There is very little male-to-male sex on Gor, though it is not nonexistent. Its relative scarcity, presumably, is a function not of repression, which does not exist, but of neglect or disinterest, a function of the nature, and naturalness, of the Gorean milieu, the innocent, unabashed complexion and constitution of its culture, its sensual and biological openness, frankness and artlessness, the absence of pathological conditioning programs designed, by means of guilt and social pressures, to confuse, divide and alienate the sexes, and the abundance and availability of beautiful, needful slave girls,who are usually, for the most part, affordable. - Bloodbrothers of Gor
Norman was a product of his time. When the books were first being written their was a social revolution going on, women were demanding equal rights and the homosexuals were demanding that the police not harass them. For a strict social conservative like Norman appears to be, it may have been the end of the world. His creative answer was to create a world where "traditional" values of family still held sway. Where woman were second class citizens if not lower and homosexuals were a rare and quiet thing.
Today we know that homosexuality is not a choice but more a function of biology. Something that Norman did not know based on the science of his time. So I'm willing to forgive him if he makes it sound like a choice.
The wonderful thing about Gorean philosophy is that you can apply it to any relationship model. Male - male, Male to female or Female to female. Even Female to male is possible within this model.
Although the terms may change somewhat however you decide to define your relationship is up to you. The Gorean ethos of honor, natural order, intellectualism (more on that at a later date) and family do not change just because one or all of the people involved is gay.
One of the largest misconception of Gor is that it is just for straight people. Although their is evidence that suggests Norman did not approve of homosexulity - stating that such relationships were eventully unhappy ones in Imaginative Sex
Below is all the quotes that I know of where Norman either address homosexuality directly or implies it's existance. Interestingly enough, no scene exists in the books of forced homosexuality - which is interesting because I'm sure more than one Master has had two or more kajira "entertain" him in this matter.
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"Milo must have exhibited some interest in you, or seemed to exhibit some interest in you," I said, "if only during the period of your seduction, when you were being trapped."
"Yes," she said, "then."
"But after you were in the house as a slave, collared, scantily clad, utterly vulnerable?"
"No, Master," she said.
"He never asked for you to be brought to him?"
"No, Master."
"Why do you think that is?" I asked.
"I am insufficiently beautiful," she said.
"Did he call for other women?" I asked.
"I do not know, Master," she said.
"Did you not see names written on the call boards in the kitchen?"
"No," she said.
"Interesting," I said.
"One of the girls, another one of we three who had been trapped by Milo, claimed to have been with him, but it was proven that she had lied. She had been chained in the stable that night. The house master found out about it and she was whipped, before us all."
"As far as you know, then," I said, "none of the girls of the house were put with Milo."
"As far as I know, not," she said.
"But surely there would be no cause for secrecy about such a matter," I said.
"I would not think so," she said.
"Milo was important in the house," I said. "He is famous. He is of great value to Appanius."
"Certainly, Master," she said.
"It would make sense then," I said, "to suppose that a girl would be sent to him, at least once in a while."
"Perhaps, Master," she said.
"So much is done even for quarry slaves," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"But as far as you know this was never done?"
"Not as far as I know," she said.
"And if it had been done," I said, "it is my speculation that you would have heard of it, such gossip flowing quickly through the corridors of such a house."
"I suppose so," she said.
"If Milo had requested a girl, do you think he would have received one?"
"I would suppose so," she said, puzzled.
"Perhaps he did not request one," I said.
"Master?" she asked.
"Possible Milo does not find women attractive," I said. — Magicians of Gor, pages 313-314.
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"My Milo, my Milo!" wept Appanius, looking down at the much-beaten slave. "The most beautiful slave in Ar! My beloved slave! My beloved Milo!"
"He has betrayed you," said one of the retainers.
"How could you do it?" asked Appanius. "Have I not been good to you? Have I not been kind? Have you wanted for anything? Have I not given you everything?"
The slave kept his head down. I think he was sick, and I did not much blame him. He had taken a fearful beating. His back and shoulders were covered with welts. I did not think that anything had been broken. I wondered if he had ever been beaten before. Perhaps not. I myself have doubtless been responsible for a few of those blows, but then they had been appropriately administered. His behavior, after all, had contained errors.
"He is an ungrateful slave," said another of the retainers.
"Send him to the fields," said one of the retainers.
"Sell him," said another.
"Make him an example to others," said the first retainer.
"We can fine you a better, Appanius," said another.
"One even more beautiful," said one.
"And one with appropriate dispositions," said another.
"And he, too, if you wish, can be trained as an actor and performer," said another.
Marcus looked at me, puzzled. He did not really follow this conversation. I did not react to his look.
"What shall I do with him?" asked Appanius.
"Let all your slaves learn that they are your slaves," said one of the retainers.
"Speak clearly," said Appanius.
"Rid yourself of him," whispered the fellow.
"Yes," said another.
Appanius looked down at the chained slave.
I now had some understanding of the jealousy of the retainers for the slave. The slave had doubtless enjoyed too much power in the house, too much favor with the master. They were eager to bring him down.
"How?" asked Appanius.
"He has been unfaithful to you," said a retainer.
"He had made a fool of you, with a woman," said another.
This remark seemed to have its effect with Appanius.
"If this gets out, you will be a laughing stock in Ar," said another.
I doubted this. It is natural enough for a male slave to have an eye for female slaves, and it is not unusual for a female slave to occasionally, say, find herself taken advantage of by such a fellow.To be sure, it is much more dangerous for a male slave to accost a female slave than for a free man to do so. Unauthorized uses of female slaves are almost always by free men. They have little, or nothing, to fear, for the girls are only slaves. The masters, if they are concerned about such things, may put the girls in the iron belt, particularly if they are sending them on late errands, or into disreputable neighborhoods.
Appanius seemed to be becoming angry.
I looked at the slave. His hands were manacled closely behind his back. The chains on his ankles would hardly permit him to walk. The chain leash dangled to the floor, where it lay in a rough coil.
"So, Milo," said Appanius, "you would make of me a laughing stock?"
"No, Master," said the slave.
"One can well imagine him laughing about how he betrayed you with a woman," said one of the retainers.
"It will be the whip, and close chains for you, Milo!" said Appanius.
"No," said one of the retainers. "Let him serve as an example to all such slaves as he!"
"Yes!" said another retainer.
"Let it be the eels!" said another.
"Yes!" said the fourth.
"No!" screamed Lavinia. "No!" She leaped to her feet and ran to Milo, to kneel beside him, holding him, weeping. She turned to Appanius. "No, no, please!" she wept. "No! Please!"
I took her by the hair and threw her back, away from Milo, to the floor, where she scrambled to her knees and, tears in her eyes, frantic, regarded us.
Many estates, particularly country homes, have pools in which fish are kept. Some of these pools contain voracious eels, of various sorts, river eels, black eels, the spotted eel, and such, which are Gorean delicacies. Needless to say abound slave, cast into such a pool, will be eaten alive.
I looked closely at Appanius. He was white-faced. As I had suspected, he was not enthusiastic about this proposal.
"It must be the eels," said the first retainer.
"Nothing less will expunge the blot upon your honor," said another.
"What blot?" said Appanius, suddenly, lightly.
The retainers regarded him, speechless.
"What is it to my honor," asked Appanius, "if I have been betrayed by an ungrateful, worthless slave? It is scarcely worth noting."
"Appanius!" said the first retainer.
"Do you wish to buy a slave?" asked Appanius of me, as though lightly. But I saw that he was desperate in this matter. Indeed, I was touched. His problem was a difficult one. He wanted to save both his honor and the life of the slave. As outraged as he might be, as angry, as terribly hurt as he was, even as sensitive of his honor as I supposed he might be, he was trying to save the slave. I was startled by this. Indeed, it seemed he might care for him, truly. That development I had not anticipated. I had thought that things would have worked out much more simply. I had expected him to be outraged with Milo and be ready, in effect, to kill him, at which point I was prepared to intervene, with a princely offer. If he were rational, and the offer was attractive enough, as it could be, as I had a fortune in gold with me, I could obtain the slave. That is the way I had anticipated things would proceed. If Appanius would not sell Milo, then I could simply keep Appanius, and the others, with the exception of Milo, bound and gagged somewhere, say, in the pantry in the back, and use Milo, still the slave of Appanius, to achieve my objective in a slightly different fashion, one then merely involving two steps rather than one. If he would not sell Milo, certainly he would be willing to sell another, one who might, for a time at least, be too dangerous to acknowledge, too dangerous to free, too dangerous to keep. — Magicians of Gor, pages 426-428.
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~~Waniyanpi invented their ethos to dignify and ennoble their own weakness. It may be mentioned, that interestingly, since that there is, in the compounds, an unusual incidence of homosexuality, both of male and female varieties. This is perhaps a natural enough development considering the conditioned obstacles placed in the way of more usual relationships. It also fits in better with the values of Sameness. To be sure, officially the Waniyanpi disparage all sex, despite the relative countenance tacitly afforded by their ethos to the homosexual relationship. Where natural sexuality is prohibited there is little perversions. The prescribed choice for the Waniyanpi, of course, is loftily abstinence, pretending no problems exist. The reason that Waniyanpi breeding takes place in a maize field, incidentally, seems to be that, in the medicine beliefs of the red savages, the example of their breeding is supposed to encourage the maize to flourish.
"What are the other reasons?" I asked.
"There are two," said Pumpkin, regarding the hooded women. "The first is that we thus hide their faces from the red savages, and thus reduce the probability of their being taken away from us."
"Their clothing," I said, "to a large extent, hides their figures."
"Yes," said Pumpkin, embarrassed.
"Frankly," I said, "I do not think they are in much danger. The red savages have their pick of many women, lovely, vital woman, many of them nude and collared, and trained, like she-kaiila, to service their pleasures. I do not think they would be likely to be much interested in Waniyanpi females." Such females, I adjudged, from seeing Radish, and the men, would be unpleasant and rigid, or, more likely, dismal, miserable slave market, even to give such women. It was interesting to speculate whether under a proper regimen of whipping, bonds and training something might be done with them. "What is the second reason?" I asked.
"We do not want them to see red-savage males," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"It makes it harder for them, sometimes, then," he said, "to be content, again, in the compounds. It makes it more difficult for them, sometimes, to continue to accept and practice the teaching, for them to adhere to the truths of Sameness."
Blood Brothers,page 157
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~~In most tribes, incidentally, a man who refuses to go on the warpath is put in women's clothes and given a woman's name. They must then live as a woman. Henceforth he is always referred to in the female gender. Needless to say, she is never permitted to mate. Sometimes she must even serve the members of a warrior society, as a captive female. Savages of Gor -46
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Norman was a product of his time. When the books were first being written their was a social revolution going on, women were demanding equal rights and the homosexuals were demanding that the police not harass them. For a strict social conservative like Norman appears to be, it may have been the end of the world. His creative answer was to create a world where "traditional" values of family still held sway. Where woman were second class citizens if not lower and homosexuals were a rare and quiet thing.
Today we know that homosexuality is not a choice but more a function of biology. Something that Norman did not know based on the science of his time. So I'm willing to forgive him if he makes it sound like a choice.
The wonderful thing about Gorean philosophy is that you can apply it to any relationship model. Male - male, Male to female or Female to female. Even Female to male is possible within this model.
Although the terms may change somewhat however you decide to define your relationship is up to you. The Gorean ethos of honor, natural order, intellectualism (more on that at a later date) and family do not change just because one or all of the people involved is gay.
One of the largest misconception of Gor is that it is just for straight people. Although their is evidence that suggests Norman did not approve of homosexulity - stating that such relationships were eventully unhappy ones in Imaginative Sex
Below is all the quotes that I know of where Norman either address homosexuality directly or implies it's existance. Interestingly enough, no scene exists in the books of forced homosexuality - which is interesting because I'm sure more than one Master has had two or more kajira "entertain" him in this matter.
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"Milo must have exhibited some interest in you, or seemed to exhibit some interest in you," I said, "if only during the period of your seduction, when you were being trapped."
"Yes," she said, "then."
"But after you were in the house as a slave, collared, scantily clad, utterly vulnerable?"
"No, Master," she said.
"He never asked for you to be brought to him?"
"No, Master."
"Why do you think that is?" I asked.
"I am insufficiently beautiful," she said.
"Did he call for other women?" I asked.
"I do not know, Master," she said.
"Did you not see names written on the call boards in the kitchen?"
"No," she said.
"Interesting," I said.
"One of the girls, another one of we three who had been trapped by Milo, claimed to have been with him, but it was proven that she had lied. She had been chained in the stable that night. The house master found out about it and she was whipped, before us all."
"As far as you know, then," I said, "none of the girls of the house were put with Milo."
"As far as I know, not," she said.
"But surely there would be no cause for secrecy about such a matter," I said.
"I would not think so," she said.
"Milo was important in the house," I said. "He is famous. He is of great value to Appanius."
"Certainly, Master," she said.
"It would make sense then," I said, "to suppose that a girl would be sent to him, at least once in a while."
"Perhaps, Master," she said.
"So much is done even for quarry slaves," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"But as far as you know this was never done?"
"Not as far as I know," she said.
"And if it had been done," I said, "it is my speculation that you would have heard of it, such gossip flowing quickly through the corridors of such a house."
"I suppose so," she said.
"If Milo had requested a girl, do you think he would have received one?"
"I would suppose so," she said, puzzled.
"Perhaps he did not request one," I said.
"Master?" she asked.
"Possible Milo does not find women attractive," I said. — Magicians of Gor, pages 313-314.
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"My Milo, my Milo!" wept Appanius, looking down at the much-beaten slave. "The most beautiful slave in Ar! My beloved slave! My beloved Milo!"
"He has betrayed you," said one of the retainers.
"How could you do it?" asked Appanius. "Have I not been good to you? Have I not been kind? Have you wanted for anything? Have I not given you everything?"
The slave kept his head down. I think he was sick, and I did not much blame him. He had taken a fearful beating. His back and shoulders were covered with welts. I did not think that anything had been broken. I wondered if he had ever been beaten before. Perhaps not. I myself have doubtless been responsible for a few of those blows, but then they had been appropriately administered. His behavior, after all, had contained errors.
"He is an ungrateful slave," said another of the retainers.
"Send him to the fields," said one of the retainers.
"Sell him," said another.
"Make him an example to others," said the first retainer.
"We can fine you a better, Appanius," said another.
"One even more beautiful," said one.
"And one with appropriate dispositions," said another.
"And he, too, if you wish, can be trained as an actor and performer," said another.
Marcus looked at me, puzzled. He did not really follow this conversation. I did not react to his look.
"What shall I do with him?" asked Appanius.
"Let all your slaves learn that they are your slaves," said one of the retainers.
"Speak clearly," said Appanius.
"Rid yourself of him," whispered the fellow.
"Yes," said another.
Appanius looked down at the chained slave.
I now had some understanding of the jealousy of the retainers for the slave. The slave had doubtless enjoyed too much power in the house, too much favor with the master. They were eager to bring him down.
"How?" asked Appanius.
"He has been unfaithful to you," said a retainer.
"He had made a fool of you, with a woman," said another.
This remark seemed to have its effect with Appanius.
"If this gets out, you will be a laughing stock in Ar," said another.
I doubted this. It is natural enough for a male slave to have an eye for female slaves, and it is not unusual for a female slave to occasionally, say, find herself taken advantage of by such a fellow.To be sure, it is much more dangerous for a male slave to accost a female slave than for a free man to do so. Unauthorized uses of female slaves are almost always by free men. They have little, or nothing, to fear, for the girls are only slaves. The masters, if they are concerned about such things, may put the girls in the iron belt, particularly if they are sending them on late errands, or into disreputable neighborhoods.
Appanius seemed to be becoming angry.
I looked at the slave. His hands were manacled closely behind his back. The chains on his ankles would hardly permit him to walk. The chain leash dangled to the floor, where it lay in a rough coil.
"So, Milo," said Appanius, "you would make of me a laughing stock?"
"No, Master," said the slave.
"One can well imagine him laughing about how he betrayed you with a woman," said one of the retainers.
"It will be the whip, and close chains for you, Milo!" said Appanius.
"No," said one of the retainers. "Let him serve as an example to all such slaves as he!"
"Yes!" said another retainer.
"Let it be the eels!" said another.
"Yes!" said the fourth.
"No!" screamed Lavinia. "No!" She leaped to her feet and ran to Milo, to kneel beside him, holding him, weeping. She turned to Appanius. "No, no, please!" she wept. "No! Please!"
I took her by the hair and threw her back, away from Milo, to the floor, where she scrambled to her knees and, tears in her eyes, frantic, regarded us.
Many estates, particularly country homes, have pools in which fish are kept. Some of these pools contain voracious eels, of various sorts, river eels, black eels, the spotted eel, and such, which are Gorean delicacies. Needless to say abound slave, cast into such a pool, will be eaten alive.
I looked closely at Appanius. He was white-faced. As I had suspected, he was not enthusiastic about this proposal.
"It must be the eels," said the first retainer.
"Nothing less will expunge the blot upon your honor," said another.
"What blot?" said Appanius, suddenly, lightly.
The retainers regarded him, speechless.
"What is it to my honor," asked Appanius, "if I have been betrayed by an ungrateful, worthless slave? It is scarcely worth noting."
"Appanius!" said the first retainer.
"Do you wish to buy a slave?" asked Appanius of me, as though lightly. But I saw that he was desperate in this matter. Indeed, I was touched. His problem was a difficult one. He wanted to save both his honor and the life of the slave. As outraged as he might be, as angry, as terribly hurt as he was, even as sensitive of his honor as I supposed he might be, he was trying to save the slave. I was startled by this. Indeed, it seemed he might care for him, truly. That development I had not anticipated. I had thought that things would have worked out much more simply. I had expected him to be outraged with Milo and be ready, in effect, to kill him, at which point I was prepared to intervene, with a princely offer. If he were rational, and the offer was attractive enough, as it could be, as I had a fortune in gold with me, I could obtain the slave. That is the way I had anticipated things would proceed. If Appanius would not sell Milo, then I could simply keep Appanius, and the others, with the exception of Milo, bound and gagged somewhere, say, in the pantry in the back, and use Milo, still the slave of Appanius, to achieve my objective in a slightly different fashion, one then merely involving two steps rather than one. If he would not sell Milo, certainly he would be willing to sell another, one who might, for a time at least, be too dangerous to acknowledge, too dangerous to free, too dangerous to keep. — Magicians of Gor, pages 426-428.
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~~Waniyanpi invented their ethos to dignify and ennoble their own weakness. It may be mentioned, that interestingly, since that there is, in the compounds, an unusual incidence of homosexuality, both of male and female varieties. This is perhaps a natural enough development considering the conditioned obstacles placed in the way of more usual relationships. It also fits in better with the values of Sameness. To be sure, officially the Waniyanpi disparage all sex, despite the relative countenance tacitly afforded by their ethos to the homosexual relationship. Where natural sexuality is prohibited there is little perversions. The prescribed choice for the Waniyanpi, of course, is loftily abstinence, pretending no problems exist. The reason that Waniyanpi breeding takes place in a maize field, incidentally, seems to be that, in the medicine beliefs of the red savages, the example of their breeding is supposed to encourage the maize to flourish.
"What are the other reasons?" I asked.
"There are two," said Pumpkin, regarding the hooded women. "The first is that we thus hide their faces from the red savages, and thus reduce the probability of their being taken away from us."
"Their clothing," I said, "to a large extent, hides their figures."
"Yes," said Pumpkin, embarrassed.
"Frankly," I said, "I do not think they are in much danger. The red savages have their pick of many women, lovely, vital woman, many of them nude and collared, and trained, like she-kaiila, to service their pleasures. I do not think they would be likely to be much interested in Waniyanpi females." Such females, I adjudged, from seeing Radish, and the men, would be unpleasant and rigid, or, more likely, dismal, miserable slave market, even to give such women. It was interesting to speculate whether under a proper regimen of whipping, bonds and training something might be done with them. "What is the second reason?" I asked.
"We do not want them to see red-savage males," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"It makes it harder for them, sometimes, then," he said, "to be content, again, in the compounds. It makes it more difficult for them, sometimes, to continue to accept and practice the teaching, for them to adhere to the truths of Sameness."
Blood Brothers,page 157
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~~In most tribes, incidentally, a man who refuses to go on the warpath is put in women's clothes and given a woman's name. They must then live as a woman. Henceforth he is always referred to in the female gender. Needless to say, she is never permitted to mate. Sometimes she must even serve the members of a warrior society, as a captive female. Savages of Gor -46
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