Was Aleister Crowley really as bad as depicted?

Lillie

I'm a bad Lillie.

Spank me.
 

Debra

Because that would be unthinkable for a woman her age -- while totally accepted for a man, of course. :rolleyes:

I think you are jumping to conclusions, laura_b, in implying that Pet Jeffrey is making assumptions about the sexuality of older women.

I read his comment as a suggestion about Crowley's likely preferences rather than a judgment of Harris's sex drive or lack thereof.
 

Laura Borealis

Society makes those assumptions, about the sexuality of older women AND older men.
 

Debra

Society makes those assumptions, about the sexuality of older women AND older men.

Yes, this is true. But it's not society you scoffed at in your post. It was Pet Jeffrey.
 

Laura Borealis

I stand by what I said, including the scoffing. If he wants to defend his meaning, let him.
 

Lillie

Unless I'm much mistaken, Pet is a woman.
 

Laura Borealis

Really? I thought Pet was short for Peter.

I could be mistaken, too.
 

Grigori

Hi folks,

Can we return to the topic of the thread please, rather than commentary on the posters. I think everyone's arguments can stand on their own merits.

Many thanks!
:)
 

ravenest

Hi folks,

Can we return to the topic of the thread please, rather than commentary on the posters. I think everyone's arguments can stand on their own merits.

Many thanks!
:)

OOOps. Shoulda read this before I posted ... back to topic:
I dont think Crowley was a satanist ... but HE may have.
He did write this though;

HYMN TO SATAN

I adore Thee, King of Evil,
By the body Thou hast fashioned
In the likeness of a devil.
By its purity impassioned
I adore Thee, King of Evil!

I adore Thee, Lord of Malice,
By the soul that Thou hast moulded
Lovely as a lily-chalice
To the sombre sun unfolded.
I adore Thee, Lord of Malice!

By its thirst, the cruel craving
For things infinite, unheard-of,
Dreams devouring and depraving,
Songs no God may guess a word of,
Songs of crime and songs of craving

By the drear eyes of the devil
Bleak and sterile as they glitter
I adore Thee, King of Evil,
With these lips, as dry and bitter
As the drear eyes of the devil!

I adore Thee, I invoke Thee,
I abase myself before Thee,
By the spells that once awoke the
Lust of Chaos I adore Thee,
I adore Thee, I invoke Thee!

I think thats rather interesting.

I wrote a story about being an ancient Egyptian once .... but I'm not an ancient Egyptian (well, not now ;) ) and another about being a demon .... and I'm not one of them ...
hmmmm ........ maybe I just shot my theory in the foot ?