the kids that were expendable. She told her mother, who told my mother that I was being molested, and there was a lot of screaming and shouting in the house, and the embarrassing interviews with her interrogating me and being really angry at me and I was so scared, because of the threats he'd made but also because she was so furious with me that I minimalized what he was doing and kept it to just the "preparing me for womanhood" bits. She separated from him for three months, but it was too hard for her to make it on just her own income, and she was too proud to ask for help and refused to go on any kind of assistance because she didn't want to be a "welfare mom" like all the "wetbacks" she hated, so she took me back to him and basically just gave me to him. I tried to tell her that he was starting stuff again and I was told that she was just too tired to hear it right now, so I never tried to get help from her again.

By the time I was between ten and eleven years old, I'd begun to read books about child abuse, molestation, and cults. I couldn't find anything about the sexual slavery parts of it, but there was enough there already for me to understand that what was being done was wrong, and to fight it. I began to refuse him. Every day was a battle of screaming, shouting, throwing things, hitting each other while my mother would then punish me for being disrespectful to my step father. In the end, he was trying to rape me in the afternoons and I was stalking the house at night while he slept with a knife in my hands, trying to get the nerve to kill them both in their sleep.

Just as I was ready and prepared to do it, I had stuff packed and everything, he just disappeared. After a week of him being gone, my mother told me that he had been having an affair with another lady, who was only 17 years old but had a two year old daughter already, and that she kicked him out for cheating on her. That's how I got out of the cult.

However, later on as an adult, I stupidly ended up with another guy who was into the same things. He started out trying to pass it off as just an interest in normal bondage fetishes. But in the end, I found out he was with the same group of people, who are now apparently internationally spread out with private compounds and "vacation places" all over the map. It tore me up when I realized it. I called the police and changed the locks when I found the boxes and boxes of his private photo collection at the camps he went to, with the other men posing with women tied up, cut up, unconscious, and beaten.

So that was the second time, I escaped from that kind of cult. It has now been 13 years since I earned that freedom.

When asked what this Cult was called

My step-father's cult was not related to a religion. I think that's so odd, because all the other ones I hear are religion related. There were no churches, no services, no sermons, and not any central figure that was worshipped. I think, they just worshipped themselves, and manhood in general. My step father called himself a Gorean, and I heard him talking with other men who also considered themselves the same, but not all people who participated in the camps were. They had classes and lessons for both men and women, and yes, boys were brought in and taught as well.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

On Ask Reddit thread about former cult members.

"Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them." - Jesus on Gorean books

 

[Jungle Princess]

On Ask Reddit thread about former cult members.



When asked what this Cult was called

Now that I know Goreans groom children, I hate these people.