'You do not respect me,' she said' You do not want to be respected,' I said. 'You want to be cherished, treasured, handled, abused, mastered, owned, subdued, forced to serve and love. She was silent.
You Are Gorean
"Pssssstttt... yes, you ....come closer."
It tugs at some place deep inside you. So you watch. Who are these people? These Goreans. What is it about them that makes them somehow... different? The atmosphere is different. There is a calm... a sense of order not seen in other places. You leave thinking, "I wonder how they manage that?"
Again the Whisper comes..... "Liar."
You hear the whisper once more.... "Yes, now you are Gorean."