Final paper for my special reading course on Aleister Crowley. Enjoy!

GENDER APOCALYPSE NOW! TRANSCENDENTALISM, TRANSHUMANISM, & TRANSGENDERISM IN THE AEON OF HORUS

In 1964, artist/occultist Marjorie Cameron and filmmaker/occultist Kenneth Anger were cohabitating in Los Angeles, California. Marjorie Cameron was a bisexual female; Kenneth Anger was a gay male. The pair decided to embark on a new magical and artistic project: becoming each other. Cameron started taking testosterone, Kenneth got on estrogen, and despite their seemingly incompatible genders and sexualities, they began a sexual relationship. The experiment was short-lived and soon abandoned. Kenneth left for New York, leaving Cameron to mourn by wearing his leather pants, as if still trying to meld with him.[1]

Decades later, another pair of strange soulmates, musician/magician Genesis P. Orridge and dominatrix Lady Jaye, would attempt and complete the same project, using hormones and surgeries to become as nearly identical as possible. This endeavor was inspired by both their transcendent love for one another—their desire to become one being—and by their shared vision of new kinds of gender. “Some people feel they’re a woman trapped in a man’s body,” Genesis said. “We just feel trapped in a body. What we’re talking about is an idealized future where male and female become irrelevant.”[2]

What these two couples had in common was a post-Crowleyan approach to gender, sexuality, art, and occultism that has at its heart the veneration of the divine androgyne as the harbinger and archetype of a radical new era.

This paper will explore the signs of Crowley’s androgynous and cataclysmic Aeon of Horus. I write this more as an organic intellectual than as a traditional scholar, although the mask of the academic is one that I often wear well. This paper needs to be more personal and authentic. Here is a meditation on gender, transcendence, love, and apocalypse as manifest in occultism, science fiction, rock n’ roll, and society.

It is also a litany to my magickal ancestors and the gender outlaws whose lives and adventures inform mine. In Thelemic terms, one might call these saints, who poured out their life’s blood into the cup of Babalon, from which I drink to become myself.

This is the chronicle of the transhumanist and gender-transcending magickal current that Aleister Crowley unleashed on the earth. What started as a whisper, heard by only a few, has multiplied by its echoes to turn into a deafening roar.

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