By D. Scot Miller
The Cult of the Hermaphrodite -- our own Da Vinci Code
I loved Juliette Tang's piece on the cult of the hermaphrodite poster. One of the beautiful, sexy things about San Francisco is our collective psychosexual make-up. I'm turned on by the seemingly infinite ways our sexual selves can manifest, inhabit... twist?
On one of those few recent warm nights, I was walking down Polk Street and when ran across this same poster taped to a telephone pole. What drew my attention was the Scotch tape and white out. Each poster had been touched by a human hand. I live near Frontlyne Video (1428 Bush Street. "Speciality" movies. Large TS section. Stop by and say hi), so I stopped by to look at the book: "Cult of the Hermaphrodite Unveiled...is part 2(two) of Master R.J. Daniel's PATH of the ASTRONOMER/SCRIBE/PRIEST/WARRIOR from "A Private Think Tank" known as the "Almasi Scholars Research and Consulting Organization", who are "Observers and Trackers in trends in adult entertainment. economics, religion, politics, male-female-family and gender."
I must confess that I pulled what little sex clout I've garnered writing SFBG Sex SF blog, and the the counter guy was cool enough to let me sneak a peek. The truth was revealed to me in crude, meticulous drawings, collage, and Situationist-inspired type-text :
"Hermaphrodites, calling themselves SHE MALES/TRANSEXUALS, travel a NATION-WIDE CIRCUIT of LOVE-MAKING, where they are WORSHIPPED as GODESSES of EROTIC LOVE. LOVE PISTOLS on TOUR Fully LOADED"
Written more like an expose than a story (though it begs to be one), Master Daniel traces the still-influential Cult of the Hermaphrodite to the ancient Phoenician city-states and the sex-cults of King Solomon 6,000 years ago. The affluent male devotees of the cult, known as satyrs, wish to re-establish the erotic link between the god of cunning, swiftness, and commerce (Hermes) with the goddess of love, beauty and raw sexuality (Aphrodite). After his initial thesis, he backs it up with a complex cosmological and numerical system based on astrology, astronomy, pornography and folklore.
Cruising through the Polk district on another rare warm evening, with Diva's down the block and the TS sex-workers mingling on corners, stepping out of town cars, limos and taxis, even I could see the possibilities of a cult rife with sultry rites lurking in the catacombs. Could Master Daniel be right? Wouldn't it be fun to make him so?
I've seen Master Daniel, and have run across one of his business cards. Call me a freak if you need to, but I love stuff like this. My novel -- Knot Frum Hear (2010) -- is loosely based on an actual San Franciscan known as James Bond Zero who also printed his own business card. Though there is a 30 year difference, they could be working for the same company, William S. Burroughs CEO.
Master Daniel's book, which Frontlyne reports has been selling "pretty good," is copyrighted and with his written permission, I will post more of his actual text and images. Yes, I will be calling him. Is that another story or the same one? We'll see...