|
Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Tuesday, 10 May 1921
Now I'll shave and make up my face like the lowest kind of whore and rub on perfume and go after Genesthai [C. F. Russell] like a drunken two-bit prick-pit in old New Orleans. He disgusts me sexually, and I him, as I suspect; the dirtier my deed, the dearer my darling will hold me; the grosser the act the greedier my arse to engulph him! It maddens me that I have always been so bashful and sheepish (or by reaction) absurdly overbold. But unless there is magnetism, it is impossible for me to unite with either woman or man.
|