In the edit of the movie, a whirlwind of clips from their artistic career unfolds—a heterogeneous narrative spacing from the music scene, the aesthetics, to that relentless urge to stretch reality until it snaps. There are also intimate snapshots of their family—images of their daughters and the various homes that cradled their unconventional existence.
The extremities of their existence is depicted through the alternation of stories of domestic tranquility and controversial/violent outburst of a complex, seductive and controlling ego. The endless collision the two sides of their life seems like another Genesis’s exercise: separation between body and mind, public and private, pleasure and love, life and death, image and reality.
Then there are the frequentation with William S. Borroughs and Bryon Gysin, the inventor of the Dreamachine, which image opens and closes the film; the participation in Fluxus, the linguistic experiments, the net art, the acid tests and spiritual magic. Genesis P-Orridge lives the cult of these characters who during the 70s and 80s transform their way of thinking and living. A lifelong journey of manipulating reality and the unknown through music and practices—exploring different ways of perception to inch closer to a myriad of truths. As they say magic is the sum of my life, a life also described as an infinite flow of unpredictable events. Easy to believe.
But the encounter awaited all their life is the one with Cosmosis, transfer of positive energies between beings where separation ceases to exist. In the early years, this was embodied in Cosey and it resurfaced years later in the form of Lady Jaye. Together, they birthed the Pandrogyne, a celebration of fluid identity and unity that transcended conventional boundaries. The relationship with Lady Jaye is nothing but the maximum sublimation of the concept of love, of merging into a single identity, making body and soul inseparable. Reborn together in the form of Pandrogyne, the positive meaning of androgynous. This blending of energies was not merely a personal transformation; it was a cosmic event, a reminder that true connection defies the limits of the physical world. The story of this relationship is simple and pure, free from the expressive pressure of the years in which creation was demonstrative.
As the narrative draws to a close, it becomes clear that the ending is beautifully simple, unexpectedly romantic. Beyond the body modification and all the other mere external realities—what truly matters is the journey toward finding peace in love. A that journey reveals a deeper truth: even amid chaos and radical change, love remains the fundamental force that binds us. Everything is about love, and probably this is the only ordinary truth of it all.