Friday, April 29, 2011

Random Growlings

Wherein our intrepid editor doth hold forth on all manner of things, in a short form, some few of which actually make sense.

Look, if you're Gorean because you dress up in a toga on weekends, have decorated your basement like a paga tavern and have some friends over once a year so that you can have fake sword fights and demand that some bored housewife actually sit at your feet and call you master; you're not.

Bear's Gorean Aphorism #6: If you do not own your life yourself, in toto, you can then never surrender it to another and become a Gorean slave.

Bear's Gorean Aphorism #7: You cannot begin to own the totality of yourself at age 18, 19 or 20.

Bear's Gorean Aphorism #8: No, you are not the exception to #7.

I have little to no interest in anything "BDSM", but since age seven I have been, and still remain, a proud Chicago Cubs fan. Does this make me a masochist?

In my case, I had lived Gorean and was in a Free Companionship for 11 years before I even had the thought to take a slave. I have seen some online "collar" a "slave" not even 11 minutes after their decision to try to live Gorean.

My mother named me Jeffrey, but for what amounts to my whole adult life, I have been known as Bear. I appended "ofAr" on the end of the nick when I first went online, to see if there were any other Gorean men or women online who would recognize the reference. Eventually, I found one who did. During that time, however, I was repeatedly asked if I were from Arkansas.

Those who would welcome new people who are interested in things Gorean with open arms; offering to "teach" or "mentor" or put them "under their protection" without first making completely sure that these people have a firm grasp of what they will be giving up and getting themselves into are doing them, and this community, a grievous disservice.

Hey! Mr. "Gorean"! If you cannot define what "honor" is so that it applies as a measurement equally to all, then just stop using the concept as a club to attempt to batter others.

Oh! And if you cannot determine the difference for yourself between "honor" and Gorean caste codes; then. just. stop.

Fantasy is a wonderful thing, but I wonder how many of those potential "slaves bellies" online would still "burn" for you if they could see you right now; sitting at the keyboard in your underwear, smoking a cigarette, drinking a beer and scratching your balls while belching a lot?

I have a pet cat. When she wants out, she cries and I let her out. When she's hungry, she complains and I feed her. When her litter box is full, she howls and I see that it gets cleaned. Just the other day it hit me: who owns who?

Now c'mon, you didn't actually think that I cleaned the litter boxes around here, did you?

As always, I can be reached at BearofAr50 @ (Leave out the spaces)


Friday, April 22, 2011

Bear's Bad Poetry Minute

What follows is a reprint of previous writings of mine that appeared in The Gorean Voice, which I co-created and served as editor for a few years. The webzine is long defunct, and the archives of the site are sadly incomplete, but it pleases me to present my thoughts then, to my audience here.

And at the end of my journey,
I stood and watched the sea,
"Come", whispered Thassa,
"Come sail away on me."

"For you I will be slave", she said.
"On me you will be free."
"Come", whispered Thassa,
Come sail away on me.

"I cannot", I answered softly,
"For I am not alone,
I have my land and holdings,
"From them I cannot roam".

And as the sea birds chattered,
and chased off to and fro,
I pondered all the reasons,
why it was I could not go.

While sweet Thassa murmured in my ears;
rolled up and kissed my feet,
I noticed behind, were missing,
my footsteps on the beach.

"You do not need to return", she said.
"You do not need the land."
"You do not need but what I can give,
come to me, and be my man."

"No," I answered softly,
"you do not understand."
"You could never be my slave,
And I, never, your man."

And at the end of my journey, 
I stand and watch the sea.
And lo, the mighty Thassa,
speaks, no more, to me.

Friday, April 15, 2011


What follows is one of a long series of essays which I published under the heading of The Bear Bitch Project.  These essays were available for public consumption from roughly early 1998 until 2004. While most of the topics in some manner concern "online Gor" (and my subsequent disillusionment in it) I am pleased to present these essays to my current audience both as a matter of topical interest and as a historical touch-point.

From me to you, enjoy.


Neither cast ye your pearls before swine. 
- Mathew 7:6

All men know the utility of useful things; but they do not know the utility of futility.
- Chuang-tzu 369-286 B.C.

Be Gorean or be gone! 
- Bear, 1996

The fatal futility of fact.
- Henry James The Spoils of Poynton

Everyone is not entitled to an opinion, everyone is entitled to an informed opinion.
- Harlan Ellison

I myself am more and more inclined to agree with Omar and Satchel Paige as I grow older; Don't try to rewrite what has writ, and don't ever look over your shoulder.
- Ogden Nash

Truth is the cry of all, but the game of the few.
- George Berkeley

Poor, dear God. Playing Idiot's Delight. The game that never means anything, and never ends.
- Robert Emmet Sherwood

Man, if you gotta ask you'll never know.
- Louis Armstrong

Friday, April 8, 2011

Say what you mean, mean what you say

(Preface 2011: We're in the home stretch now, folks. Hang on!)

(What follows is a reprint of a previous writing of mine that appeared in The Gorean Voice, which I co-created and served as editor for a few years or on my previous blog - The Bear Bitch Project. The webzine is long defunct, and the archives of the site are sadly incomplete, but it pleases me to present my thoughts then, to my audience here. As always, if you have a question or comment, use the e-mail link in my profile down there somewhere.)

"Say what you mean, and mean what you say."

A rather straightforward statement, indeed. I wonder what its originator meant?

It is obvious to anyone who has spent time on-line in general, or in "cyberGor" in particular, that the vast majority of people who areon-linee do not follow the above axiom. The widespread practice of pretending to be what you do not have the strength and courage to be has become the norm, and those who choose to speak out in defense of the philosophy are sure to be portrayed as "zealots" by those who do not want their duplicity and ambiguity exposed.

Frankly, I would rather be on the side of the "zealots", for at least they say what they mean, mean what they say and believe in and manifest what they claim to be.

Here are some gems, collected from my years on-line, from those girls who sought (or in many cases, did not seek but wanted to appear as having achieved) Gorean slave girl status. Read, chuckle and nod your head as you see things here that you have noted in your own interactions, but I ask you to think, as well, about that person who is playing role, pretending to be what they cannot be due to their own lack of a vital ingredient, and how sad that kind of life truly must be for them.

For they lack the courage to be even a zealot.

I wish you well.
When the subbie says: "I know I am going to be punished for saying this, but..."

What she means is: "I do not have the courage, strength or intelligence to actually be a Gorean slave girl. I find that when I have a point to make, it is more important to me to make that point in a manner that satisfies me than it is to make it in a manner that is pleasing to those free peoples that I wish to address. This is my failure, and since I have failed previously, I find that I can repeat it often, as Gorean men and women no longer expect much out of me."

When the subbie says: "girl believes that Master has stepped outside his role as Gorean in making this post, ergo, girl has not replied as a Gorean slave."

What she means is: "I am playing the role of a Gorean slave girl with the doms and subs around me. That is to say, I pretend on-line to be a Gorean slave girl, as the pretense is all I can really manage to accomplish. I know that I lack the courage, intelligence and fortitude to actually manifest this philosophy into my life, and I recognize that I do not have a strong owner who demands that I do nor can he ever take me there. Indeed, the truth of the matter is, that I own him, he does not own me, and I flaunt the manner in which I speak to actual Gorean men and women to demonstrate this. I do this in public before you, exposing his weakness and his lies about his being Gorean, because inside myself I hate him for being so weak and ineffectual. Since this can therefore only be a game to me, I must work to prove that it is so to everyone else as well, and I can call a "time out" when I wish to step outside the role I am playing and be myself; arrogant, sarcastic, scathing and displeasing. This would be fun, if I were not so angry, frustrated and frightened."

When the subbie says: "Yes master, but..."

What she means is: "Okay, you are right. But you frighten me, all Gorean men do. It is imperative that I maintain some room to maneuver, some grey area where I can stake out some space to wiggle and make room to be displeasing, if I so choose. For if I do not, I will find myself painted into a philosophical corner by my own words, one in which then will leave me no choice but to behave like an actual Gorean slave girl does. I know that I am not strong enough to manifest that dynamic in my life, let alone even pretend to act that way all the time, and besides, what fun is it really to be submissive to a man when HE wishes me to, rather than only when I wish to be so?

When the subbie says: "Yes Master" [smiles]

What she means is: "I have chosen not to be displeasing in this instance, I have chosen not to fail once more, simply because there is something further I want from you or this venue, and I realize that if I press a Gorean man or women beyond the point that they are amused by me, I will be excluded from their presence. It is that presence, despite the fear and frustration it causes me, that I crave, for while I can find a hundred men on-line who would beg me to take their collar and whom then I might own instead, my belly yearns for the very few menon-linee who are truly Gorean, who are strong and who actually live this philosophy in their lives. That is why I keep returning to their channels, their boards, their venues. I yearn for the day that one would see some value in me and would permit me to be the Gorean slave I wish to be in my heart. For now, I will bite my tongue, and perhaps he will notice me and find me pleasing. Then later, when he is mine, I can use my feminine wiles to work to change and mold him into something more comfortable to me. You see, I have done this with all the other men who have "owned" me, and I do this now with my "master" (whom I would release in a moment, if I could), so why would an actual Gorean man be different than these other men?"

And finally,

When a Gorean slave girl says: "Yes Master."

What she means is: "Yes, Master."

Friday, April 1, 2011

The Truth is out there

Tal and greetings,

One of the most interesting magazines that I regularly read happens to be THE SKEPTICAL INQUIRER, the publication of The Committee For The Scientific Investigation Of Claims Of The Paranormal ( Along with SKEPTIC magazine (a competing magazine), it is one of the most interesting publications that are aimed at scientifically examining claims of paranormality, weirdness and things that go bump in the night.

In the Jan/Feb 2001 issue, among articles exploring exorcism, the claims of chiropractors and herbal medicine proponents is the Psychic Vibrations column by Robert Sheaffer. This month Mr. Sheaffer writes about his trip to the Bay Area UFO Expo last August 26th and 27th.

Amongst the conspiracy theorists, self-professed channelers and what seems to be out and out crackpots, Mr. Sheaffer writes about something that caught my eye and might be interesting to those Goreans whose perception of reality may be skewed more to the "Art Bell" side of the galactic fence. ;0)

In his reaction to a lecture by David Jacobs, an "noted UFO abuctionist" speaking of his "abduction experience", he writes:

"The insectoid creatures, says Jacobs, are clearly in charge. Some people describe reptilians, although it is possible that this may be just another description of the praying mantis insectoid."

(insert cheap Sci-Fi music here)

It should be remembered that these people are as serious as they can be about such things, and apparently they are seeing giant praying mantises that are zooming around in space ships and these people are being abducted by them.

Sound familiar?

Look to the night skies, Goreans. The truth is out there.


With tongue firmly in his cheek,