Aleister Crowley Diary Entry

Thursday, 23 November 1933

 

 

Opus[1] 61. Still [menstruation]. Success—but I don’t feel I’m doing these right. I’m carried away altogether. We both went on screaming for at least 20 minutes after it was all over.

     

I had severe cramp at night

 

 

1—Crowley performs a magical sexual operation.

 

 

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