keira

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I think that we, women, although not immune to male beauty, are less seriously influenced by it than men, the brutes, by female beauty. Indeed, a pretty male face can be aversive to us. The masculinity that attracts us, and can overwhelm us, is one of intelligence, power and virility, one of ruggedness and might. We are looking, so to speak, for our harem master, although we would hope to be the only slave in his harem. We want a man at whose feet we feel it is appropriate that we should kneel, as women, and slaves. We do not want an equal, that is not enough for us, we want more than that; we want a master. We want him to be strong, ambitious, aggressive, possessive, jealous, lustful, dangerous, dominant. We want him to guard us and protect us, and own us, with
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masculine ferocity, to see us as his rightful properties. We want to feel ourselves as though we were nothing before his wrath and power. We want to feel that it is the most important thing in the world for us that we please him. We want him to be jealous of us, and fiercely possessive of us; we want to be important to him; we do not want to be ignored or neglected; we do not want to be taken for granted, or just be "there," perhaps almost unnoticed, as are so many "wives" of Earth; the slave, I assure you, receives a great deal of attention, perhaps more than she sometimes cares for; she, in her service, and subject to his command and domination, is muchly noticed; one of the cruelest of punishments he can inflict upon us is to subject us to the same neglect and indifference commonly accorded to an Earth "wife"; how we strive to be pleasing to him, that that will not occur; but it seldom occurs; better the mercy of the slave lash; he must want to keep track of us, for we are his possessions; he must want to know our thoughts, our whereabouts, and our every action. He desires us; he lusts for us; and we are his; and so he is jealous of us and inordinately possessive of us, his relished goods, his coveted prizes, his properties, his slaves; and so he keeps us on a short leash.

*sniffles* a friend called me the first GorGeek today. And while i will admit to being one, there are those who are FAR more geeky than i. *huffs* she just hasnt met them yet, that's all.

and now that you have prepared yourself thusly for whinage...why is it that every Master I have an interest in already owns a slave? or has a wife he forgot to mention. I don't mind poly, but i just want someone to want me more than anyone else and not already have that special someone in their lives. I know good masters are hard to find, but SINGLE masters are ever more scarce.

this talker i go to has these anal rules. As a friend of mine puts it, they keep making more rules thinking that makes them Gorean (heh). Master changed my name and i went back there. I entered my profile exactly as he said it and he approved what i put as a profile. Master said to leave it until asked to change. I was asked once and informed the person that it wasn't in their many lists of rules (gee, do you think maybe she hadn't manage to read through them all herself?) I told Master that i was asked and he said to change it to something like "happy on my knees" I modified that a bit to "happy as a helper" Then this Lead person was online and never mentioned it directly to me. Instead i got this via email of sorts the next day
>>Msg: 0001 FROM: Lead Date: 10/30/05 11:13
>>Subject: ** SMAIL **
greetings girl. Your profile is not correct as directed by city staff. the desc
is to read Ubar's garden helper, gender is to be female, and Free/slave is to
read slave. I expect to see that corrected soon as they should have been done
after being informed by the second girl.
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I replied back that i obey my master's orders before those of this particular city and pointed out again that my current desc "happy as a helper" was not against any stated rule. Next time i logged on, i had been arrested. I tried back several times. No one came to talk to me. Then suddenly i was out of jail but still no explanation until many hours later, i got this.

>>Msg: 0002 FROM: Lead Date: 10/31/05 18:02
>>Subject: ** SMAIL **
you were jailed for 24 hours in order to comply with direction from staff and
Council on city policies regarding profiles. Since you cannot fix a profile
while in jail, you have been released for 24 hours to comply. failure to do so
will result in your return to jail.
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Can anyone say "abuse of power?" and utter silliness? they want me to call myself the Ubar's when i wear a private collar and everything in my profile must be cookie cuttered into conformity. -How- gorean. keira reshares this quote from Norman in hopes it sinks into someone's narrow mind.

Gor is a continent in science fiction. Many may wish it did not exist, but it is there. It is not hard to find, really. Just look for a world that lies a thousand degrees north of monothink, a thousand degrees east
of orthodoxy, a thousand degrees west of ideological conformity, a continent far from the placid waters of predictable mediocrity, a different world, one real, one like no other, one beyond the familiar
world's horizon, one emergent from far, tumultuous, untamed seas, a world alert to deep currents, which listens to secret whispers, which wears stars in her hair. The maps of ideologically servile cartographers may choose not to show the Gorean world, but it is there, a wonderful, forbidden
continent….Some of you know her, and have been there.

] >> Lordziax tells you: hello girl
] >> Lordziax tells you: ?
] >> You tell Lordziax: yes?
] >> Lordziax tells you: was wondering if you need a master?
] >> You tell Lordziax: perhaps. would you like to be that Master?
] >> Lordziax tells you: yes, if you like the same sorts of things i do...
where ya from?
] >> You tell Lordziax: your feet, Master. may i call you that please?
] >> Lordziax tells you: of coursr\e
] >> Lordziax tells you: no my pet, where are you really from
] >> You tell Lordziax: oh thank you, Master.
] >> You tell Lordziax: OHHHHH i am your pet already. oh this is wonderful. i
have been searching for all of ....checks 3 minutes for a Master and now i have
found you!
] >> Lordziax tells you: you are a sarcastic little one aren't you (k, ya think?)
] >> Lordziax spanks your bottom.
(i had to log out at this point)

slept in until 8:30 (despite carmy trying to wake me up), felt great to get more rest and then headed to walmart for food and such (i caved and got more yarn and a kit for a pompom scarf). When i got back had another good convo with fyn. heh, i had given her an assignment of a cosian menu and she made a few comments this morning from which i realized she thought PC was on the island of Cos. I very gently corrected her and we seemed to get along much better after that.
I'm steaming peppers for chili relanos now. i spurged and bought them as the plants in my garden are about done producing. did some light cleaning of the house (still vacuuming up bug bodies), just relaxing and watching foodnetwork as i buzz around.
OH well, this is just silly, but more lina drama last night. she lied to me which was terribly amusing.  we had a training session scheduled and a Master showed up. So i asked him if he would assist. He said he would, but that he was returning to Gor so he wanted me to give the meal and drink order to lina. lina before we even start informed me that she was a redsilk on IRC so i selected black wine to start, then bosk and dessert for the Master. it took her FOREVER to get even the drink to him. So we were chatting in tells about what she was doing wrong, etc. He made a comment about it would have been faster to plant the vines, pick the fruit and then ferment the wine himself rather than wait for her serve and then a couple others. i figured out he thought black wine was a wine and not expresso so in tells we talked about that. He ended up running out of time and logged off. So i went through with lina what she did wrong. She insisted that he had given her orders on yahoo for second slave. I called her on it, knowing he couldnt have. she insisted she wasnt lying and then said she was giving the yahoo log to Justice as proof. gawd, SO amusing.

I have read ALLLLLLL 26 books of the Gor series. So now it's quote time!

"Was I to be blamed for what I was, for what I had become, that which I had earlier been only secretly, only in my dreams? And were not the masters, too, to blame? Had they not released the slave? Did he now think I could simply return her to her dungeon, where she had languished, neglected and denied, after I had met her, and, in her, my true self? Once one has found oneself can one forget oneself? It is a bit late for such things then. It is one thing never to acknowledge oneself; it is one thing to pretend and hide; it is one thing to avoid meeting oneself; but it is quite another to forget oneself once one has met oneself; one cannot, so to speak, then unmeet oneself; one may hide from the truth; one may attempt to avoid it; one may even arrange one’s life in such a way as to minimize the possibilities of learning it, at least explicitly, face to face, in its full glory; but once one has seen it, one cannot simply unsee it; one cannot unlearn it; it can no longer be repudiated; incantations can restore neither virginity nor ignorance. And, too, I loved my sex, my truth. I would cling to it forever. No one could force it out of me. I was not discontent to be a woman." ~Witness of Gor

"Surely you understand what this means, she said. Soon, my lovely daughter, you will learn the delicate, lascivious draping of slave garments and the tying of slave girdles, in such a way as to accentuate your beauty for the pleasure of a master. You will be taught to kneel, caress, and do things you have not now dreamed of. You will learn to wear chains attractively and to move in them in such a way as to drive men wild with passion. You will be taught to cook and sew, and to polish boots and scrub floors. You will learn to bring a whip to a man in your teeth, on your hands and knees, head down. You will learn to love, and to serve. You will learn to be a slave." ~Mercenaries of Gor

I looked down upon her. The depth, extent and distribution of sexually active areas on the female body is, of course, considerable. Indeed, in sexual arousal, her entire body can become sensitized, and, so to speak, sexually vulnerable and flammable. Her sexual response can become one of the entire squirming, yielding, overwhelmed organism. When a woman yields it is all of her that yields. Her response, of course, is far more than crudely physical. It constitutes a psychophysiological ecstasy, a rhapsody of being owned and had. Her sexual response, thus, is far more than a simplistic response to physical stimuli. It is a function of an entire situation and condition. It is. thus, perhaps, that the female slave, knowing herself slave and owned, attains sexual heights and depths, orgasms and totalities of response, forever denied, in the nature of things, to her ignorant sisters, cool and inhibited, smug in their prides and freedoms. The slave girl, in effect, is the woman in her place in nature. It is there, in her own place and world, and there only, that she can attain her biological destiny, that she can find her total female fulfillment. Free, she is enslaved, the prisoner of inhibitions, artifices and conventions; enslaved, she is free, liberated to the self-fulfillment of her deepest nature. Free, she is enslaved; enslaved, she is free. That is the paradox of the collar.

"Do you know, ultimately," I asked, "Who will prove to be your one best trainer?"

"You, yourself," I said, "the girl, herself, eager to please, imaginative and intelligent, monitoring her own performances and feelings, striving lovingly to improve and refine them. You yourself will be largely responsible for making yourself the superb slave you will become." ~Savages of Gor

kei has a confession...she's been watching Martha. really she can't help it. That woman is amazing. But that's just an aside to this...yesterday on the show (TLC at 6 pm for those who must get their Martha fix) a lady from Alaska gave her an ulo. What a surprise that was to hear that word. ONce again, I am amazed as well at how much Norman knows about different cultures on earth and incorporated into the Gor series.

ps- for those who don't know, an ulo is a woman's knife. it was in Beasts of Gor and here on Earth it's used by Eskimos.

Can one truly understand Gor without reading the books? And how many of them does one need to read before they understand? My thoughts ( Read more... )

I had just been commenting to a couple people that Norman ceases to ramble in the later books as much as he did in the first. Then i started Witness. *groans* I should have guessed just from the sheer size of the book! I have some good quotes from Magicians that i'll be posting (and inviting comment on). In the meantime, I have been researching the correct spelling of veminium, veminia and veminium bird. All i have been able to find is it spelled without the R in the books. However there has to be some reason most of the sites and nearly everyone online spells it with the R. Any ideas???

It is a beautiful moment when a woman come to learn, and love, what she is, when she comes to understand herself, and has the courage to accept this understanding, when in joy the ice breaks in the rivers, when the glaciers melt, the spring comes, when she loves and kneels. ~Magicians of Gor

Even though you might regret your bondage, or rage against it,
from time to time, he said, yet, in your heart, you now you are a slave.
~Dancer of Gor

kei found soap on Gor!  heh, there are missing pages in Tribesman on 99% of the zipped files available out on the web. She managed to figure that out with the help of someone who had the book and viola! the raisin reference and soap as well. she's also been working on her website more so if you havent stopped by that in awhile, you should! www.geocities.com/keiraslave

Caste is vital to the social structure of the High Cities and surrounding areas. Most social interaction is within one's Caste including the choice of a Free Companion, charity and recreation. ( Read more... )

One might wonder if taking the time to delve deeper into the culture of Gor is worth the effort. keira believes it is. Learning what life was like for Goreans gives us insight into the vision Norman had for his planet and its inhabitants and enhances the Gorean experience for all of us.

keira begins with the most important facet of Gorean city life- the Home Stone.

“‘Gor,’ he said, ‘is the name of this world. In all the languages of this planet, the word means Home Stone.’ He paused, noting my lack of comprehension. ‘Home Stone,’ he repeated. ‘Simply that.’“ ~Tarnsman of Gor
Within the cities and surrounding areas, the Home Stone is at the very core of the citizens’ existence.
“I think the explanation for the Gorean political arrangements and attitudes in the institution of the Home Stone. It is the Home Stone which, for the Gorean, marks the center. I think it is because of their Home Stones that the Gorean tends to think of territory as something from the inside out, so to speak, rather than from the outside in. Consider again the analogy of the circle. For the Gorean the Home Stone would mark the point of the circle's center. It is the Home Stone which, so to speak, determines the circle. There can be a point without a circle; but there can be no circle without its central point. But let me not try to speak of Home Stones. If you have a Home Stone, I need not speak. If you do not have a Home Stone, how could you understand what I might say?” ~Fighting Slave of Gor
Goreans do not often travel far from their cities. This may be a bit strange to us as these days we make frequent moves from town to town. It is not something a Gorean would do unless they committed a crime, became an outlaw and were forced to leave to escape justice in their former City.
“…anyone whose citizenship, for whatever reason, is rescinded or revoked, with due process of law, is no longer entitled to the protections and rights of that polity’s Home Stone. That Home Stone is then no longer his.” ~Dancer of Gor
An exception to this is a slave who as property has no Home Stone and may end up traveling quite a bit as he/she is sold from owner to owner.
“…animals of all sorts, such as tarsks and verr, as well as slaves, do not have Home Stones.” ~Dancer of Gor
“There is a Gorean saying that only Priest-Kings, outlaws and slaves lack Home Stones.” ~Dancer of Gor
This is because these three also are without caste, but as you can see with this next quote that is not completely true. One of the listed castes is considered to be without a Home Stone.
“’Assassins, as I recall,’ I said, ‘have no Home Stones. I suppose that is a drawback to caste membership, but if you did have Home Stones, it might be difficult to take fees on one whose Home Stone you shared.’” ~Beasts of Gor
(Note- in later books we do find that not all of Gor follows the practice of centering their lives around a Home Stone. Tribal cultures such as the Red Hunters of the frozen Tundra and the Red Savages of the Barrens do not have Home Stones. However, the same concept of community remains central. The individual’s welfare is less important than the whole of the society.
“The welfare of a larger number of individuals, as the Goreans reason, correctly or incorrectly, is more important than the welfare of a smaller number of individuals.” ~Fighting Slave of Gor)
A Home Stone is more than loyalty to one's City and the planet. It's an intense feeling that even Norman states is not easily described to those who are not Gorean. The Home Stone, while an actual stone, is also an intangible object.
“Perhaps the most significant difference between the man of Earth and the Gorean is that the Gorean has a Home Stone, and the man of Earth does not. It is difficult to make clear to a non-Gorean the significance of the Home Stone, for the non-Gorean has never had a Home Stone, and thus cannot understand its meaning, its reality. I think that I shall not try to make clear what is the significance to a Gorean of the Home Stone. It would be difficult to put into words; indeed, it is perhaps impossible to put into words; I shall not try. I think this is one of the saddest things about the men of Earth, that they have no Home Stone.” ~ Slave Girl of Gor
"The Home Stone came naturally, in time, to acquire a mystique, and something of the hot, sweet emotions as our native peoples of Earth feel towards their flags became invested in it." ~Tarnsman of Gor
“…the Home Stone of Ar, the very symbol and significance of the empire…” ~Tarnsman of Gor
“The love of their city tends to become invested in a stone which is known as the Home Stone, and which is normally kept in the highest cylinder in the city. In the Home Stone…the city finds its symbol. Yet to speak of a symbol is to fall short of the mark. It is almost as if the city itself were identified with the Home Stone, as if it were to the city what life is to man.” ~Outlaw of Gor

Indeed, a city is not considered destroyed even though nothing remains of it but its Home Stone.
After Ko-ra-ba is flattened, Tarl comforts his father over the loss only to discover Mathew had rescued the stone.
“’I looked at my father. ‘I am sorry,’ I said, ‘that Ko-ro-ba was destroyed.’
My father laughed. ‘Ko-ro-ba was not destroyed,’ he said.
I was puzzled, for I myself had looked upon the valley of Ko-ro-ba and had seen that the city had vanished.
‘Here,’ said my father, reaching into a leather sack that he wore slung about his shoulder, ‘is Ko-ro-ba,’ and he drew forth the small, flat Home Stone of the City, in which gorean custom invests the meaning, the significance, the reality of a city itself. ‘Ko-ro-ba cannot be destroyed, said my father, ‘for its Home Stone has not perished!’
My father had taken the Stone from the City before it had been destroyed. For years he had carried it on his own person.
I took the small stone in my hands and kissed it, for it was the Home Stone of the city to which I had pledged my sword...” ~Priest Kings of Gor
In times of war the Home Stone is often sent away for safe keeping when an attack upon a city is eminent. Such was the case when Cos was invading Ar’s Station. Its Home Stone was sent south to Ar.
“The myths of these matters have it that while the Home Stone survives, so, too, must the city.” ~Outlaw of Gor
A Home Stone is most often a rock but it can also be a precious stone or a mere pebble.
‘‘’These stones,’ said my father, ‘are various, of different colours, shapes, and sizes, and many of them are intricately carved. Some of the largest cities have small, rather insignificant Home Stones, but of incredible antiquity, dating back to the time when the city was a village or only a mounted pride of warriors with no settled abode.’’’ ~Tarnsman of Gor”
“…sometimes little more than a crude piece of carved rock, dating back perhaps several hundred generations to when the city was only a cluster of huts by the bank of a river, sometimes a magnificent and impressively wrought, jewel- encrusted cube of marble or granite…” ~Outlaw of Gor
However, we see in the case of the Mathew Cabot, he considered dirt from Earth to be his Home Stone. This is the only mention of a Home Stone being dirt.
‘‘’I shall show you someday,’ he said, ‘my own small Home Stone, which I keep in my chambers. It encloses a handful of soil from the Earth, a handful of soil that I first brought with me when I came to this world - a long time ago.’” ~Tarnsman of Gor
A City’s Home Stone is kept in its Central Cylinder, heavily guarded and often disguised by being placed amongst other stones.

"The Home Stone of a village was always placed in the market; in a city, on the top of the highest tower." ~Tarnsman of Gor

“The Home Stone of Ar, like most Home Stones in the cylinder cities, was kept free on the tallest tower, as if in open defiance of the tarnsmen of rival cities. It was, of course, kept well-guarded and at the first sign of serious danger would undoubtedly be carried to safety. Any attempt on the Home Stone was regarded by the citizens of the city as sacrilege of the most heinous variety and punishable by the most painful of deaths….” ~Tarnsman of Gor

Most citizens will only see the Home stone once in their lives at the time of the pledge of citizenship to their City. All the Free must petition to become a citizen after age of consent, showing proof they know the laws of the City and are willing to become a vital integral part of life. "Bread, Salt and Fire" is the term used for the ceremonial sharing of these items when a person receives citizenship. To have them taken away is banishment from the City.

“Young men and women of the city, when coming of age, participate in a ceremony which involves the swearing of oaths, and the sharing of bread, fire and salt. In this ceremony the Home Stone of the city is held by each young person and kissed. Only then are the laurel wreath and the mantle of citizenship conferred.” ~ Slave Girl of Gor
“The youth of Earth have no Home Stone. Citizenship, interestingly, in most Gorean cities is conferred only upon the coming of age, and only after certain examinations are passed. Further, the youth of Gor, in most cities, must be vouched for by citizens of the city, not related in blood to him, and be questioned before a committee of citizens, intent upon determining his worthiness or lack thereof to take the Home Stone of the city as his own. Citizenship in most Gorean communities is not something accrued in virtue of the accident of birth but earned by virtue of intent and application.” ~ Slave Girl of Gor
“I am surprised to hear such sentiments,” I said, “from those who must once have held and kissed the Home Stone of Ar.” This was a reference to the citizenship ceremony which, following the oath of allegiance to the city, involves an actual touching of the city´s Home Stone. This may be the only time in the life of a citizen of the city that they actually touch the Home Stone. In Ar, as in many Gorean cities, citizenship is confirmed in a ceremony of this sort. Nonperformance of this ceremony, upon reaching intellectual majority, can be a cause for expulsion from the city. The rationale seems to be that the community has a right to expect allegiance from its members.” ~Vagabonds of Gor
“The sharing of a Home Stone is no light thing in a Gorean city.” ~ Slave Girl of Gor
“To claim a Home Stone as one’s own when it is not is a serious offense among Goreans.” ~Slave Girl of Gor
“…because of this commonality of the Home Stone, love of their city, the sharing of citizenship, and such, there is generally a harmonious set of economic compromises obtaining the labor force, in general. Happily, most of these compromises are unquestioned matters of cultural tradition. They are taken for granted, usually, by all the citizens, and their remote origins, sometimes doubtless the outcome of internecine strife, of class war, of street fighting and riots, of bloody, house-to-house determinations in the past, and such, are seldom investigated, save perhaps by historians, scribes of the past, some seeking, it seems, to know the truth, for its own sake, others seemingly seeking lessons in the rich labyrinths of history, in previous human experience, what is to be emulated, and what is to be avoided. Some think that out of such crises came the invention of the Home Stone.” ~Dancer of Gor
“’Yet there is a hierarchy of Home Stones, one might say, and two soldiers who would cut one another down with their steel blades for an acre of fertile ground will fight side by side to the death for the Home Stone of their village or of the city within whose ambit their village lies.’” ~Tarnsman of Gor
“Caste is extremely important to most Goreans, even when they do not all practice the traditional crafts of their caste. It is one of the ‘nationalities’ of the Gorean, so to speak. Other common “nationalities,” so to speak, are membership in a kinship organization, such as a clan, or phratry, a group of clans, or a larger grouping yet, a tribe or analogous to a tribe, a group of phratries, and a pledged allegiance to a Home Stone, usually that of a village, town or city.” ~Dancer of Gor

Citizenship may be returned if the banished person is allowed to kiss the Home Stone as was the case with Talena, the scorned daughter of the Ubar of Ar, Marlenus.

“’Talena,’ he said. ‘Have you heard of her?’
‘Yes,’ I said.
‘Marlenus was dissatisfied with her,’ said the fellow. ‘It had to do with some business in the Northern forests. He swore her from him, making her no longer his daughter. For years she has lived in obscurity, sequestered in the Central Cylinder. Now, with the absence of Marlenus, and the generosity of Gnieus Lelius, she is carried once again, in the streets of Ar.’
‘I gather that would not be in accord with the will of Marlenus,’ I said.
‘Marlenus is not here,’ he said.
‘Why would one think of her in the terms of a Ubara?’ I asked. ‘Sworn from Marlenus, she is no longer his daughter.’
‘I am not a scribe of the law,’ he said. ‘I do not know.’
‘I do not think she has a Home Stone,’ I said.
‘Gnieus Lelius permitted her to kiss the Home Stone,’ he said. ‘It was done in a public ceremony. She is once again a citizeness of Ar.’” ~Mercenaries of Gor

The cities are not the only keepers of Home Stones. A man’s home is centered around his own Stone. His first loyalty would be to that and then to his village and then to his City.

“But not only is it the case that each city has its Home Stone. The simplest and humblest village, and even the most primitive hut in that village, perhaps only a cone of straw, will contain its own Home Stone, as will the fantastically appointed chambers of the Administrator of so great a city as Ar.” ~ Outlaw of Gor
“I looked at the Home Stone in the hut. In this hut, for it was here that his Home Stone resided, Thurnus was sovereign. In this hut, even had he been a lowly man or beggar, he, because of the presence in it of his Home Stone, was Ubar. A palace without a Home Stone is but a hovel; a hovel which contains a Home Stone is a palace.” ~Slave Girl of Gor

“Whereas I was of high caste and he of low, yet in his own hut he would be, by the laws of Gor, a prince and sovereign, for then he would be in the place of his own Home Stone. Indeed, a cringing whelp of a man, who would never think of lifting his eyes from the ground in the presence of a member of one of the high castes, a crushed and spiritless churl, an untrustworthy villain or coward, an avaricious and obsequious peddler often becomes, in the place of his own Home Stone, a veritable lion among his fellows, proud and splendid, generous and bestowing, a king be it only in his own den.” ~Outlaw of Gor

To show the deeply-felt respect for their Home Stone, men rise to their feet when speaking of it.
“My father had risen to his feet and had begun to pace the room, and his eyes seemed strangely alive. In time I would come to understand more of what he felt. “Indeed, there is a saying on Gor, a saying whose origin is lost in the past of this strange planet, that one who speaks of Home Stones should stand, for matters of honour are here involved, and honour is respected in the barbaric codes of Gor.” ~Tarnsman of Gor
The great reverence shown to any Home Stone is further demonstrated by the following passages.
‘“Beware’, cried the driver through the rain to the men below me, beside the wagon. ‘I carry a Home Stone in this wagon.’
The three men looked at one another, and then backed away. They would not choose to do business with one who carried a Home Stone, even though they were three to two." ~Mercenaries of Gor

”’He circled me, widely. ‘Beware,’ he said, ‘I carry a Home Stone.’
I stood back and made no move to draw my weapon. Though I was of the caste of warriors and he of peasants, and I armed and he carrying naught but a crude tool, I would not dispute his passage. One does not lightly dispute the passage of one who carries his Home Stone.” ~Nomads of Gor
In the areas surrounding the cities, land is claimed by placing one's Home Stone there and then standing guard until the end of the day.
‘‘Where a man sets his Home Stone, he claims, by law, that land for himself. Good land is protected only by the swords of the strongest owners in the vicinity." ~Tarnsman of Gor
“To one side, against the wall of the hut, there rested, on a small table, a piece of plain, irregularly shaped rock, which Thurnus, years earlier, when first he had founded the farm, later to be the community, of Tabuk’s Ford, had taken from his own fields. He had, one morning, years ago, bow upon his back and staff in hand, seed at his thigh, after months of wandering, come to a place which had pleased him…. He had driven the yellow stake of claimancy into the dark soil, near the Verl, and had stood there, his weapons at hand, beside the stake, until the sun had reached the zenith and then, slowly, set. It was then he had reached to his feet and picked up the stone, from his own fields. It now rested in his hut. It was the Home Stone of Thurnus.” ~Slave Girl of Gor
This is also the way cities were formed long ago.
“‘In peasant villages on this world,’ he continued, ‘each hut was originally built around a flat stone which was placed in the centre of the circular dwelling. It was carved with the family sign and was called the Home Stone. It was, so to speak, a symbol of sovereignty, or territory, and each peasant, in his own hut, was a sovereign.’ ‘Later,’ said my father, ‘Home Stones were used for villages, and later still for cities." ~Tarnsman of Gor
One myth of the origin of the Home Stone is described in Dancer of Gor.
“There are, of course, several mythical accounts of the origin of the Home Stone. One popular account has it that an ancient hero, Hesius, once performed great labors for Priest-Kings, and was promised a reward greater than gold and silver. He was given, however, only a flat piece of rock with a single character inscribed on it, the first letter in the name of his native village. He reproached the Priest-Kings with their niggardliness, and what he regarded as their breach of faith. He was told, however, that what they gave him was indeed worth far more than gold and silver, that it was a ‘Home Stone.’ He returned to his native village, which was torn with war and strife. He told the story there, and put the stone in the market place. ‘If the Priest-Kings say this is worth more than gold and silver,’ said a wise man, ‘it must be true.’ ‘Yes,’ said the people. ‘Ours,’ responded Hesius. Weapons were then laid aside, and peace pledged.”
The people of Gor believe that the Home Stone of all of Gor lies in the home of the Priest Kings, but that is considered by the Priest Kings to be beneath them.
“It was said that the Supreme Home Stone of all Gor lay within those mountains….” ~Outlaw of Gor
"’Sometimes this is spoken of as the Home Stone of all Gor,’ said Sarm, as we walked the long, winding, iron spiral that clung to the side of a vast, transparent blue dome. Within that dome, burning and glowing, emitting a bluish, combustive refulgence, was a huge, crystalline reticulated hemisphere.
‘The analogy, of course,’ said Sarm, ‘is incorrect for there is no Home Stone as such in the Nest of Priest-Kings, the Home Stone being a barbarous artifact generally common to the cities and homes of Gorean humans.’" ~Priest Kings of Gor

kei feels that the very fact that Norman chooses the name of the planet to mean “Home Stone” reflects his vision for a planet whose inhabitants respect the well-being of the world that provides them life. Norman continually makes reference through the books of how earthen society with its increasing dependence of technology is slowly destroying that planet.
“’Nothing need be done,’ I said. ‘It is now in the process of destroying itself. Do you think it will last another thousand years?’” ~Explorers of Gor
With Gor, Norman has attempted to show us what life would have been like if we had not gone the way of reckless industry without thought to preserving the land and its creatures, both things we need in order to survive. He also creates an alien race, the Kurii who having destroyed their own planet are now seeking to take over Gor and Earth as a further interesting way to show what careless disregard for one’s planet might end as.

ok, i admit i am VERY bored at work, but this struck me as highly amusing






Beware, she said, lest I be truly cruel to you, lest I truly torment you, lest I lower my veil and permit you to glimpse, ever so
briefly, my beauty, a beauty which you will never possess, which you will never kiss or touch, a brief glimpse which you must then carry with you, recalled in
frustration and agony, through the marsh!

Could you not part your robes, as well, I asked, that I might be even more tormented?

She stiffened again in anger, in fury.