Now this might start out to be a total paradox, if you read the statement and think I'm really going nuts, please bear with me, and I'll prove it to you like a Math Forumla complete with the Q. (uod) E. (rat) D. (emonstrandum). Maybe I have been victim to reading too many John Normal novels in my youth, it was all the rage, or was it? Maybe it was just me, a nerd reading non stop, where the Land of Gor was such a lovely escape from the real world. Or should we really abide by the Gorean worlds and maybe find peace within?
Slavery, that sounds like total passe`. But is it? Because although a lot of harsh and cruel treatments come to mind, it really needn't be like that. Slavery.... it is giving oneself to one person or higher power, you are not your own self anymore, you gladly agree to be owned. And that means a big relief from having to make any decisions. Take Christian nuns, I used to wonder what on earth could ever possess a girl to make her sign in as a recluse nun, just living her life between the walls of a convent. It seemed so not normal, so as if giving up your life for nothing. God doesn't love you any less if you choose to live life in the open air He created. So why do these girls go for something like that? Forget the praying, one can pray and still go to the supermarket. They say it is because they want to be the brides of Christ, by the look of things, Christ probably has a harem. That's too silly. It is maybe because by giving themselves up in that manner, they no longer have to struggle. They do not have to work to earn a living, they do not have to cope with an ever-changing world, they have absolutely no responsibilities to shoulder. They are then owned, by Christ, by the Mother in chief or whatever it is. So they are also slaves, consenting slaves, it's by their own total consent that they give up everything. That's slavery enough. They just do not wear collars and shackles and handcuffs as the word slavery brings to mind. They don a habit, a cross, and a uniform. But they're still slaves, and yes they look happy enough while the rest of us in the outside world get depressed. Because they cannot get depressed over what they don't know, or what they don't see. They are owned slaves and this somehow brings some sort of ecstatic feeling with it. Of course they're happy, who wouldn't be all in their own bubble, not having to work, juggle housework, kids, finances, loans. You'd say why I never ever considered joining a monastery.... men, makeup, fashion, so many things a girl is lured by in today's world.
The first ever time a John Norman novel came into my hands I felt repulsed. That didn't stop me from reading all 26 of his novels. And now, years later, I have to give it to Mr. Norman, he is right. It's women who tend to gravitate towards being owned, not many, if any, recluse priests around. In Norman's Gorean world, the freest women are slaves because they don't have to think how they'll be managing housekeeping, or how they're going to earn a living. They have a Master who does all that for them. They don't even have to battle with their own thoughts, their Master tends to that too. In return, they consent to being owned to their Master's pleasure, which in turn is their own pleasure. That makes a slave a being who is being always pleasured, hence the ecstatic feeling about it. Knowing you are an object of pleasure, and thus addictive adds power. That makes you in control, but just as if this weren't tricky enough, you are a slave. And in control, and free because there is someone who is doing everything else for you.
For in slavery lies freedom, total freedom. Q.E.D.
Slavery, that sounds like total passe`. But is it? Because although a lot of harsh and cruel treatments come to mind, it really needn't be like that. Slavery.... it is giving oneself to one person or higher power, you are not your own self anymore, you gladly agree to be owned. And that means a big relief from having to make any decisions. Take Christian nuns, I used to wonder what on earth could ever possess a girl to make her sign in as a recluse nun, just living her life between the walls of a convent. It seemed so not normal, so as if giving up your life for nothing. God doesn't love you any less if you choose to live life in the open air He created. So why do these girls go for something like that? Forget the praying, one can pray and still go to the supermarket. They say it is because they want to be the brides of Christ, by the look of things, Christ probably has a harem. That's too silly. It is maybe because by giving themselves up in that manner, they no longer have to struggle. They do not have to work to earn a living, they do not have to cope with an ever-changing world, they have absolutely no responsibilities to shoulder. They are then owned, by Christ, by the Mother in chief or whatever it is. So they are also slaves, consenting slaves, it's by their own total consent that they give up everything. That's slavery enough. They just do not wear collars and shackles and handcuffs as the word slavery brings to mind. They don a habit, a cross, and a uniform. But they're still slaves, and yes they look happy enough while the rest of us in the outside world get depressed. Because they cannot get depressed over what they don't know, or what they don't see. They are owned slaves and this somehow brings some sort of ecstatic feeling with it. Of course they're happy, who wouldn't be all in their own bubble, not having to work, juggle housework, kids, finances, loans. You'd say why I never ever considered joining a monastery.... men, makeup, fashion, so many things a girl is lured by in today's world.
The first ever time a John Norman novel came into my hands I felt repulsed. That didn't stop me from reading all 26 of his novels. And now, years later, I have to give it to Mr. Norman, he is right. It's women who tend to gravitate towards being owned, not many, if any, recluse priests around. In Norman's Gorean world, the freest women are slaves because they don't have to think how they'll be managing housekeeping, or how they're going to earn a living. They have a Master who does all that for them. They don't even have to battle with their own thoughts, their Master tends to that too. In return, they consent to being owned to their Master's pleasure, which in turn is their own pleasure. That makes a slave a being who is being always pleasured, hence the ecstatic feeling about it. Knowing you are an object of pleasure, and thus addictive adds power. That makes you in control, but just as if this weren't tricky enough, you are a slave. And in control, and free because there is someone who is doing everything else for you.
For in slavery lies freedom, total freedom. Q.E.D.
