For its original adherents, Aristasianism was a self-contained esoteric outlook, with a practice of “living theatre”, ritual goddess-worship, and technological simplicity. For those who didn’t go home again, the immersiveness could be too much. One woman, “Sophia”, spent nearly a year as a “maid” in the house, where she was frequently beaten; in the end she escaped and later brought criminal charges against Guillermin for assault.
But by then things were already coming apart for the larger experiment. In 1992, not long after “Sophia” departed, so too did the Aristasians. Amid a dispute over property ownership, two of the previous Screamer owners broke into Atlantis House, where they found a dark, musty interior with almost no modern appliances or conveniences — and in a room upstairs, a row of tiny desks and a blackboard, complemented by willow canes leaning against the wall. According to reports at the time, the house was also strewn with antisemitic and sadomasochistic literature, along with correspondence between Guillermin and then-BNP leader, John Tyndall.
Even after this scandal-ridden dissolution of St Bride’s, though, “Aristasia” lived on: as reactionary as ever in its aesthetic, and increasingly BDSM-flavoured in its income streams. In 1993 Guillermin (now calling herself “Miss Partridge”) and Langridge cropped up again in Oxford, this time supporting an anti-metric campaign, hosting “Romantia” retro soirees, and offering discreet corporal punishment experiences. By this point, the more exoteric Aristasian mythology appears to have solidified: a kind of female-separatist high fantasy, with anti-technology retro styling and a side order of BDSM. In this world, Aristasia-in-Telluria is the corrupt, earthly imitation of the real world: Aristasia Pura, a parallel universe, world, existing on a different planet sometimes called “Herthe”. There are no men, and the two sexes are blondes and brunettes, respectively submissive and dominant.
Around the same period, the group founded Wildfire Publishing, which produced female-centric BDSM literature, including a title called The Female Disciplinary Manual, which is much what you’d expect. According to press reports of its 1995 launch, at that point there were several full-immersion Aristasian houses dotted around England, where members lived out the Aristasian reality including its practice of corporal punishment.
Certainly, at least one such establishment existed in 1996, when Channel 4 made a documentary about it. Guillermin, now styling herself “Miss Martindale”, features heavily, teaching lessons and disciplining “girls” for minor infractions. At Wildfire Publishing, meanwhile, fantasy, reality, and Perennialist theology found their most effective delivery mechanism yet: not video games, but fetish literature. The 1996 Children of the Void informs readers: “Morally and culturally, civilisation has ended, just as completely as it would physically have ended if it had been obliterated by atomic bombs.” Meanwhile the narrative mixes expositions of Aristasian feminine essentialism and slightly leaden dialogue with a hefty side-order of spanking porn.
It ought to surprise me that mashing up Right-wing reactionary occultism with Seventies radical feminism should produce mystical cosplay seasoned with BDSM. But somehow it doesn’t. Perhaps the extremism scholar Jeffrey Kaplan is right about the “cultic milieu”: that what matters for fringe ideologies isn’t their place on some imaginary political compass, but how far they are from the mainstream. But more than trying to place Aristasia politically, their enduring interest lies in the dedication they showed to testing just how far you can warp reality through force of play-acting.
“You can call it therapy,” Guillermin said in 2022 of the group’s “living theatre” practice, “or you can call it magic”. Was there really something occult going on? Or were they just kinky weirdos? Guillermin happily acknowledged in 2022 that Jack the Ripper, which despite its 18 certificate focused more on occult and Masonic subplots, was designed for “philosophical education”. And she repeatedly dismissed regular “kink” devotees as “silly monkeys”.
Whatever the original intent, though, the richness of Aristasian experiments in parallel realities collapsed with the ascendancy of the central, technological alternate reality that today structures nearly all of culture: the internet. By the end of the 2000s, Aristasia had largely lost its hold in “Telluria”, becoming an online-only fandom that finally imploded in a dispute over anime. Guillermin now resides in California, where she works as a therapist espousing the same “divine feminine” spirituality as ever.
But perhaps it didn’t fail. For Aristasia’s immersive practices — if not the aesthetic — are now almost as mainstream as the internet. The group was well ahead of the curve in realising the potential of computer gaming for those who dream of other worlds. And multiple reports suggest that Langridge was actually male, implying another type of personal interest in seeking to alter reality through performance.
More generally still, Aristasian “living theatre” anticipated cosplay. Internationally popular today, and usually viewed as a fun, it also attracts a minority who, like Guillermin, treat the hobby as a kind of consciousness-altering magic. Meanwhile, the notion that one can alter the world by “LARPing” — acting as if your version is already true — has become a crucial political concept in a world that appears increasingly unreal.
Meanwhile, Wildfire Publishing and the broader Aristasian fixation on power, hierarchy and corporal punishment has now become so normalised today that some even claim it’s reasonable to ditch a partner for not being kinky enough. And like cosplay, BDSM also attracts a minority who view it as something altogether more mind-altering.
So Aristasia succeeded beyond measure, in propagating previously mystical practices into mainstream culture. But it failed, just as signally, to have any effect on post-Sixties culture, except in pioneering the virtualisation of reactionary politics. For while the group’s actual links to the Right are ambiguous, the Aristasian route from efforts to do Traditionalism “IRL”, all the way to purely virtual fandom, reflects a broader contemporary tendency among the weird Right. Here, even as the liquefaction of “traditional” social forms seems ever more complete, nostalgic visions of bygone ages flourish: visions that, however, never seem to make it out of the digital realm.
What, then, is the lesson of Aristasia — whether for reactionaries, or anyone else? It is surely an ambivalent one: that the easiest dimension in which to create your own reality is the internet. But this comes at the price of being ever less able to realise your vision in real life. For that, you still need charismatic leadership, quasi-religious doctrine, real-world community, and a willingness to look silly in the eyes of the world. For those who embrace this more difficult path, though, the story of Aristasia offers a backhanded kind of hope: that if you roleplay hard enough, then even in apparent failure you end up shaping the future.
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SubscribeWalking through a city, I’ll see people (often young girls) dressed manga-style, living out their online alter-ego as a tiktok fan-magnet. As online becomes our waking-life, predominantly interacting with ethereal beings, reality gets warped to match the fantasy. Inner lives demand that outer lives respect our pronouns and treat our self-image as real.
In many ways, we all heading off into fantasy-led lives. Putting stuff up online to play as an intellectual, or political influencer, or grand entertainer, faking it with picture filters and photo angles to plasticise appearances.
If online was the same as real life, we’d be standing on a chair shouting at the sky, to the bewilderment of an old man and his dog. At least the pub-bore has the comfort of the pub when people stop listening. I’m not sure about online. What will they do when they find out bots are the only ones paying attention?
Fall into inchoate rage, dress up like the Joker, and blame society for their bad life choices, just like this cheerful band of frustrated misfits: https://twitter.com/CloydRivers/status/1370947816613367808?lang=en
Children have been dressing up as their favourite pop culture figures since time immemorial. I’m not sure it’s an issue unless the child is seriously deluded or mentally ill. My sister and her friends used to cosplay and now they’re all normal, well adjusted adults. We shouldn’t become so reactionary that we end up pearl clutching over harmless fun. But I see your point with regards to everything else you said.
Whatever Whatever…
Would not have read this piece if it were by absolutely anyone other than Ms. Harrington.
Same here. The conclusion seems like, after going to all that trouble researching it, she tries to convince herself it has some real significance. Does anyone beyond a very limited group of troubled women (plus possibly a very troubled male) agree?
Totally disagree – find this kind of cultural archeology totally fascinating. Strange as they may seem, these are our cultural forebears.
It’s not about whether you, as an individual, agree; my question was whether these things have the wider cultural significance MH wishes to ascribe to them.
And I think they do. I think that many aspects of our culture are sub currents from the past which have come to the surface. Aside from the larger amounts of money involved, the lifestyles and beliefs of many middle class modern women are decidedly “hippy”.
The term Bobo has been dropped over here (though not in France) for that fusion of bourgeois and bohemian currents.
I suspect not being able to relate to all this has to do with one’s age.
I have to agree with Morley. It’s fascinating to know what odd things other people get up to, and how serious they can be about it. There are echos of all of it swirling around us still today.
Mary’s unfortunately lost some of her verve since releasing her book I find.
Totally agree, me neither. But even so most of it was over my head.
I’m sorry but doesn’t the fact that the leader was actually a man undermine the whole ‘feminists created a male free environment’ premise of this piece? The author has buried the lead. This was a man who used the feminist ideas circulating at the time to create a sex cult where he was the only man and surrounded himself with women who beat each other and dressed like Victorian schoolgirls. He just brought his fetish to life. It has an interesting twist with the goddess, bdsm, victoriana, and low tech aspect but essentially it sounds the same as any other creepy dude who managed to create an ideological cult and play out his sexual fantasies.
I know – you’ve kind of got to admire him 🙂
Pretty much in a nutshell the way that the counter culture, hippies and other fringe groups have influenced so much of what now passes for mainstream culture: from yoga retreats, through hummus, to cod spirituality and woke morality.
God forbid people do yoga. Truly that’s the problem with society these days. Elephant harem pants, nature based spirituality, and yoga.
What a wonderful trip down memory lane.
I only saw this stuff from the fringes, and in milder form, but at one time it was everywhere. You still get a whiff of it in places like Glastonbury and Avebury where ageing narcissists still strut their goddess worshipping stuff. But it’s largely gone.
More on the secret, hidden history of our present culture please!
Goddess worship isn’t any more narcissistic than worshipping a male god.
Edit: lol, downvote me all you like, I’m right. Male isn’t the default no matter what you’ve all been psyopped into believing. The feminine is the other half of our Creator that’s been ignored for too long. Glad to see it rising again.
Reading this a memory popped up of some weird vaguely bdsm house in England on Channel 4 some time in the 90’s. Then I got to the bit about they did a Channel 4 documentary in 1996, so, yeah, I remember this. It was definitely for kinky girls who liked a bit of spanking with their lesbian cosplay (classic Channel 4 material of the period, really).
I’ve given it a couple of minutes thought, and I’m afraid I can’t come up with anything. I’ll drop by later to see if anyone else can help.
That we have massively underestimated the influence of the St Trinians movies on the feminist movement 🙂
I’m somewhat surprised that it fell apart given that it looks and sounds so eminently sensible.
What a bunch of pseuo-intellectual gobbley gook. Patricia Rice AKA Patricia Califia AKA Patrick Rice Califia was a leading BDSM promoter and porn writer in the early seventies, till presently, with a devoted following of lesbian acolytes. She wrote for gay male publications and
once carved a swastika on one of her girlfriends. Patricia/Patrick wrote about the joys of incest and had a son with her wife. She is now impersonating a male. She travelled around to various colleges like Penn State University giving workshops to promote her ideas and lifestyle to students and was very influential in the “sex positive” movement which spread male supremacist ideas and anti-feminist dogma.
39 years ago, not 50.
Why hasn’t CHAMPAGNE SOCIALIST commented on this? It’s just her sort of thing as I recall.
If only Iris Murdoch were still alive to put all this wonderful material into one of her novels. It reads like a very kinky version of “The Bell”.
They tried it first at Hebden Bridge? Well of course they did. But is it the lesbian capital of Britain because of this, or the other way about?
Beautifully written as always, fascinating, and full of insight into the messy things inside peoples heads, occasionally leaking out into the real world. Our dialogue with the subconscious is an enduring struggle of the human condition. Please give us more Mary, on any subject whatsoever that properly grabs you!
More prosaically, I went to a bizarre school called St Brides, founded originally by Anglican nuns – none of whom resembled their cuddly Call the Midwife counterparts. I now feel I should perhaps warn old girls to exercise a degree of caution in announcing their schooling…if they believe me.
As someone in the Goddess worship sphere who has known about this group for a while, it’s interesting seeing people act like the goddess and feminine-focused aspects of this are the problem and not the BDSM and the abuse.