5 People Who Started Religions Just to Get Laid

Cults are full of easy to brainwash weirdos, right? Actually, if you've ever joined a club because everyone else was doing it, or believed a conspiracy theory even for a moment, you're a candidate for cult membership. It's basically the same mechanisms at work. If they caught you at the right low point and offered a secret enough path to salvation, you'd be wearing a goofy ass robe right now. There's even a chance you'd be attached at the junk to a creepy weirdo who couldn't figure out a less shameless way to get laid. For instance ...

If you can't keep a girlfriend, you are not going to like the story of Goel Ratzon. After a decade of marriage to his devoted first wife, Ratzon decided to marry a second woman, somehow managing to keep his first wife in the process. After another 10 years, he found that there were still itches that two wives just couldn't scratch. So in 1991 he married another. At this point, Ratzon's pimping habit snowballed into what's known in the world of addiction as a full on bender.

He did not hide the wives from each other, like a self respecting bigamist. All the women lived together in a single apartment building. And yet, in under two decades, Goel "I'm the Jesus Pimp" Ratzon convinced 19 more women to marry him before screaming black jack and stopping at 21.

At that point, dehydration starts to become a major risk.

Ratzon's was not your run of the mill, just here for the free drinks type of harem. The women live together, competing at things like cooking and cleaning for Ratzon. The winners are the ones who get to have sex with him once in a while. He gained complete control of his wives "desires, thoughts, emotions and actions" by convincing the women that he had the power to heal and cast curses. This only makes sense when you remember that he looked like Dumbledore's hipster kid brother.

You would have sex with this man, apparently.

But how is Ratzon to know that the women, many of whom severed ties with previous families to come compete for his seed, are really devoted to him? Well, according to Time, "one wife had Ratzon's portrait tattooed on her upper left arm, his head surrounded by snakes with the legend 'Goel Ratzon, my love forever.'"

The shitty tattoo your ex-girlfriend got for you.

While Ratzon might not have convinced anyone outside his harem that he is God, he at least makes a compelling case that if God exists, He must be a total bastard.

The "Kaotians" are a sect of the Gorean society, which follows the ancient text of Gor. By Holy we of course mean science fiction and by ancient we mean the first book came out in 1967. Written by philosophy professor John Norman the Chronicles of Gor are about a planet where humans live in submission to a group of alien priests who kidnapped them from Earth. Despite boasting the sort of view on the universe that would get you banned from most creative writing classes, thousands of people have taken Norman's work seriously enough to create their own Gorean society.

You have to provide your own giant lizard carriage.

Most of the books are narrated by protagonist, Tarl Chabot, who is coincidentally also a professor, and also into the sort of weird S&M sex that John Norman outlined in his non-fiction sex guide Imaginative Sex. But don't let that description mislead you into thinking that these works are autobiographical. Six of the 27 novels are narrated by slave women, who rise up against their alien captors and fight for their freedom valiantly. Oh wait, no, they love that shit. Being slaves helps them discover their "natural place" as man's submissive helper. This idea of women as slaves carried over to the real world Gorean societies, and is probably the reason they exist at all.

How they view themselves VS Reality

Lee Thompson (pictured above lounging on his green barca lounger throne) was one of the leaders, and the guy everyone else in giant S&M cult probably agreed could stand to tone it down a notch. Often he could be seen around the quaint town of Teesside in jolly old England, walking his slaves with a dog leash. He came to the attention of the law when he started trading the services of his slaves for more hours to play WoW at the local Internet Cafe.

In case you're keeping score at home, being led around on a dog-leash was no match for The Chronicles of Gor's lowering effect on female standards, but getting pimped out for the equivalent of early 90s shovel-ware did the trick.

Officially the saddest thing you can have sex for.

Any guys feeling left out from the horror need only meet the high priestess of "The Church of The Most High Goddess", Mary Ellen Tracy. Working out of her Beverly Hills home she carried on the traditions of one of the oldest religions in the world, dating back to 3200 BC Egypt. It all started when her and her husband were "visited by god" and told that Mary was to sleep with thousands of men! Mary and her husband readily agreed since, you don't want to piss off God, right?

At their home, up to two thousand members of her church took part in rituals that render their sins "wiped out" in the eyes of God, and their penises wiped out in the eyes of their stamina. Rituals included paying to have sex with high priestess Mary Ellen Tracy, and ... well, that's about it actually.

Well, that was easy.

In Mary's words, "I've always been very willing to do what God required whether to be monogamous or to have sex with a few thousand men." The police eventually became involved when they found out about the whole "donation" to that church that was expected from men who boned their way to salvation. The Police seemed to have confused what Mary and her husband were doing with prostitution. Mary pointed out that the men weren't paying money to have sex with her, they were having sex then giving her money, at which point the cops said, "Oooh, our bad," and took her to jail.

They probably just needed a couple of gratis blowjobs.

OK, so maybe throwing an older woman a bone doesn't make up for all the horror the ladies have had to endure so far on this list. But we'll get close, fellas. Just wait ...