Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 16 | 1095 | His will, it View more quotes about seems">seems, is that she not be a woman before him, for that seems to frighten him, but something else. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 16 | 1092 | What was good for the male must be good for the female, and so on. |
| 16 | 1093 | Were they not the same, were they not identical? Was it not like the foolish, ignorant male who, finding his female lover suddenly, impulsively, on her knees before him, looking up lovingly, rendering him the homage and obeisance her nature yearns to give, sweatingly, embarrassedly hurries her, scolding, to her feet, admonishing her, in effect, to act more like a man. |
| 16 | 1094 | And so she, shamed, rises up, still trying to please him, despite his denial of her momentarily exposed depths. |
| 16 | 1095 | His will, it seems, is that she not be a woman before him, for that seems to frighten him, but something else. |
| 16 | 1096 | Is it a woman he wants, truly, or not a woman, really, but something else, perhaps a pseudo-male? So Ellen lay on the cement shelf. |
| 16 | 1097 | No, she thought, the thought charming her, I do not want to be free. |
| 16 | 1098 | Is that truly such a heresy, for a woman, or only a heresy for those who insist that women are to be like men, and for male impersonators, so to speak? I have been free, I know what it is like, and its values. |
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What was good for the male must be good for the female, and so on.
Were they not the same, were they not identical? Was it not like the foolish, ignorant male who, finding his female lover suddenly, impulsively, on her knees before him, looking up lovingly, rendering him the homage and obeisance her nature yearns to give, sweatingly, embarrassedly hurries her, scolding, to her feet, admonishing her, in effect, to act more like a man.
And so she, shamed, rises up, still trying to please him, despite his denial of her momentarily exposed depths.
His will, it seems, is that she not be a woman before him, for that seems to frighten him, but something else.
Is it a woman he wants, truly, or not a woman, really, but something else, perhaps a pseudo-male? So Ellen lay on the cement shelf.
No, she thought, the thought charming her, I do not want to be free.
Is that truly such a heresy, for a woman, or only a heresy for those who insist that women are to be like men, and for male impersonators, so to speak? I have been free, I know what it is like, and its values.
- (Prize of Gor)