To the women who choose to roleplay in Gor, especially those who wish to do so as Free Women, you are welcome.
Being a Free Woman in Gor is a demanding role. It asks for restraint, discipline, and a willingness to place one’s Home Stone above personal preference. It is not meant to be easy or convenient. It is meant to be honorable. A Free Woman is a citizen first, shaped by her city and accountable to it. Pride in one’s Home Stone and community should run deep, not worn lightly or only when it is advantageous.
A Free Woman is defined not only by her freedoms, but by her boundaries. Those boundaries are what separate her from the kajira. Where a slave’s body is owned, displayed, and used at the will of another, a Free Woman’s body is her own and therefore guarded. Modesty is not submission. It is a declaration of status. The veil does not erase a woman. It distinguishes her.
In today’s SL-Gor, a contradiction has become increasingly common.
Many women who choose Free Woman roles, particularly within the higher castes, openly resent the veils and robes that come with those positions. They push to wear as little as possible while still expecting the respect owed to the role. Too often, that respect is demanded for the player rather than earned through the character. This tension erodes the meaning of caste and turns honor into costuming.
Veils and robes are not suggestions. They are not punishments. They are not aesthetic negotiations. They are requirements of station. They exist for a reason. There is dignity in being covered. There is pride in restraint. There is something deeply Gorean in knowing that one’s body is not public currency, that one’s appearance is reserved for family and household rather than the street.
It must also be said plainly that not every woman needs to be a Scribe or a Physician.
These are among the highest castes in Gor. They carry authority, responsibility, and strict expectations of conduct. Their modest dress is not symbolic. It is functional to the role. If the robes feel unbearable or the veil feels like an insult, the problem may not be Gor. It may be the caste you have chosen.
There is no shame in choosing a lower caste.
- Be a cloth worker or seamstress whose hands clothe the city.
- Be a potter, a weaver, a brewer, or a cook whose work sustains households.
- Be a merchant’s wife who manages accounts, trade contacts, and logistics.
- Be a midwife, a healer’s assistant, or a woman trusted with the care of children.
- Be a landholder’s daughter who oversees fields, animals, and stores.
- Be a slaver, trusted to manage property, including slaves, with discipline and restraint.
Each of these roles offers daily interaction, responsibility, and continuity. They create shared history, long memory, and relationships built through routine rather than spectacle. They are also where new roleplayers are most often taught, guided, and shaped. Training slaves, apprentices, and assistants is how a culture sustains itself. It is how Gor remains Gor.
These women form the backbone of a city. They are seen, known, and relied upon. Their worth is not measured by proximity to power or by how closely they mirror men. It is measured by what would be lost if they were gone. These roles often allow greater freedom of movement and expression while remaining fully Gorean in spirit and structure.
Gor does not ask women to chase authority or to compete with men on male terms. It asks women to be rooted, competent, and proud of the place they hold within their community. Power in Gor is not loud. It does not announce itself. It is steady, earned through trust, memory, and reliability.
Instead of asking what a role grants you, ask what it demands of you. Ask whether you can uphold it without resentment. Ask whether you can wear its symbols with pride rather than defiance.
Gor offers many paths. Choose one you can walk honestly. Choose one you can honor fully. That choice, made without apology or bitterness, is its own form of freedom.
Should any wish to speak with me directly on these matters, my door remains open. I am willing to listen, to discuss, and to engage in good faith with those who approach with sincerity.
By my hand,
Lady Hwa Blossom
Caste of Builders
Resident of the Isle of Teletus
