posted June 24, 2013 11:46 AM            

if you still feel like it here's one more.

option #1

MC Cancer (as well as Ceres and Fortune)
MC opposite Jupiter
square Uranus, Mercury
sextile Venus

posted June 24, 2013 01:35 PM            

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Originally posted by MsPrism:
For virgolotus:

Oooh, you're another difficult one! Well with Sun, Jupiter and Mercury in your 10th, you might be a mishmash so give a read to the Sagittarius female I've already put up and I'll now type out Leo Female for your Sun in the 10th. Tell me if one or both or neither fit, please!! I'll be putting Gemini Female up soon!

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posted June 24, 2013 04:51 PM            

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Originally posted by Heartless:
thank you for your generosity. i'm enjoying reading this thread.

if you still feel like it here's one more.

option #1

MC Cancer (as well as Ceres and Fortune)
MC opposite Jupiter
square Uranus, Mercury
sextile Venus

thanks!

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posted June 24, 2013 04:53 PM            

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Originally posted by Doux Rêve:
Thank you very much, MsPrism.
Very nice of you

I can relate to the Capricorn description quite well.

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You're very welcome Doux!

posted June 24, 2013 04:56 PM            

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Originally posted by hannaramaa:
Wow! Like Lunae, I have Pisces MC (10th) and Neptune in the 7th. My moon is in the 11th though, but it's still trine Neptune! PLUS I have Mars in the 12th! My first boyfriend was gay, I fell in love with a gay man before that (best friend) and gay men are always attracted to me in some way or another! Everything about that was nearly spot on. Very impressive, Prism.

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Wow, how interesting!

posted June 24, 2013 06:01 PM            

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Originally posted by orocairion:
Any info is welcome, since I'm curious.
Male. Option 1
MC Sag with the Sun, Uranus and Venus in the 10th house. All of them in Sagittarius as well.

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For orocairion:

You difficult people you! With so many planets in the 10th, let me know which fits the best. I'll type out Libra Male first and the other two signs a bit later!

Check out the other Taurus Male description because with your Venus in the 10th, you could have either Taurean or Libran styles, tell me what you figure out!

Sign+Mind for Libra Male:

Libra, like the earth sign Taurus, is ruled by Venus. Here, in this air sign, however, the planet's signature aesthetic energy manifests on the astral, mental and social level rather than upon the physical, material one. Whereas Taurus is a fixed, feminine sign, therefore acting like a magnet for what are arguably subjective Venusian qualities of beauty, pleasure, unity and even love, on the sensible plane, Libra is a cardinal (active, initiatory) objective masculine sign, who thus projects himself, on the intellectual plane, as a purveyor of Venusian principles in the abstract - love, grace, beauty, art, balance, and harmony as thought-forms and shiny ideals. Taurus is the zodiac's Adonis, Venus-Aphrodite's love object, while Libra man is rather a masculinized version of the goddess under whose namesake planet he was born, the proverbial Venus as a boy. Superficially, he recalls Cupid, not only in his signature cherubic appearance but in the combined energy of Venus and Mars, the imp's mythical parents, love and war respectively, being incorporated into the male sign of Libra, who, kicking off the second half of the zodiac, personifies a big switcheroo from the basic astrological layout initiated in the first half. There, Aries is a masculine sign fittingly rule by warrior Mars (the objective Male Principle), followed by the feminine Taurus, aptly governed by Venus (the subjective Female Principle). On the flip side, the second half of the zodiac, and thus the Third Quadrant of Mind, Libra represents the objective-male Venus just as its following sign, Scorpio, portrays the subjective-female Mars, being traditionally ruled by that planet. It's rather simple math. Libra is the higher "octave" of Aries, it's so-called opposite sign, while not really being its opposite at all. On the contrary, both are cardinal signs with the similar mottos, the Arien "I am" and Libran "We are" ("I balance" also being the sign's creed); both Aries and Libra are trailblazers in spirit (fire) and ideas (air) respectively.

Cupid comparisons aside, the overriding mythical archetype from which Libra draws his exceptional character is Apollo. He is, first and foremost, the god of light, the most vivid portrayal of Libra's exclusive cardinal-air combination, the very depiction of etheric power. Metaphorically, too, light, as in the term enlightenment, is a symbol of reason. Apollo is the god of reason, as well as order. His own Venus-as-a-boy status is well documented by scholars: A rather late addition to the Greek pantheon, Apollo usurped much of what were previously Aphrodite's special provinces, including the service of the Muses - music, art, history, dance, astronomy, etc. - as well as previously female-deity domains such as healing and prophecy. As a personification of classic, indeed platonic Hellenic civilizations, the god symbolizes the imposition of patriarchal society on a previously matriarchal one. As such, Aphrodite was demoted to goddess of love and beauty once Apollo hit the scene. Apollo, as light, must be seen in contrast to Helios, the Sun god, just as Libra has a far different vision of the world than does the Leo man, who is ruled by the Sun and its more ancient archetype. The Sun and Leo typify the divine rule of kings, apparent in the Leo male personality. Libra, however, is associated with democracy, just one of the many astral-Venusian high ideals, which sees power being spread out evenly upon the citizenry, albeit in the original Athenian version, a strictly male populace. This is certainly the most striking interpretation of the Libran motto "we are," and the sign's concept of balance, in that power is shared evenly, via vote, amongst the people. Indeed, as history will have it, time and time again, reason is the universal power of the human mind that causes the overthrow of monarchial rule. Just as Libra is associated with dusk, graced as it is with cool, even light and the appearance of shining Venus, in contrast to the blaring high noon of August Leo, so does the sole divine power of Leo become diffused via Libra among the many. Fittingly, the ancient Hebrew equivalent of Apollo is Lucifer, meaning "light-bringer," who attempted to snatch the Sun god's power to distribute to mankind. Of course he was later demonized, in biblical tradition, as Satan, a character who not only represents Libra's dark side, just as Apollo had his own shadow self, Python, the god of the pit, often referred to as the inclusive Apollophython; but, as we'll see, it is the male sign of Scorpio who tends to embody much of this underworld character since, as astrologer Dane Rudhyar once noted, signs respond to the excesses of previous signs. And indeed, Scorpio in many ways personifies a backlash to Libra's notoriously idealized visions of life.

Most individuals, however, are charmed by the principled, artistic Libran view of existence, even though he typically comes on strong, like his patron Apollo, unapologetically presiding over circumstance with an inherent superior demeanor that is rarely ever despotic enough to justify any outfight attacks against him, even from the Leo and Scorpio men of the world. No matter how much of an imposer, if not a suspected imposter, he may appear, Libra is nonetheless a die-hard diplomatic envoy of democracy; still, even such civilized states require such a president as he. The sign of the Scales indeed represents the Apollonian Principle in the universe - that which is defined as "well-balanced, poised, ordered, or disciplined" - and its native sons embody such attributes. As the natural ruler of the 7th Astrological House, home to such concepts as harmony, equality, cooperation, and agreement, for the sign of Libra, order is, well, the first order of the day. Over and over, in myriad metaphysical contexts, the number seven is employed as the numerical equivalent of order in the universe: seven heavens, seven vices, seven virtues, seven chakras, even seven notes to a scale (or the Scales), divined from the music of the celestial spheres. Seven is Apollo's sacred number and he drove a chariot of seven swans. Light itself is made up of the seven colors of the spectrum. Little wonder that Libra man is the personification of en-light-ened qualities, particularly that well worn mental faculty of reason. He simply cannot abide the darker, more chaotic (read: subconscious) side of life. Not to mention his flying off the handle should a pipe spring a leak or someone throws a monkey wrench into his schedule. His focus is on such uber-conscious notions as can be divined or imposed upon the world for the purpose of advancing ideas. To his mind, anything else is just a self-absorbed wallowing.

So, the world of light - visible existence as well as enlightened ideology - is Libra's domain. Herein, he finds more than enough to occupy his time and energy, with little need for delving into the realm of the subconscious. he has a snap-out-of-it approach to other people's problems. Just as he tends to ignore his own darker feelings. However, being so oriented toward the lighter side of life, he may cast that much more of a shadow, repressing negative feelings that will, at some time, beg to be reckoned with. Meanwhile, Libra revels in the light-of-day world, arguably that of appearances, never feeling compelled to limit himself to anyone area of interest, particularly in the realms of the liberal or fine arts. As the personification of the Venusian-Apollonian principle, he is bound to immerse himself in the objective creation of beautiful things just as he vividly illustrates the exploration of exquisite ideas. As well, given the inheritance of his patron god's myriad artistic domains, he tends to be talented in a great many areas - the world talent stems from the Latin talentum, fittingly meaning "balance" - without necessarily specializing in any particular one. This laying claim to numerous disciplines often raises more than a few eyebrows, winning him the reputation for being a dabbler or a light-weight (pun intended). The medium through which he channels his talent is almost beside the point. To his mind, all is poetry - whether in writing, music, painting, dance, decorating or design. Lyricism is a Libran keynote, and through it he forever seeks to uplift the spirit. He can't help but radiate those planetary principles that he personifies - he brims with notions that add more beauty, harmony, balance, equality, and indeed love to human existence. (When John Lennon sang "all you need is love," he mightn't have realized how Libran he was being.) Love, in its most basic form of appreciation, is what Libra beams outward in every which way, appreciating each situation in a threefold manner: First, he assesses that which he encounters; second, he accentuates the positive, focusing on and drawing out what is inherently good in any circumstance; and in so doing, he, third, improves situations, leaving them far better than he found them. He mainly turns this ameliorative energy onto himself, sussing out what he may best offer the world, and intensifying such qualities - the 7th House rules, amongst other things, one's strongest personality traits.

As the seventh astrological sign, Libra ushers in the Third Quadrant of the zodiac, that which is concerned with the metaphysical level of the mind, and thus the perception of existence. The Libra male is sexually aligned with the masculine-element polarity of his sign - air, fire, are masculine, while water, earth, are feminine - and thus embodies the cardinal - air evolutionary thoughts he espouses. In a sense, Libra man is himself an idea: The Scales is the only inanimate symbol in the zodiac, all others being either human or animal. He is so much his ideals, those principles that define his character, that his strongest personality traits are typically all he'll show to the world. Unlike Aries with its "I am" motto signaling pure, physical being and the ego, Libra is focused on the cultivation of a character, both in the sense of a principled quality as well as in the development of an often eccentric persona, these two dynamics typically fused into one great, big personality. Some, like those Scorpios with their X-ray eyes, may feel that the Libra is put-on, phony, plastic, hiding behind his devised self to disallow others to glimpse the real him. To the zodiac's artist, however, there is no crime in self-creation. Indeed, Libra begs the question: are we not all, in one way or another, being of our own divining? Though in truth, many Libran men adopt fairly over-the-top alter egos, lending new meaning to the sign's secondary motto, "We are." A list of famous Scales guys, which includes Sting, Flea, Usher, Eminem, Jelly Roll Morton, Meat Loaf, John "Cougar" Mellencamp, Snoop Dogg, Buster Keaton, Groucho Marx, LeCorbusier, e.e. cummings, even John Lennon in declaring himself "The Walrus," reveals that the creation of an alias is a particularly Libran preoccupation. This fascination with characterization has also led many Librans to becoming playwrights, poets, and novelists - Arthur Miller, Oscar Wilde, Eugene O'Neill, Harold Pinter, Louis Aragon, T.S. Eliot, F. Scott Fitzgerald, William Faulkner, Gore Vidal, Truman Capote, Shel Silverstein were all born under the sign. Yet, despite a shiny outward disposition, most Libras hide a fiercely dark side, one that may eventually threaten to undo them. Viewing himself so subjectively, Libra systematically invents an image based on what he sees as his finest characteristics and polishes it to a shine. Venus' mirror-like glyph symbolizes the Libran's ability to look at himself, from this subjective perspective, as one would at a work of art, making any necessary changes to his person as he sees fit, accentuating the positive while obscuring any anti-Apollonian imbalances. He thus masks the pain of feeling deficient - for as much as the 7th House is that of striking personality traits, it also highlights that which one lacks. This selective perceptions of self is a source of much psychological suppression, and one that is deeply rooted in Libra's childhood rearing.

The Libra male child is typically born to bickering parents, or at least reared at a time in their lives when they are at odds. Because the cardinal-air child is precocious, often labeled a "mini-adult" - an early nod to his sign's association with the human ages 42-49 - he sees his parents, and everyone else, as his equals. Whereas many children cower when faced with parental conflict, the Libra boy wants to mediate, indeed ameliorate, the situation. He may sit his parents down, one on either side, and seek reconciliation. His attempts to harmonize usually work, at least on the surface, and from an early age, he begins to believe that all difficulties can easily be smoothed over. His family life may look rosy on the surface, but tensions are lurking disastrously underneath. Tension, endemic to walking any tightrope, emotional or otherwise, is what actually necessitates the Libra boy's acquisition of balance. Just as his female counterpart is typically a child of divorce, giving rise to her ability to easily cut people from her life to retain an equilibrium, the Libra male, whose parents usually stay together, rather learns to justify, rationalize, and strike balances within given circumstances and even within his own psyche. Focused on keeping the peace, he presents himself to his parents as a goody-goody who won't add to their strife, but will instead be a source of pride and appreciation, itself a two-way street. Putting on a mantle of the perfect child, he hopes, will make his parents happy and, thus, keep them together. In trying to appear the ideal child, he may become a fusspot if not an outright worrier. Afraid of underlying tension, he will stick close to home and become especially tied to his mother's apron strings, often panicked at leaving the nest as a kid for fear of not being on hand to mediate difficulties should they arise. he puts so much effort into "tap dancing," even at a tender kindergarten age, he may become aware of his own pretenses. he might be that child who'll haunt his parents with the perpetual question "Do you really love me?" as a combined result of their distracted natures and his own inkling that he isn't quite showing them, or anybody for that matter, his true self. In a modern retelling of medieval tales of the oaf, literally defined as a child-substitute or imposter placed in the stead of a real child abducted by elves, fairies, or witches, the boy robot David, in Steven Spielberg's film A.I., standing for one very Libran concept of artificial intelligence, is an epitomic male Scales-child model. Coming along in his parent's life at a time when their marriage is hanging by a thread, David - ironically meaning "beloved" - is programmed to be the perfect child and, as such, love his folks unconditionally. However, in so doing, he only ever seems to see parental love, devoid of selfishness, eluding him. Libra boy, like David, is wired to believe that he can make everything "right" for his loved ones. And, because the Scales guy's own parents do typically stick it out, at least for appearance's sake, he is conditioned to believe that this is a possible dynamic - Venus signifying eternal unity - for which to strive. Well into adulthood, he is notoriously unable to let go of situations, people, and obstacles in his life. With rose-colored glasses firmly in place, he feels there's nothing in life that can't be "worked out." All one needs, he's convinced, is love.

By virtue of his planetary rule, Libra is attracted to feminine beauty from a young age, generally preferring the friendship of girls while avoiding the more rough-and-tumble world of male-bonding rituals, which strike his Apollonian sensibilities as disorderly and crude. With puberty, however, everything switches: Female friends give in to their burgeoning hormones and focus on the more physically overt males in their midst, often leaving the notoriously androgynous Libra suddenly out in the cold. Shunned, even ridiculed by other males who may label his artistic tendencies as mere artifice, part and parcel of his not being a real-functioning boy, effete if not effeminate, as well as, now, being all but ignored by the girls who once fueled his existence, the Libra finds himself at odds. As the masculine reinterpretation of his uber-feminine planetary namesake Venus, the artsy Apollonian male feels caught in the balance in a world divided strictly along gender lines. He will try to find his niche, searching himself for those infamous strong personality traits, anything outstanding that might win him recognition and, thus, a place in the social pantheon. For although he may be concentrated on cultivating so distinct an individual character, he fears and hopes to avoid being relegated to nether regions of peer oblivion. Talents become his focus, and he means to make a mark with any accomplishments he might display.

posted June 24, 2013 06:47 PM            

Emotionally, Aquarius woman tends to travel light. She abhors belabored friendships or overly dependent love bonds. From an early age, she prefers a steady someone with whom she can share life experience. Still, despite what might be considered evidence to the contrary, she isn't in the least sappy or clingy, being happy to be attached at the hip when together, but also pleased as punch to have solo time. The point is, it's all the same to her. She will generally have one close female friend as well, a lifelong chum; but, otherwise, everyone is simply a convivial acquaintance. She will belong to many 11th House groups and organizations, just the sort of dispassionate interaction she most welcomes. Socially however, Aquarius will never be part of some large pack—she can't abide complicated, interwoven dynamics. And she especially cannot stomach conflict. Unfortunately, in an ongoing attempt to never make waves, the Waterbearer may sublimate her needs. Especially in relationships with an overbearing partner (to which she's oft ironically drawn), or at times when a less imperious guy is in railroading mode, she'll sooner fold herself into the mandate of her man. Aquarius can go along for the ride so completely in relationships that other women, in particular, might label her a patsy.

But all is not what it seems: Consciously or not, Aquarius will play compliant as a sort of compounding bargaining chip: If and when she decides to call it quits, all the evidence of having tried to make the relationship work will be stacked in her favor. As the zodiac's cheerleader, she is always her partner's biggest fan—if things go south, then she is forever blameless. The 11th House is that of impersonal relationships, the impact of which her intimates will realize if she feels a bond is finished. That she doesn't fight won't mean it's all just water off a duck's back. She still keeps score. And one day, when she feels pushed too far, that last straw will break the camel's back and all her partner will see is the back of her head getting smaller and smaller as she makes a clean break. She'll never look back—Uranus isn't the planet of sudden change for nothing. And woe be to any man forced to hash out legalities with the blameless, put-upon Aquarius. For him, we have just two words: Mia Farrow. In a sense, one might look upon the utter complicity of the Aquarius personality as fairly insidious. In hind sight, a guy might prefer her to have piped up about her problems instead of smiling through a long list of resentments that she may later use as leverage for leaving, let alone taking him to the cleaner's, So absolutely final is the Aquarius's departure, it may feel as if the entire relationship was just a mirage, like that proverbial rainbow fast fading into the ether.

It's important to consider why it is Aquarius falls for some fairly megalomaniacal men in the first place. The simple answer is that, no matter what the particular dynamic of her parents' marriage, Aquarius feels cut off from her father, with whom she invariably connects on a soul-mate level. They really are cut from the same cloth, but he only becomes more and more unreachable a figure as time goes on. Thus, her model of the perfect man is someone naturally distant and independent, but also, ironically, on her same wavelength, a nod to both the wavy Aquarian symbol and the fixed-air status of her sign, which might be interpreted as a certain, solid frequency. Since childhood, she has been shopping for boyfriends in the "irregulars" section, in search of an extraordinary mate. She seeks a rugged individualist—a revolutionary, an eclectic, a maverick if not a heretic—someone, like Ayn Rand's character Howard Roark (we won't even get into The Fountainhead's significance to the Waterbearer), who has soaring aspirations as the common man, devoid of privilege or collectivist crutches, self-divining his own destiny. A man with singularity of mind, those all-important big fixed ideas, is whom our own rosy radical finds most riveting. However, what she might often end up attracting or, more accurately,falling for is a guy who is just deluded enough to fancy himself some great genius without having the right stuff to substantiate such a claim. Either way she'll label the lug "misunderstood," except of course by her—employing her astute Aquarian wavelength, not to mention her sign's "I know" mantra. She feels all her potential would-be prodigy needs is encouragement, hope, and the courage of his convictions, exactly the kind of support our cheerleader is prepared to deliver. But, here's the rub: Because she is so acquiescent a character, she actually brings out the raja in most guys who wouldn't otherwise be so domineering—it's a matter of self-fulfilling prophecy that she ends up with, or thus creates, somewhat of a monster. It's yet another symptom of her sign's association with freakiness and mutation—whereas Aquarian guy can be a real Frankenstein, Aquarius woman often ends up being the bride of the good doctor's creation. Like Hebe marrying Heracles, there is often a sense of her wedding a mate of lower status. The perfect Aquarius female archetype in literature is Stella (star, "a fixed bit of ethereal firmament") in Tennessee Williams's A Streetcar Named Desire.The classic image of this character is of her making a descent, like the archetypal goddesses associated with the sign, to the bellowing demands of her husband, Stanley, an unruly "beast" who is nonetheless able to see through life's illusions. And what Stella and indeed every Aquarius woman wants to feel is mighty real. As the zodiac's vision of loveliness, this far-out sign inherently feels all too etheric at times and, like her goddess archetypes, thus has an overriding urge to play "on the ground." Sex is one particular endeavor that gives the Aquarian the sense of having feet firmly planted on terra firma. Williams makes it clear that this is what keeps Stella wedded to Stanley, their abandoned erotic experience being described as getting "them colored lights going"—like a rainbow, Stella apparently comes in colors.

In this literary reference, we see most poignantly the Waterbearer's tendency to become involved with men who employ a sort of mind control over them, yet one more symptom of fixed-air (read: stuck thought). Aquarius virtually asks for it—she is ever in search of some guru of a man to whom she can conceptually attach to and model herself after. Indeed, behind most successful Aquarian woman there stands a man whom they, in some sense, mimic. When it works, it's the perfect meeting of the minds, indeed the quintessential spiritual marriage. But sometimes Aquarius finds she's in a cult of two from which it is difficult to extricate herself. It's no easy task to backtrack after being the consummate cheerleader to a man, his greatest fan, especially when she's ended up fueling the fanaticism surrounding his most prodigal, if not prodigious, notions. She may have a series of serious long-term relationships in which this dynamic continues to emerge, only to use her infamous "get-out-of-relationship-hell free card" as previously described. When you consider the effect her constant forgiveness, if not doormat status, has on the Stanley Kowalskis of the world (whom she can reduce to bellowing babies should she threaten to take a powder), we gain insight into why the Waterbearer quits her bonds so abruptly. She has to. Having been such a salve/slave to a man, she must tear herself away fast, like ripping off a Band-Aid.

Aquarian woman is grace personified. She is endlessly forgiving, mercifully understanding of a person's faults and foibles, able to see past such problems to the unadulterated good in others, particularly a partner. The problem is, most men waste her grace, taking her kind and adoring mien for granted, forcing her sooner or later to hop that first streetcar out of town. But just when one is ready to write off Aquarius woman as the emotional punching bag of the zodiac, there comes a realization: Despite being continually disappointed by the men in her life, she won't cease and desist from that signature modus of giving selflessly to relationships. Rarely jaded, the Waterbearer loses not one drop of hope in that seemingly bottomless loving cup she carries, willing to pour herself fully into the arms of yet another man. Of course, in time, she does develop an ability to discriminate, learning not to cast her pearls before swine. Et voilà: Because she never compromises her utterly ungrudging, indeed altruistic, vision of love, she will ultimately happen upon a man who will appreciate all the joyful affection she is ready to gush, without taking her own (often tremendous) needs lightly. She is programmed to give, mainly in the form of lending her infamous compassion—this is what she is astrologically designed to do. And in finding a man on whom she can spew forth her feelings without having them trampled underfoot, Aquarius experiences rapture. Sometimes it so happens that a former flame will have learned his lesson about the Waterbearer's goodness, seeking suddenly to woo her back. ("Starting Over," John Lennon's ode to rekindling his turbulent romance with Yoko Ono, springs to mind.) Uranus's energy is eccentric and unpredictable—stranger things have been known to happen than Aquarius giving love a second chance with someone whom she left in the dust or, alternatively, deserted her. If anybody could forgive the past, it's the zodiac's Stella, who, even when slapped in the face by love, can turn the other cheek.

When it comes to relationships, Aquarius asks for little. She is a low-maintenance mate whose idea of the perfect evening would sooner entail pizza and beer than caviar and champagne. And, despite the hippy association with her sign, a specious one in fact, she's rarely some granola-crunching health nut. In fact, she often doesn't take as much care of her physical well-being as she should, and she's similarly lackadaisical with her environment. Of all the woman in the zodiac, Aquarius is, shall we say, the most casual about her digs. She's overly relaxed when it comes to housecleaning and general upkeep, the hands-down Appalachian of the zodiac who, even if she were in a Beverly Hills mansion, would give the Clampetts' homespun lifestyle a run for its money. A lack of anal retentiveness comes to define her: She's never the lady of the house picking up after a man and his buddies, who will invariably come to invade her home as it will always be that much more laid-back than any other, if not the proverbial poker-party pad. Rather, she's right there with them, feet up on the furniture, making crumbs and not using coasters. It is a startling symptom of the Aquarian's lack of concern for materialism, but it often elicits the same response as that of Stella's sister Blanche visiting the Kowalskis for the first time. The Waterbearer's surroundings are typically a visual collage, rather than an orderly catalog, of the goings-on in her life. There will be effects from the endless string of her notorious hobbies, which often include crafty home arts. The curtains and bedspreads, like many of her clothes, may be direct from her sewing machine. There will be tons of requisite knickknacks and memorabilia, minimalism not being her default aesthetic disposition. She likes the lived-in look, and nowhere in her house will that be more in evidence than in the bedroom, where both in decor and in sexual philosophy, as a rule, the Waterbearer isn't above making a bit of a mess.

Formality is not an Aquarian watchword. She abhors anything stuffy or puritanical; in fact, many an Aquarius is a connoisseur of kitsch, Americana, if not the finer points of white-trash living. She's turned on by men who are rough around the edges, if not altogether red in the neck, at least in spirit. Sex should never be a laminated, sanitized affair, but rather a releasing of all inhibitions. Her attitude is laissez-faire—the Aquarian is never the demanding, domineering, emasculating type, au contraire—as she gives her man much in the way of space, not wanting, as many women do, to be involved in the lion's share of his experiences. The 11th Astrological House, after all, is one of nonpersonal and nonemotional relationships.(Let's just say, it takes a lot to make the Aquarius cry.) And that element of detachment from her mate ironically helps to ensure that their sex life remains alive and kicking. For the zodiac's renewal goddess, there should be a sense that sex forever "feels like the first time." For this Uranus-ruled sign, serendipity and surprise will always be important elements for keeping the erotic experience new and exciting. Not knowing everything about her partner's life, allowing for that whiff of mystery, keeps the Aquarian guessing—she comes to expect the unexpected. It's the same with sexual behavior itself. Spontaneity is arousing to the Waterbearer, whose fantasies often involve being "taken" abruptly by a man. She doesn't relish or require long-drawn-out touchy-feely sessions and romantic gazings into one another's eyes. She'd sooner get off on being jumped by her mate from behind while she was absentmindedly washing the dishes. Real, sudden human urges are what she's all about; not playing footsie for hours at a restaurant as a precursor to foreplay—that's too drawn out and, frankly, frustrating. It is the bestial side of men that attracts her most. She turns to jelly for rugged, blue-collar types. If any woman were to take an anonymous, impromptu plunge with the plumber, it would be our impulsive Aquarian, who, ironically, given her sunny, wholesome, somewhat nerdy disposition, might be the last female on the astrological wheel one would expect to do so.

Considering that Aquarian's ultimate "type" is a sort of prodigy from the proverbial wrong side of the tracks, a biker-scientist, redneck-guru, mechanic-philosopher, janitorial genius, we see in this affinity for unusual hybrid species of guys not only evidence of her sign's association with mutative energy, but also its correlation to the experience of the "divine" mind being made manifest in the common man. This is the kind of fellow who is both literally and figuratively going places; i.e., he is the man of the future, the self-possessed and empowered individual who, like the hero Hercules, lays waste to notions of social barriers based on some specious class system. In the Uranus-ruled future, that mythic Aquarian Age wrought with social consciousness, "harmony and understanding," where blanket 11th House egalitarianism is the order of the day, there would be no division between construction worker and wine connoisseur. Aquarius seeks to latch on to this man of the future, now. Besides, she simply goes bonkers for a brainiac with the body of a sexy beast.

It takes this certain breed of man to get those colored lights in the ceiling spinning. She likes big lugs, those who look as if they can manhandle her with just the right amount of roughness. Sex doesn't need to be meaningful—it is what it is—rather, it's about pure physical pleasure. Aquarius woman is not a sensualist, she's a sexualist, and she appreciates a man who won't, pardon the pun, beat around the bush. She wants all her buttons pressed, preferably all at once, with the least amount of ceremony possible. As a sexual persona, too, she is unplugged, any nods to her infamous appreciation for battery-operated devices notwithstanding. Indeed, more than any other female, the Aquarian will boast a so-called goody drawer filled with colorful plastic cylindrical objects, vividly flavored contraceptives, tickling devices, and the like. Sex is all fun and games for her, and toys tend to work their way into the proceedings between her and a lover. Still, unlike the male of the sign, she is surprisingly unkinky, given her sign's association with deviant energy. However, she has zero hang-ups nor any trace of religious or moral guilt surrounding sex. Her body isn't so much a temple as it is a fun house, and she is especially comfortable with artificial stimulation as either enhancement to sex with a partner or as a happy, solo substitute for human contact. She is a nitty-gritty character in the bedroom, and though she doesn't much go in for role-playing per se, the Waterbearer's overriding sexual character is along variations on the theme of righteous mama. Sometimes, she really embraces that biker-chick personality full stop, getting off on being a kind of "hogs 'n' heifers" poster girl as might appeal to the gear-head guys she generally goes for. Her boudoir wardrobe is thus rarely top-of-the-line lingerie material—she's far more Frederick's of Hollywood than Agent Provocateur, or even Victoria's Secret for that matter. It's amazing how garish a girl can be with so little fabric per square inch of flesh, but she doesn't want to know from anything more glamorous than neon nylon. It's not that the Aquarius necessarily burns with desire to sexually please her man; but she does want to look the part of the sexy ***** that does. She and her mate may document their bedroom shenanigans, whether with still photos or videos in which Aquarius stars as the moxie vixen. It floats her boat to be dolled up in synthetic costuming as the zodiac's cosmic **** . It's part sex, part conceptual art. But when it comes down to actual activity, she's fairly straightforward in her desires—let's just say she likes to ride a mean fast hog, or be rigorously driven by one. Otherwise, she will do whatever pleases her man, but she may somewhat shut herself down in the process, performing oral sex but not especially delighting in it. Anal sex is usually off-limits for Aquarius woman, who prefers to keep what might be considered invasive activity to a bare minimum.

Astrology is forever labeling the Aquarian the orgy queen since the 11th House is associated with groups, but it's a specious conclusion. If the Waterbearer were allowed to attend such a gathering with the understanding she wouldn't have to do anything, or anybody, she'd probably show up out of her trademark dispassionate curiosity. But her interest in multiple partners tends to end there. And much to the chagrin of a male partner who'd like to see his righteous Aquarius mama get it off with another game girl, she is not generally bisexually inclined. Ironically, for this open-minded creature, when it comes to sex, there is little to no gray area.
As such, one would be hard-pressed to find a more empowered individual in the zodiac than the gay-identified Aquarian woman. She is such a beacon of confidence and self-esteem that, without inviting it, other gay women tend to rally around her and hold her up as a mentor, even during her tender years. The gay Waterbearer may come out early, finding peer groups and support systems where she can be with like minds. Not exactly comfortable cast in the role of chairperson of the sapphic-love committee, however, she is not inclined to politicize her lesbianism. As society as a whole evolves, whether or not a person is gay holds less and less importance; as a nod to the future-oriented planetary rule of Uranus, that which signals large-scale social change, Aquarius lives her life as if already in an advanced civilization, a world where sexual preference doesn't even warrant discussion. And so, with little effort or personal agenda, Aquarius possesses a sort of pied piper appeal to other gay people, lesbians in particular, who wish to emulate her liberated, carefree attitude. To the Aquarian, however, her own vision of life as a gay person matters on no other level than her own.

Gay Aquarius woman tends to be a good deal more romantic than her straight counterpart. As a rule, she is a dominant figure in relationships, often eschewing feminine trappings and fashions for a more androgynous, if not outright masculine, look to match her usual hoydenish mind-set. It's not that she's decidedly butch—indeed, the Aquarian doesn't subscribe to extreme posturings in personality, which she believes to be more a backlash symptom of sociosexual pressure—it's more a matter of expressing her natural condition: not so much a latent masculinity as much as a perpetual, childlike tomboyishness. But Aquarius rarely comes across as some sort of drag king; rather, she is a sporty, wholesome-looking individual with a glint of mischief in her eye, a decidedly indecorous demeanor that suggests she might at any moment impetuously run outside and build herself a tree house. This is the gay Waterbearer girl's particular brand of Aquarian eccentricity; and she seems the most liberated of all individuals born under this extraordinary sign. Her company is infectious: As with all fixed signs, an element of magnetism is associated with her personality, but the gay Aquarian woman is that much more compelling. She will have a close circle of intimates whose friendship she'll retain over a lifetime, her choice in cronies never being contingent on sexual orientation. Her best friend is often a man with whom she'll pal around in the most convivial manner—good, clean fun is Aquarius's social mantra.

Like some callow youth for whom love is a new occurrence, gay Aquarius woman is completely transfixed by the object of her pure, unadulterated affection. Oblivious to boundaries or, in this case, fences, she tends to be attracted to women with teeter-tottering sexual identities and vice versa. Like straight women of the sign, the gay Waterbearer also entices more than her fair share of opportunists who will take advantage of her wide-eyed, innocent outlook on love. As it happens, she is naturally gallant and protective of a lover, often indulging her with gifts and spoiling her with surprise evenings out and romantic trips. Less savory types might hang on for such perks, while brattily expecting more and more until nothing the Aquarian does ever seems to be enough. Unlike her straight counterpart, however, she doesn't go through a steady series of relationships (or serial-marry, for that matter). Instead, she'd sooner remain single than have her heart broken more than once, or maybe twice. When Aquarius commits to a steady relationship, she expects it to last for life; and so when it doesn't work out, it's typically not for lack of trying on her part. She is often so devastated by breakups it takes ages for her to heal.

In a nod to her planet's association with the unexpected, love usually finds the gay Aquarian girl when she is least looking for it. Her ideal partner will be a rather retiring but often doting character who appreciates the Waterbearer, foremost, for her outsized intelligence and, next, for her signature absurdist sense of humor. Indeed, one reason people circle around the Aquarian is because she's so damn funny. She may also come across as quite intellectual, even though her appearance often suggests Dennis the Menace more than Gertrude Stein. A good match for the Waterbearer is a like-minded lady who is nonetheless demure and naturally deferential. In general, an element of accident instigates their meeting—anything from a harmless fender bender to a chance introduction via a mutual friend—and before she realizes what's happening, Aquarius is chattering away in her inimitable style while the lovesick lady hangs on her every word. A shared cerebral interest is what unites Aquarius with her lover, a mental fixation that they might discover is better tackled as a twosome.

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Originally posted by StarlightSmileSupreme:
MC at 9 degrees Cancer with Venus in the tenth house, Leo.

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With Venus in the 10th you would be either Taurus or Libra (following the pattern.) Keep me posted please!

Sex + Sexuality for Libra Female:

Whereas other women might give their eyeteeth to be prized by the male population, the Scales woman feels a need to fight against such adulation. Unlike her so-called opposite sign of Aries—a woman who typically eschews overt feminine trappings so she might be treated the same as a man—Libra enjoys femmey Venusian-ruled accoutrements, but she sees no reason why that should stereotype her into some second-sex position in society. She embraces her gender-based differences, but doesn't feel they should preclude her from being considered absolutely equal. It burns her that, because she is prettier or more delicately wrought than a man, she is hard-pressed to find recognition for her mind and, in particular, her all-important principles.

Being born under the only inanimate sign of the zodiac is a phenomenon that cannot be overstated if one is to understand Libra woman's personality—or if she is to fully come to grips with herself For men of the sign, being the inanimate Scales gives rise to the need for a strong concept of self—he feels innately unreal or unnatural, his "issues" surrounding superficiality, artificiality, and plasticity in his notoriously indecisive character. For the Libra female, however, for whom certitude is rarely, if ever, a problem, the inanimate quality of her sign doesn't point to any sense of unreality in her notion of self, but rather an unerring desire to emblazon the world with her high-concept principles. You might say that Libra man is an idea while Libra woman stands for ideals. She is emblematic, a living symbol for what is good and right, a poster child for absolute moral guidelines—laws—that must be established to ensure social order and equality. She is the most noble-minded of all females in the zodiac, and yet her pleasing, comely appearance often belies the seriousness of her activism. Like her Libra brother, she can be viewed superficially, although for her it is in a most flattering (albeit, to her mind, fatuous) light.

One negative consequence of Libra's ethereal countenance may be that she is misunderstood as pretty but perfunctory—a knee-jerk reaction that suggests she lacks the passion, if not the courage, of her convictions. Especially in a society ruled by good old boys, Libra struggles against being considered nothing more than ideological window dressing. Like Catherine Deneuve or Bridget Bardot, for instance, both of whom lent their likenesses to be cast in a bust of Marianne, the female embodiment of the French republic and its idealistic credo—Liberté! Égalité! Fraternité—Libra woman often becomes the face of beautiful principles, eclipsing whatever personal axes she might have to grind. Gwyneth Paltrow, the American neo-Deneuve, is a symbolic persona whose very presence in the public consciousness has meant the return of intelligent entertainment in Hollywood cinema—she classes up the industry; but that is a role that has been assigned to her rather than one she may herself have taken on. Global notoriety aside, all Libra women fight this sort of glorious objectification in their personal life. Upon meeting the Libra, most men will project an exalted symbolic meaning onto her. Unlike other women who may have to combat sexual objectification, Libra struggles against being cast in stone as a sort of domestic Marianne, plopped onto a pedestal not of her own design. To most guys, she seems the perfect trophy, and to very few will she ever appear to be anything else. Her physicality, she feels, betrays her: Looking too much the "little woman" and, even more infuriatingly, "the good wife," she invites advances by an endless stream of men who see her as a prime candidate for 7th House marriage and a conceived fairy-tale existence. But faster than you can say "two-car garage," Libra learns to stop such a man in his tracks. Like Jean Brodie thwarting what she deems the "petrification" via the status quo, Libra woman rears her Medusan head, turning a man's symbolic designs on her to stone. Still, such love lessons don't necessarily come easy, and Libra's love life may be one of trial and error.

Libra can sometimes become preoccupied with having the upper hand with men, going overboard in taking a stand against being trifled with as a trinket. For this daughter of the astral Venus, a cardinal-air sign with its emphasis on the power of principles, uppercase Love is not just another four-letter word to be bandied about. There should be inherent rules of conduct that this woman, the zodiac's judge, expects to be followed to a tee. Only around a Libra diva like Eleanor of Aquitaine could there have sprung up the medieval tradition of "courtly love," a movement that, as the expression suggests, embraced nobility and certain order in the manner by which the paragon of all passions should be made manifest—ironically, somewhat dispassionately. Eleanor, historians have noted, was highly conscious of the ideals she sought to foster. All Libra women share her exacting romantic vision to some degree, courtly love being predicated, as it was, on the notion that the fairer sex held the power to bequeath or withhold loving or indeed sexual favor. By adhering to a chivalric code (gleaned from legends like Arthur and his knights, so popular at this period) men might woo their ladies fair. This is an Apollonian view of love, to be sure, one that sees human passions being elevated above the lusts of the body and civilized into set modes of behavior. No wonder the movement saw such a flourish in Libra-ruled art—poetry, prose, and music written and performed by the errant troubadours and trouveres (many of whom, we now know, were women), along with painting and scads of expert embroidery and tapestry work that would have rivaled that of any fate-goddess weaver. "Courting" thus became a twelfth-century craze, fictional chivalry made factual human behavior, remnants of which have survived and are strongly ingrained in modern Western culture. In ushering in a custom that placed the power to bestow love in the hands of women, a rich court indeed grew around Eleanor at Poitiers, attracting noblemen from far and wide who were attracted to this dynamic of having to deserve women as opposed to purchasing them, in some form or another, or simply dragging them off in some dark-ages version of caveman style. To win a noble lady, in courtly love tradition, was a reflection of a man's own worth and principled countenance.

Indeed, as a young woman, Libra attracts more than her share of social climbers and would-be mover-shakers bent on raising their own stock via an association with her—ambitious fellows banking on Libra to be their Lady Luck. Needless to say, Libra learns to be a cautious dater, reviewing the men she meets like a lawyer deciding whether or not to take a client's case. Sometimes, against her better judgment, she falls for that tradition-minded man, willing to play the part of perfect hostess provided she feels the relationship will allow her the freedom to pursue her own passions—and not all of them the high-minded sort. In truth, Libra is an aggressively sexual being—don't let that cool Venusian remove fool you—a woman who hungers for sex as much as, if not more than, she does for truth, beauty, and goodness. Since this innate lustiness may, in rare instances, escape even her own notice, it's unsurprising that a man's pursuit of her hand in marriage mightn't be predicated on physical attraction but rather on a need for moral edification. This dynamic may be in no small way the fault of the Libra herself, who, in her zeal for elevated experience, overlooks the significance of her sexuality, suppressing her animal nature in favor of loftier concerns.

The famed character in Philip Barry's The Philadelphia Story, Tracy Samantha Lord, springs to mind (her middle name, from the Hebrew Samuel, the preeminent ruling judge in the Old Testament, means "listener," while her surname signifies her sense of divinity). A veritable goddess draped in white column dresses, she is harshly judgmental, indeed unforgiving of human frailty; she thus attracts a fiancé who loves not necessarily her, but the nobility she represents—in this case, nobility meaning both her principles and her aristocratic lifestyle. Eventually, she experiences a fall from this state of grace, via some comical run-ins with alcohol and lust, and in forgiving her own imperfection learns to forgive the shortcomings of others, particularly her once drinky ex whom she cast out for being flawed. Likewise, Libra's biggest stumbling block to romantic bliss is often not so much the symbolic perfection that men heap upon her but her own willingness to buy into it—a vanity based not upon physical beauty but supposed moral perfection.

Often, Libra finds herself locked into a committed relationship before she realizes the passions she's pressure-cooking. When these are of a strictly sexual nature, she might feel like Deneuve in Belle de Jour (a day-time equivalent of a lady of the night), playing the part of a dutifully pristine wife or girlfriend while, at least metaphorically speaking, her captive libido finally gets loose and sends her on a sexual spree of near-prostitutional proportions. Even more debilitating to her than carnal starvation, however, is the deprivation of intellectual power, though, typically, both aspects go hand in hand. Especially if Libra has tied the knot with some status-seeking suit under the guise of being the perfect bride, she will eventually have to break the news that he's gotten way more than he bargained for. Like Samantha Stephens of Bewitched, the American sitcom version of Deneuve's dirty-secretive Belle, she will need to let her mere mortal lover know that she possesses extraordinary powers. As for the zodiac's beautiful sorceress, nothing can substitute for the freedom to exercise her mind—the seat of her particular brand of creativity—which is linked with the more southerly located source of her sexual desire. Mental stimulation is the aphrodisiac of the Libran astral Venus. And any relationship that requires the suppression of her intellect will also anesthetize her erotic urges. In the world of creative ideas, the cardinal-air Libra, with her pointed intellect, rules; even Darrin Stephens soon catches on that Samantha is more brilliant than he is at coming up with snappy commercial slogans; and indeed, when she is "allowed" to work her magic on the astral intellectual plane, as witch or behind-the-scenes advertising whiz, she's a much happier camper on the home front, if not specifically between the sheets. Likewise, the telegenic Libra, who, incidentally, tends to speak in clever sound bites, is seen by many men to be the proverbial woman behind the man, empowering him to go forth and conquer in the professional world (if not secretly doing his homework for him beforehand).

As the primary archetype living and breathing in every Libra woman, Medea (media?), that sorceress-princess extraordinaire, was sought out by the famously questing Jason to help him achieve his heroic aims. This is exactly what Libra represents to men; and even if she has thus far managed to sidestep all the slick opportunists seeking some pretty paragon of virtue to parade through life for their own self-aggrandizement, Libra woman is still astrologically designed to take up a loved one's case, to champion his causes in such a way as will benefit them mutually. First, like Medea, Libra is the original creative director, PR or talent agent, uniquely qualified to cast her partner, like a seed, into the ether of public awareness—she is the zodiac's premier broad caster and she will do everything possible to speed the plow of her main man's pursuits. For her, intellectual and artistic interests go hand in hand with romantic investment. Second, she usually performs the exact same professional function as her lover, and helping him achieve is part and parcel of her own job or position—unsurprisingly, she is usually involved in media to some extent.

Prizing artistic truth above all other virtues, Libra is drawn to those Jasonian "indies" who have already demonstrated autonomy by striking out on their own. Such a man appeals to her own love of liberté—women solely seeking sécurité have, according to Libra, fallen victim to the status quo. Even when going for the guy in the suit, Libra will harbor the hope that her man is operating from a "place" of creative integrity—after all, it's the artist, not the adman, in Darrin that Samantha cherishes. She has no deliberate designs on working together with her lover, since such an arrangement smacks of codependency; instead, she seeks interdependence, such that her efforts might contribute to his goals while also fueling her own. It's a man's self-sufficiency that attracts her in the first place—as a child she learned that togetherness is only airtight when founded on that "perfect" balance of autonomy and cooperation. So long as it is her decision to be a helpmate, she will do her equal part, and all is right with the world. Unless, of course, she finds herself being used. Then watch out. As a reminder, the Medea myth doesn't end well: Discovering that Jason has another princess on the side, Medea destroys all they created together (their children) in a gruesome but accurate symbolic representation of Libra's total retaliatory wrath. For one so loyal, boorish treatment comes as a particular shock. And as recompense for compounding injury with insult, she will seek vengeance in multifold fashion. In this way, she truly personifies the principle of instant karmic payback.

Even when all remains rosy in her relationship, Libra will only surrender to commitment in small increments, over time. Especially when she comes from a broken home, her signature detachment is designed to ward off the hurt she felt and witnessed as a child. Actually, it's this very distance that, on the negative side, causes her to be objectified by men; on a positive note, it helps her to function objectively in those notorious love-work relationships. Not investing too deeply, too quickly, also enables her to remain friends with her exes, a slew of whom often make up her close circle of cronies—such a casual attitude would be impossible for most of us to muster. But with her continual crushes Libra can't afford to fall in love easily. A real lookist, the Scales lady is the male-modelizer of the zodiac, her Venus-ruled masculine sign being most concerned with manly beauty. And the prettier the boy the better: She is drawn to often younger, smooth, and arguably androgynous guys, never one to be turned on by the rugged, hairy he-men of the pack. Sadie Hawkins that she is, Libra doesn't hesitate to make the first move on a man, sex being a rather casual affair. Even when directly hit upon by this stellar female, men will consider her aggression a flattering anomaly, convinced she is the demure princess she appears—that is until such time as she's chewing the buttons off his jeans. Only then will it dawn on a guy that this good-looking girl, one he'd willingly bring home to mother, is able to do some bringing it on home all on her own.
In bed with Libra woman, there are no set gender roles or pat responsibilities to perform. Her all-important insistence on equality comes startlingly into play when she and some young Apollo are stripped naked, one gorgeous androgen to another with only their sexual apparatus to define them. Just as we affectionately call Scorpio man the male lesbian of the zodiac, the argument can be made that Libra woman is the female gay-man, the über-male-mindedness of her sign freeing her from viewing sex as a loaded emotional experience. She allows herself to approach sex from a surfacey standpoint of two buddies just needing to have it off. As it is, Libra relates far more readily to the directive quality of the male mind than she does to the traditionally subjective feminine view; and so, with her mate, she's just as naturally aggressive as he is. Assuming responsibility for her own pleasure, she takes the pressure off a guy as well—still she won't objectify a mate to the point of using him as a dildo the way ultra-aggressive Aries might. There is instead a pervasive sense of mutual masturbation when in the sack with the self-sufficient Scales woman.

Libra is somewhat of an efficiency expert in the bedroom, far more proficient at getting the job done than she is passionately abandoned in the process. If orgasm is her aim, she'll have no bones about achieving one quickly, then opting to go on with her day. She isn't generally a sexual marathoner, not one of the girls who revels in being "bored" for hours, pun intended. In keeping with being born into the sign of "light," she prefers prolonged bouts of foreplay, with intercourse brought into the mix at the right time, to all out **** fests—this is another manifestation of her general disdain for purposefully macho men who, she'd be loathe to discover, feel they've something to prove. Sixty-nine is by far her favorite sex act: She seems to derive as much pleasure from blowing a guy as she herself gets from being munched—while it's the combination of simultaneous acts being performed, the inherent yin-yang, that truly drives her forward. The very thought of it alone is enough to get her juices stirring. Type-A Libra is always conscious of what she's doing in bed, and the mental picture of herself and a lover is highly erotic to her. Fittingly, she relishes watching herself with her man, whether in a well-placed mirror or via playback of a homemade video. She may pour it on if the cameras are rolling, if only to ensure not being disappointed when she later views her private porn.

Libra is confident in her sexual performance, aware that she possesses expert talents. Oral sex is her special province, and being on the giving end is, well, a heady power-trip for her. She thrills at having her man, literally, by the balls. In fact, it is a particularly Libra-female fantasy to render a pretty boy helpless, toying with his orgasm, bringing him to the brink, only to beg off and leave him whining for a finish. At this type of teasing foreplay, and screwing too, she is intuitive, economic in her movements, imaginatively mixing speeds, pressures, and positions. She'll keep her eyes open—the lights are on—fueling excitement through the looks and sounds she elicits from her lover. The best part: All this comes naturally to Libra woman; there's rarely anything planned or tricky in her erotic repertoire. She loathes dirty chatter, as well as feigned moans and groans—she is a silent sexual persona, of the school that talk is, indeed, cheap. Still, afterward, lazing about in bed, she's not above critiquing or praising the highlights of their performance. For Libra loves to linger in the glowing aftermath, and despite her pristine appearance, she's not put off by a messy sexual atmosphere. Men are not as "foreign" to her as they are to many women, and so she feels as little revulsion for the male sex as she does reverence. Admittedly, the guys she chooses are often as smooth and pretty as she is, making her ability to feel such empathy not so much of a stretch. In a committed relationship, she may commandeer her mate's grooming regime, picking, plucking, and polishing him up, making him appear ever more her very own PYT. For Libra, familiarity apparently breeds the need to engage in grooming rituals as, consciously or not, she is determined that she and her lovely lad will turn as many heads as any handsome couple could.

Libra is a fairly vanilla character, not the type to be attracted by kinky scenes of any kind. Though, like her Libra brother, she possesses a potent bisexual streak, ménage à trois holds little interest. If she were to opt for a threesome, she'd ironically prefer adding a guy into the mix, instead of a girl—and only out of curiosity in seeing her mate explore any hidden gay fantasies he might harbor. As with Gemini and Pisces women—the zodiac's preeminent fag hags—gay men hold a fascination for Libra; but unlike those other signs, she doesn't look to them for love. Rather, she feels herself to be like one of them. Libra is gender-bending personified: With a man, she's decidedly ungirly, far more like one of his guy friends who just happens to look like a beautiful woman—again a fairly butch gay man trapped in a demure debutante's body. On the other hand, when exploring sexual interest in another woman, Libra adopts an ultrafemme character. Typically, she is attracted to even more extreme towering infernos of femininity than herself, women with vivid, over-the-top qualities and similarly fierce type-A objectives. For all the worship Libra receives in life, dating from the time she uttered her first edict, it's nothing compared to the total salaam she'll conduct in her bond with such a babe. Regardless of sexual identity, Libra woman has a generally lofty view of lesbianism—the romantic love of two women is far more scared than any attachment to a mere mortal man. This certainly explains why she tends to avoid including girl-on-girl activity in her straight bonds. Women are never to be objectified—men, yes; women, no.

The stakes get higher with the so-called lesbian Libra—and we preface it as such because even the most gay-identified Scales gal will keep the door to heterosexuality slightly ajar just in case she gets the urge to revisit the penile system. Sexuality for Libra is one big gray area (her brain) wherein anything is possible and labels don't readily apply. The woman she falls for is generally an iconic embodiment of Libra's highest or most radical ideals. With such a lover, Libra may assume an almost initiate role, holding her mate up as a kind of high priestess. The tables now turned, Libra plays a blatantly obsequious Pygmalion role to a Galatean figure of galactic proportions. Libra's choice of a female love interest might very well shock friends and family—her partners are often radicals who seem so extraterrestrial in contrast to said petrifying status quo.

Glamour and militantism appear to combine in the gay Libra, who seems to have invented the concept of "lipstick" lesbian. Beauty (her ruler Venus's domain) coupled with the objective masculine energy of her sign makes for an in-your-face sexual agenda that demands the planting of political flags—so long as they also look pretty. The gay Libra woman espouses the notion that women are indeed the fairer sex, and her own sexuality is based on the exploration of female beauty. For all Libra women, looks are indeed of primary concern, but appearances become an almost bizarre keynote in the gay Scales's relationships: Her partner of choice is often very much an outrageous version of herself in appearance—taller, notably voluptuous, more vividly dressed in cutting-edge designs or the rarest vintage fashions, pierced, tattooed, dramatically made-up, and flamboyant in her body language, yet typically of the same complexion, coloring, or ethnic background as the Libra. They are at once look-alikes, yet with the Scales gal ever remaining the more demure rendition of the two. Highly social, the Libra likes to make the scene, mingling with a decidedly chic crowd. She relishes making an entrance with her lover, turning up her inherent glamour to its highest setting, eliciting stares and whispers from what she perceives to be jealous and worshipful onlookers. Such parading about elicits a sexual thrill for the Scales gal; and still, though she is quite the little exhibitionist, she is never overtly so. She thrives on suggestion and seduction—titillation—not on obvious display.

Libra is a homoerotic creature, and it is always the idea of sapphic love that she finds most enticing. She has an urbane view of her gay sexuality—as if it's something that defines her as a sophisticate—the actual act is almost incidental, as if she and her girlfriends just happen to fall into bed with one another, by chance. Meanwhile, Libra gets a lot of chances, appealing as the consummate femme, to the greater part of the gay-girl world. Just as her own sexuality is typically not concretely set in stone, she is likewise attracted to women who are similarly iffy, more bi than gay per se, such intrinsic duality providing an added tingle to Libra's sex life. She won't be pigeonholed, finding a strictly gay-girl existence to be as narrow as living exclusively within the straight system. She and a lover will rarely suffer from heterophobia; in fact, they are not above entertaining the occasional power-play bewitchment of an unwitting man of model mien—not only for the use of his most cherished equipment, but for the pure shared kick of seduction.

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My MC is Aries and my NN and Moon are in my 10H in Taurus.
I'm female, my SO is male with a Pisces MC and empty 10H.

I'm interested to see options 1-3 if you're able, if not, just 3. Sex + Sexuality is my preference

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With the moon in your 10th House you would read the cancer description for female but I'll also put up the Aries female description later to see if it's closer!

Your SO is easier with nothing in his 10th!

Sex + Sexuality for Pisces Male:

As early as his teenage years, Pisces male will have set himself adrift from his family, often moving out of the house as quickly as he can, sometimes before legally of age, or otherwise living at home like some sort of shadowy boarder. He will come and go as he pleases in that case, often disappearing for days on end. At college, his roommate will be pleasantly surprised to find that Pisces is a ghostlike presence, remaining decidedly detached from dorm-room life. Typically, he will latch on to a domineering female, often older than himself, whose company he'll keep to the exclusion of all others. Since taking up with girls, he will have been attracted to flamboyant, attention-getting females, gaudy, bawdy types with creative ambitions, if not for fame and fortune, very much like his own. His love life, too, will be Noël Coward–esque, as he adopts an adult character-personality who is perpetually bored even with his own sophistication—as if he knows and has seen everything. Nothing and nobody impresses Pisces, and he makes a point of undermining anything or anybody that appeals to the masses, whether out of jealousy or justifiable disdain. And his main criterion for a partner worthy of being called his own is a vocal and otherwise obvious corroboration of his views. He likes a bit of wear and tear on a woman as well, being turned off by the fresh ingenues that most men find so appealing. He looks for experience, seasoning in a woman. Even as a teen, he'll be attracted to older girls or those with reputations, warranted or not, for having been around the block once or twice or more. It's as if, being so subconsciously linked to the cyclical nature of life, he'd sooner make a Madonna out of a questionable ***** than hook up with some snowy virgin who, by rights, might only become more blackened.

Though this won't sound particularly flattering on the surface to those romantically linked with Pisces man, the 12th House is oft referred to as the dustbin of the zodiac, associated with the dregs, sediment being an intrinsic result of Neptune's energy of dissolution, the remnants of experience as well as society. We have already seen this dynamic manifested in Pisces's appeal to the misfits and miscreants of his peer group, but the same pattern seems to apply to his love relationships as well. Even the kind of slaggish girl who might appear to be used goods is viewed by Pisces as a person who, via experience, has become a seasoned distillation of womankind, refined by circumstance, if not hardship, into her essential self, devoid of pretense, ego, or other such trappings of human falsification. In being undone, he believes, a woman's soul is laid bare. And it is the soul that this personification of the Christ archetype is seeking to wed, just as, using his Greek archetypology, Eros-Cupid is wedded to Psyche (Soul). And if you know anything about that myth, and the hell his mother Aphrodite-Venus put poor Psyche through, you might get an idea of the oedipal pressures that invariably plague the Piscean male. One never knows if Pisces's choice of a partner—which strikes most everyone acquainted with him as dubious—is the primary reason for his mother's disdain toward whatever girl(s) he tends to bring home, or if conflict on this score is simply written in the stars. Whatever the cause, Pisces's mother and mate typically don't see eye to eye; in time, however, they might begin to realize that they are eerily cut from the same cloth, if not born into the same generation.

Pisces is the sole mutable-water sign of the zodiac: Mutability represents change and adaptability, while the feminine element of water symbolizes feeling, intuition, and the primal origin of life (this is why baptism signifies rebirth). Of course, just as Eros is the primal god-force, Love, specifically of a sexual nature, is the essential impetus to life. Thus, throughout classical and medieval literature, water is used as a metaphor for love: One must be an open recipient to contain it, while it escapes those seeking to grab it for their own gain. Love, as they say, is not selfish. And that's the kind of love to which the Pisces male subscribes. He neither wants to own nor be owned by his partner. The zodiac's drifter, it seems, can never be tied down. Even in marriage, the Fish guy will pursue his individual ambitions even if they take him on solo excursions or retreats far from his lady-wife. Subconsciously or not, he seems to feel that an older woman might understand the concept of cling-free love, if only through hard-knocks experience. He cringes at the thought of some cleaving ingenue who will undoubtedly expect to be conventionally attached at the hip. Think of that Cupid-Psyche myth wherein the god of Love demands not to reveal himself, but simply to be loved without ever having it known who he is. This is unconditional love, devoid of any importance placed on appearances or ownership. He searches a woman's soul for this invisible quality—indeed, it would seem the contents of a woman's psyche are more readily visible to the Pisces's eye than are her style of dress or makeup. Perhaps as a result of the 12th House's association with freedom from social barriers, the Fish falls for women who exaggeratively color outside the lines—despite his own fussy appearance, his visibly incongruous mate may be the proverbial peroxide blonde, outfitted in the most outrageous manner.

Unlike his opposite sign of Virgo, Pisces is not a conscious Svengali trying to physically change the appearance of his mate. As befits our Fishy fellow, Pisces brings about a lover's change on an unseen, subconscious level, such that a woman might find herself transforming from the inside out. Pisces man is attracted to so-called guttersnipes, and in his loving them unconditionally, they tend to undergo an alteration all of their own volition. Mary Magdalene was literally loved into changing—Jesus didn't simply pick her out some new clothes. This is the effect Pisces man has on friends, as well as lovers. Since he has absolutely no expectations of others, those who want to win his affections end up jumping through hoops to please him—basically following in his footsteps, often vividly straining to win his favor. In this way, he turns those with whom he enters a love relationship into his disciples, worded as such since it doesn't seem as if Pisces ever falls in love per se. His form of loving is so removed and devoid of expectation as to border on apathy. Ironically, though he asks less of a partner than any other man in the zodiac, relationships are mainly all about him. It's little wonder behavioral psychologist B. F Skinner was a Pisces as the Fish guy interacts with loved ones, albeit subconsciously, on a system of punishment and reward. Without ever saying a word, Pisces man will either tune in or tune out his partner based on her comportment. If he's pleased by his mate, she'll have his attention. If not, he leaves the proverbial building. And so a spouse or lover learns to conform to such manners so as to win the prize of even his vaguest recognition. Ever in his protective bubble, an in-box out-box system described by those opposite-facing fish, the Pisces decides what is jetsam and what is flotsam in his experience.

Even in love, the human filter system that is the Pisces man is in a sense designed not to create undo karma. Those opposite-facing fishes are rather an illustration of the soulful mechanism of the elimination of karma-good in, bad out. This is, of course, in keeping with the sign's association with death: Conceptually speaking, the sign of Pisces is predicated on the employment of that 12th House ideal of escape, being able to jump off the karmic carousel (reincarnation) and apotheosize atman (individual soul) with Brahma (world soul). This is what the Pisces man is doing, here and now, daily—he simply doesn't become snared in entangling human drama, and only individuals who likewise create no undue karmic attachments are allowed to enter Pisces's custodial environment. Therefore he must, in turn, be loved purely and with no expectation. Most women who attempt to romance the Pisces end up singing "I don't know how to love him." He challenges potential partners to love in such a way as poets have described: by simultaneously setting him free, allowing him to escape into the solitude of his life's callings. This is the dynamic Pisces needs to keep love alive, and it is typically too unnerving for most women, or men for that matter, to abide. Even sex doesn't anchor the zodiac's drifter. If so, the Magdalenes of the world with whom he invariably hooks up would be able to rely on standard skills, not so hard-pressed to change attitude and behavior to cultivate a love bond with the unfathomable Fish guy.

Of all the gender signs in the zodiac, Pisces male is probably the least moved by sex. Not to say that his range of carnal experience doesn't outstrip the rest of the astrological population, because it generally does; it's just that sex doesn't much affect him one way or another. He could watch the most hardcore porn with a roomful of grannies and not feel the slightest bit of embarrassment. Likewise, he can enter a decadent sexual landscape, even as a vague participant (which is the only kind he might ever be) and surface unscathed, without any residual battering to his peace of mind. As he's the personification of Eros, nothing shocks the Pisces, and by the same token, he finds nothing to be of overwhelming fascination. He remains outside sexual experience. Thus, it's often actually easier for him to put himself into environments where he can acknowledge and appreciate even blatant carnality without his own intimate involvement. Interestingly, in clinical psychological terms, the Eros refers to the instincts for self-preservation in people. Herein, we see the ultimate Piscean-male paradox as befits this character whose sign's Fish is a symbol of yin and yang: He is all and nothing, in everything he does. Christ-like to the core, he can go to hell and back again with his entire being unshaken and intact. No character will go further in his exploration of eroticism, a term primarily defined as the sexual quality of an experience, particularly those of an abnormal nature, rather than meat-and-potatoes sex, which to him is just hohum. Lest we forget, Neptune is the planet of imagery, and the Piscean sexual persona lives in this elusive realm. He thus appreciates quality erotica, and he's generally game to film and/or star in his own home movies never one to consider such activities sleazy. Indeed, being the only mutable-water man, Pisces is metaphorically no stranger to primordial slime, which is why he could easily attend that sex venue, whether it be an orgy or the goings-on at some after-hours club, though, just as easily as not. When he does, he will typically just pass through, perhaps stopping long enough to chat up some woman—having good conversation in a landscape of otherwise writhing, moaning bodies being the picture of Piscean insouciance—recruiting yet another disciple if not fishing in the murky mire for some would-be Magdalene to spiritually mold into his very own Madonna. In said instance, how could such a soul not get the sense she was being saved? Granted, the presence of the typically prissy Pisces in such a place might make anybody feel self-conscious; and despite this extreme example, the fact remains that the Fish guy tends to force others, particularly potential partners, to search their own soul and conscience and try to remove any impediments to their own peace of mind. Unlike the Pisces onlooker, it could be argued that most people who might be found groping in the dark of some sex joint are doing so as a result of some past trauma or compulsion, not truly, therefore, out of choice.

Not just notoriously prim and artsy, Pisces can also appear rather androgynous if not outright sexless—this is one instance where appearances are not necessarily deceiving. It makes sense, given his association with the sweet hereafter, that he is as genderless as one might imagine a pure spirit to be. Since adolescence, the Fish may have been startlingly aware that he doesn't fall prey to his libido the way others do. Sex doesn't strike him as a fresh or foreign concept, even in tenderest youth, and the natural transcendence with which he regards it at once makes him feel estranged from, and superior to, other males in particular. Instead of seeing himself as abnormal, he labels others as "lesser" and holds himself up as that much more of a supreme being. That he's not sexually prolific doesn't bother Pisces guy in the least. The truth of the matter is, as the sexual urge is basically, biologically aimed at procreation and therefore linked to other creative energies, Pisces inherently channels such forces as might be aimed at his groin up toward his imaginative mind and crafty hands—not so much lacking libido as converting it into his signature artistic fuel. Sex is so not a big deal, a Pisces truism that may extend to his absolute understanding and forgiveness should a partner stray and hit the sack with someone else. The Fish is no hypocrite: He allows his partner the same kind of personal freedom he in turn demands from a mate, letting her experiment and make her own mistakes. The Pisces himself doesn't typically "cheat" as a rule because it creates the kind of karmic baggage he simply cannot abide. That sense of freedom is enough; he needn't, and rarely does, exploit it, especially when in a committed relationship or marriage contract. For Pisces is among the most steadfast of men, apt to stay put in a bond with the same woman, the sanctity of which falls within the protective sphere with which he perpetually seeks to surround himself. Marriage, especially, is a womb wherein he can drift and dream and into which he can dissolve.

Another reason the Piscean might be so forgiving of even a spouse's extramarital dalliances is because he knows he doesn't always deliver in the rough-and-ready manner many a woman desires. His relationships are, first and foremost, spiritual marriages, and he won't necessarily begrudge his lady the luxury of that sort of meat-and-potatoes sexual experience he isn't wont to provide with any frequency. Then there's the age-old Piscean problem with just plain old getting it up. Sometimes, he needs a stronger erotic impetus than mere routine urges. As Pisces's long-term partners will readily agree, sex tends to happen more often than not when they're away from home: Having escaped the confines of routine reality, the Fish invariably finds his penis becomes that much perkier. Having to sneak or hide having sex—whether doing it in public, on a train or plane, or even slipping away if just to another room during a visit to friends—is not just a theoretical turn-on particular to Pisces man, it's often an essential practical part of sex play. In certain cases, the exotic is so alluring that he might only be able to have sex with strangers, even prostitutes, while his marriage becomes a hands-off, strictly soulful bond. Drink and drugs, those proverbial Piscean fixes of forgetfulness, tend to provide enough of a crutch to keep the Fish's sex life, pardon the pun, limping along. Still, Pisces simply doesn't require the amount of sex that most men do. The 12th House rules bothconvent and monastic life, and Pisces and his partner, despite their often awkward attempts to keep up appearances to the contrary, might very well live a rather chaste domestic existence. Of course, as suspect as people generally are of the Piscean male's sexual identity, outsiders are always willing to jump to their own conclusions.

From early childhood the Pisces is often ridden for being a sissy. Though he meets such derision with a proud pacifism, typically turning the other cheek and never dignifying such ridicule, this sort of haranguing only further contributes to a sexlessness in the Piscean's nature, rather than forcing him to either repress or overcompensate for any preferences that he mayor may not have. Instead, the Fish simply rises above the issue altogether and sweeps it into the 12th House dustbin. It's just that much more psychic surgery he'll perform on himself, dissolving the issue along with any other problematic concerns that cross his path. The last thing in life that the Pisces will tolerate is any sort of stigma being attached to him. Society still being the way it is vis-a-vis homosexuality, the Piscean would just as soon skirt the issue of any same-sex feelings he might have, often refusing to lend them any credence. So quickly will he nip such inklings in the bud that it will often be unclear, even to the Pisces himself, which way the wind might have ended up blowing for him. An astrological androgyne in any case, this man born into this über-feminine of zodiacal signs might be the most effeminate heterosexual you ever meet, even if he's never actually had a gay thought in his head. And even if the Pisces does declare himself gay, he might never do so formally. An undeniably homosexual sector of Piscean men, however, could never kid themselves, let alone anybody else, that they are anything but card-carrying queers. This nearly biologically female, lisping, limp-wristed sect of Piscean gay men, were they born into some expansive-thinking Native American tribe, would undoubtedly be prized and offered the shaman's special tepee. Indeed, sexuality aside, a large part of the transgendered community seems to be made up of Pisces men who rival the Taurus male population for the title: "Most likely to undergo sexual reassignment surgery." Aside from this distinct sector of undeniably gay Pisceans, who, incidentally, are often so caught up in their own intriguing natures that the issue of sex takes a decided backseat, across the board, the sexuality of the Fish man, straight and gay, remains, well, fishy.

The gay Pisces, but for the aforementioned enclave, is generally a pretty hardy, masculine character, like his straight counterpart, all but fully focused on his career, also a decidedly creative one, making little of his sexual proclivities. For starters, he doesn't much mingle with other men, the bulk of his friendships being with single, somewhat fag-haggish women whom he tends to take under his wing and instruct on the more fascinating, if not the finer, things in life. Pisces, of any sexual persuasion, isn't ever caught up in materialism even when he embarks on money-making ventures. Rather, he seeks to buy freedom and the opportunity to color his world with the imaginative brush he brandishes. In his soul, he's a bohemian, and the gay Piscean in particular will inhabit a world of fringe or indeed forgotten artists, filmmakers, designers, and other innovators (typically like himself) who exhibit a certain evolutionary cultural vision. It's this which he hopes will rub off on his coterie of female friends, for whom he often plays surrogate husband, coming over to fix this or paint that, all the while exposing these bosomed buddies to the music, art, and other such influences that decorate his life. In such relationships we see that Jesus-Magdalene connection almost ridiculously crystal clear. Being that Virgo woman, specifically, falls under this female archetype, the world is populated with pairings of spinsterish Virgo girls and the gay Piscean guys who love them.

posted June 24, 2013 06:58 PM            

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Originally posted by MsPrism:
You're very welcome Doux!

Is your MC in Capricorn or do you have Saturn in the 10th? I was just wondering what worked for you.

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MC in Capricorn. Empty house.

posted June 24, 2013 07:02 PM            

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Originally posted by 11nahyt:
Wait a minute, you're typing these long posts? I thought you were jus copying and pasting! That's extremely generous of you. I'm Curious, what are you're sun,moon, asc placements?

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My sun is in Taurus, my Moon is in Capricorn, my Ascendant is in Aries!

No no, I was copying and pasting and then I reached the copy limit and had to start typing them. I typed 3 of them and then decided to just override the copy limit so I could get the information to you faster! Plus, I was afraid I'd make mistakes and flub it all up for you all! haha

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MC in Capricorn. Empty house.

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posted June 24, 2013 07:10 PM            

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Wow. It's just odd because we never really think of 10th house and planets therein to explain our sexual style. Hm. . .

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Well.. my Saturn is extremely prominent, it touches all my inner planets, lol.
So that probably has something to do with it.

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MsPrism: Make sure you keep me posted about your thoughts on the Taurus Male info, pretty please!

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Oh it was delicious !! My favourite parts were where it said that the Taurus male is placid in both bed and relationships, loves to be loved and adored, and likes to take a passive dominant position in relationships and in sex. All so true.

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My sun is in Taurus, my Moon is in Capricorn, my Ascendant is in Aries!

No no, I was copying and pasting and then I reached the copy limit and had to start typing them. I typed 3 of them and then decided to just override the copy limit so I could get the information to you faster! Plus, I was afraid I'd make mistakes and flub it all up for you all! haha

I don't really want to give all the information in the book though because I do think the book is worth purchasing and would hate to take away from someone buying if they love the info!

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MsPrism: Wow. It's just odd because we never really think of 10th house and planets therein to explain our sexual style. Hm. . .

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You're all Scorpio female lovelies and this one's for you!

Sex + Sexuality for Scorpio Female:

If any woman knows what she's made of sexually, it's Scorpio. The female body and sexuality is the human representation of the Chthonian Principle, its mysterious inner workings an intricate, hidden laboratory from where life springs, a woman's libido as well as her hormonally dictated moods and Moon phases circumventing rational thought. Sex is irrational, its natural workings not easily fitting into a pretty picture of idealized thought and higher love. And as with all life's mysteries, Scorpio has a far better grip on it than the rest of us. Scorpio is the sign of sex, Mars and Pluto's active-regenerative combo platter of energies determining the impetus to love, which, for the zodiac's subterranean dame is not a lofty, cerebral, "courtly" urge hut rather a blatantly chemical one. She doesn't need any man to make her feel like a natural woman, she was born that way. Scorpio exudes sexuality, as if cheering each attractive pheromone on as it makes that journey out into the ether to besensed by any man. Typically, she has her pick: Scorpio's symbol can be read as an arrow sending out yonic signals, just as Virgo's glyph implies protectiveness of purity—screw that, says Scorpio, and in the most literal sense. Scorpio's attitude toward sexuality reflects her sign's association with the ages 49–56, which correspond to the time of menopause. Symbolically, menopause represents another facet of mysterious female sexuality: It is impossible to control the cessation of the reproductive, regenerative force in a woman. This age association certainly fits the bill of Scorpio's Plutonian rule, mirroring that planet's correlation to growth via elimination and the diverting of life energy at the root level. Menopause remains a giant mystery to doctors and scientists; while the ancients, like certain New Age sects, saw menopause as the onset of the crone age, when a woman's power to foster physical growth in the womb shifted to develop her own mental and spiritual prowess into the proverbial wisewoman. Needless to say, when of menopausal age, a woman is particularly ruled by her Chthonian hormones—metaphorically, Scorpio is menopausal all her life, preternaturally mature at so early an age, her psychology ruled by a resigned and fatalistic nature, not to mention being notoriously given to mood swings, running alternately hot and cold in her interaction with others. In a strictly carnal sense, to boot, she's rather blasé towards boinking, as if the advent of sex itself were old hat. She makes little fuss over the loss of her virginity, not easily impressed—often quite the opposite—by what men might have to offer in the way of physical endowments or performance between the sheets. It can be off-putting enough that Scorpio seems typically unmoved and trancelike, in any case, during sex; others, still, will find sex with her to be outright demoralizing, as if she were suppressing a yawn the whole time.

Chemistry being a two-way street, Scorpio, too, follows her nose, which may explain why there isn't anyone "type" of man she fancies. She trusts her sixth sense far more than her eyes, and though she appreciates a hot stud when she sees one, she is definitely not a lookist. As an inhabitant of the mental Third Quadrant of the zodiac, Scorpio seeks a meeting of the minds; still, not so much an intellectual connection as a psychic one. She needs to get a vibe—it's one and the same with chemistry, the heights-and-depths dynamic of Pluto demanding both a psychic and yonic attraction. She doesn't generally give a fig about shared interests and ideals. Rather, she craves an unspoken bond based on a mutual need to utterly merge, to become as much one entity as two people possibly can. Scorpio doesn't merely pair up, she psychically possesses, approaching her partner the same way she does herself—with a searchlight and a pickax—plunging into the depths of a lover's personality to help him unearth and fully realize any hidden talents to treasure, while seeking to root out and destroy problems or negative habits. In keeping with Scorpio's signature femme-fatale nature, whole parts of the man she takes up with must simply die. Some men won't allow her such powers of execution; others eagerly welcome it, happy to find so managerial and mentoring a mate. In every culture, death goddesses possessed a cauldron of regeneration—one more interpretation of Scorpio's fixed-water status—in which male gods or heroes were restored to life anew. Guys that fall for the Spider lady, too, soon find themselves in a similar stew, as she hopes to stir a man into full possession of himself, helping him to grow by killing off what might be holding him back. New Agey as it sounds, the Scorpio ice queen is like a crystal, utilized to transform atmospheric energy, neutralizing negativity and allowing for more beneficial vibrations.

Of course, Scorpio comes to relationships with nothing to lose and certainly nothing to prove. Having been conditioned since childhood to think of herself as a perfect gem, she has a healthy self-esteem—and don't think she doesn't let a man know it. One of her fatal flaws, however, is not being able to admit when she's wrong—a bitter pill for Ms. Flawless to swallow—and she sometimes loses friendships, or even love relationships, due to her absolute distaste for humble pie. Rather, she is programmed to repeat the role she played growing up, and as a result, Scorpio settles into serious relationships early in life, anxious to start mining the psyche of some male. She's that wifey girlfriend who gets her hooks into a guy as early as eighth grade, rattling off directive dos and don'ts—coming face-to-face with this Persephone, even a young male gets the sense he's meeting his maker. She is sexually wise beyond her years, the signals she even unwittingly sends out piquing the curiosity of older men, as well as boys her own age. She may even be the one to make the more major moves on her boyfriend, and as she always has a steady one, she could have already deflowered a string of lads before hitting her twenties. Still, every boy she romantically befriends is better for having known her—those with madonna-***** complexes will have overcome them for life. So self-respecting, she likewise demands to be treated like gold; yet, as an unabashedly carnal person as well, she smashes any archaic double standards about women that a young man might harbor.

All the guys Scorpio goes for will tend to have at least one thing in common: They're typically all mama's boys. Though she can put up with more macho than most women, a man must also possess this particular brand of emotional deference for females to fully strike her fancy. So accustomed to sharing the motherly role with her own mom, she quickly bonds to a guy via dangling apron strings in front of him, muscling past the mother to whom he was previously attached. It's just the first in a string of his relationships that she puts, somewhat, on ice. Beyond that requirement, what she looks for is "potential," preferring a guy who is slightly underconfident and undeveloped in his understanding of how to consummate his life's ambitions to one who believes to have life all sewn up. A man with a clearly defined mission presents a problem for Scorpio, making it difficult for her to stir ingredients for his success into the "pot"; but a guy with lofty notions who simply lacks the know-how to achieve them is just the right candidate to pop into her cauldron. Once Spider woman gets finished with him, he'll be a real catch; but woe to any lover who gets too big for his britches—sometimes she fuels a man's confidence so much that he develops a superior attitude, even hinting than he can "do better" by falling in with another female. Look out: Given such a sorry state of affairs, Scorpio will either release so burning a sting as to reduce her mate to castrated rubble or she'll launch a cold-shoulder campaign the likes of which would simply freeze a guy's balls off. With that healthy dose of macho Mars submerged behind her icy countenance, when push comes to shove, she packs more (metaphoric) muscle than most males.

As she's the zodiac's Sphinx, the burden is always on the man in her life to think fast, do her bidding, and come up with whatever goods she demands. He, however, can ask zilch of her—she owes nothing to anybody and offers no explanations for her actions. Perfect in every way, Scorpio woman is completely beyond reproach. Her opinions of others are endlessly forthcoming, but even in deep distress, she keeps her lip buttoned, as asking others for help is tantamount to admitting weakness—something she simply cannot do. She's fine, It's everybody else who needs sorting out. When it comes to her own career, she focuses solely on internal affairs. Though notoriously creative, she cannot be bothered with public opinion, leaving any promotion of her talents to the spin doctors of the world. And like the Sphinx, she truly does think in metaphors—just as her acting talent is characterized by a strong but subtle "inner life," so, too, is there poetic mystery in any of her artistic endeavors. This may explain why this sign also boasts some of the best female songwriters—Joni Mitchell, Bonnie Raitt, Maggie Roche, Rickie Lee Jones—as well as other artists, thinkers, and scientists who probe the interior, unseen world of the mind and body: poet Sylvia Plath, scientist Madame Curie, painter Georgia O'Keeffe, comediennes Roseanne and Whoopi Goldberg, sex reporter Shere Hite. This is not a sign of superficial pop stars: Scorpio woman's notoriety stems from her exploration of the depths of the human experience. She is an unapologetic woman, committed to her own callings—other people be damned. She is unimpressed with celebrity, her own or anybody else's. This total immersion in herself and in her private pursuits, whatever they may be, is what beckons others to her.

It's the same with love and sexual relationships. One must seek out the Sphinx with its possession of universal secrets and the power they hold. The Sphinx certainly isn't coming after you. So, too, does a man happen upon Scorpio woman: on her own terms and on her home turf. A partner must be prepared to lose himself—body and soul—in a pact with this she-devil, allowing her full possession. She will do her damnedest to help him fulfill his every wish, but in return, all he has, henceforth, is hers. She simply won't be used as a stepping-stone—any man who tries will find he's the one being trampled underfoot. Investing in a man is a full-time job for which she feels entitled to be paid. In fact, many Scorpio women sacrifice their career, at least for a designated time, upon tying the knot. Little wonder so many Sphinxes with strong artistic callings choose to remain single—in any case, femme fatales don't generally hold down day jobs. So pity the poor fool who tries to throw the "self-sacrificing" Scorpio over. If anyone will fight tooth and nail to take an ungrateful, unfaithful spouse to the cleaner's, you can bet it's our deadly little Persephone with her secret weapon of warring Mars energy—with her luck, she'll end up in a better, new relationship with her (ex's?) lawyer.

Of course, under the best circumstances, this inherent aggression and power also has its perks: Sex is one activity that taps into Scorpio's hidden fire. Despite her blasé femme-fatale facade, she burns for sexual contact, her urgency made all the more ironic by her unruffled, unapologetic tone. If any woman were to force a guy to go down on her in that cab she's hopped to avoid walking those few blocks, it's our, shall we say, in-your-face Scorp. To be sure, she is most uninhibited when it comes to making love. Perhaps only the Aries, who is exclusively ruled by Mars, is likewise so forthcoming in the sack. Unlike the aptly named Ram, however, Scorpio isn't so exclusively focused on the physical aspect of sex; rather, she is as inclined to **** with a guy's brain as she is with the more evidently available organ. Notoriously experimental, especially in the early stages of a relationship, she really knows how to wow a guy—fastening him via fascination, that psychic hold she seeks to secure. She's a real tease, that girl who'll play footsie with a guy's crotch under the table, groping or even briefly going down on him, offering blatant titillation to stay erotically connected with her man at all times. She is in no way precious about sex. Indeed she may be Machiavellian in its usage, employing it as a means to an end. Since she emotionally invests so much, so quickly, in her man of choice—he mightn't even realize it given her signature chill—Scorpio may use sex as a safeguard to seal the deal. She pours it on in bed, pulling out all stops to ensure she'll rank among, if not be, his best. Embodying the fixed-water (focused-feeling) combination of her sign, she seeks to be a man's obsession, a crystallization of his desire—it's the primary manner in which the Scorpion paralyzes her prey. Bidding him to be still and just kick back, she goes to town pleasing him with a battery of acts most wouldn't dream of performing. She can be a veritable succubus, even having at her man while he's asleep. To this Chthonian character, practically nothing is a gross-out as her hands and mouth may make their way to places where the sun don't shine. She enjoys getting to the root of a man's matter, well acquainted with hidden areas that serve as male G-spots. Completely unsqueamish, Scorpio is apt to actually enjoy "swallowing" or, say, indulging in a man's feet or armpits—even water sports may be inbounds for Scorpio woman. In general, she's more turned on by the European model of penis than the standard American sort, preferring people in their natural state. She likes a little messiness in a man—fussy types who wax, shave, or overly preen themselves won't last long in her favor-just as she likes to sweat up and otherwise soak the sheets, totally aroused by healthy body odor, especially a man's musky scent. In rare instances, she will forgo showering post sex, perhaps even swapping undies with her lover to keep the excitement going throughout the day.

Scorpio's oral skills would put many a porn star to shame. Naturally equipped with a deep throat, she greedily gobbles up her lover, able to accommodate even a jumbo-sized schlong. Though it may take her some time to achieve her own climax, Scorpio's eventual explosion could be so extreme as to practically knock her unconscious. Not especially bendy, sex is rarely acrobatic—rather, she is her version of groovy, easily getting into a steady staccato rhythm. Scorpio is the sign of sex, after all, with the Serpent as one of its symbols—in tantric thought, a female serpent, Kundalini, is said to be coiled around the lowest chakra, that of the pelvis. More tantric even than Virgo woman, Scorpio naturally knows how to wake the snake inside, her breathing during sex working in perfect synchronicity with the muscles of her vagina—this accounts for any delay in orgasm, as she lets it come rather than forcing it to happen. She becomes one with the sex act, which seems to put her into a trancelike state. Not heady in the least, the bedroom is one place where she doesn't play any mind games, barely uttering a word to her lover, though she may make a great deal of primal, guttural sounds. Losing herself so completely in a sexual frenzy, Scorpio doesn't always know her own strength; her lover needs to be a sturdy fellow with a great deal of staying power, as she requires a long, hard ride. Quicky Dickies need not apply; she seeks a real slow Joe with no place to go. And she requires a daily dose of it, too. Indeed, Scorpio always looks as if she's just had a good romp—her hair disheveled, her lips somewhat swollen or chaffed, her gait a bit stiff (from soreness, one imagines), her appetite forever hardy. In fact, few women benefit as readily from the actual physiological shift that sexual release elicits—Scorpio is famous for wearing a look of just-****** freshness.

Of all the women in the zodiac, Scorpio may be the most open to anal sex. She likes the inherent naughtiness of such an act, always wanting to be that much more "advanced" than her female friends, shocking the more prudish ladies in her set with matter-of-fact recountings of whatever new trick she has tried in bed. Variety spices things up, and she feels as much at ease shopping for dildos as she does lacy doilies. If any woman has a toy or two stashed in her undies drawer, it's the Scorpio, forever seeking to reach new heights by the down-and-dirtiest means imaginable. Like her male counterpart, the female Scorpio has a wee sadistic streak. She finds great pleasure in rendering a man helpless, tying him up and torturing him with, at the very least, a little tickling. Disciplinarian fantasies perfectly fit her psychological bill—she may be an outright dominatrix, turned on by enslaving a submissive man, seeing him grovel for her sexual attention, saddle-soaping her leather unmentionables in the meantime. Of course, her need for control rarely manifests in such an extreme or fetishistic manner—typically, she just bosses her mate around, telling him where to touch, lick, nibble, or penetrate and at what appointed time. Scorpio is never the docile damsel who'll make a man feel like big daddy even by feigning innocence or ignorance. However, as authoritative as she notoriously is, she is hardly the jealous type. In fact, Scorpios are surprisingly open and forgiving of lovers who go astray—sex is sex, not something to be morally hung up about. (She isn't as revealing about her own sideline activities, however.) On occasion, she may be amenable to letting another woman join in, the hapless third being used rather like a toy for their amusement. In such scenarios, Scorpio's latent sadism seeps out as she may subconsciously punish the other woman for simply being there.

Pretty women pretty much turn every Scorpio female on, the latent masculine Mars energy within especially inspiring ditty hard-ons for dewy-faced natural beauties. Gay or straight, all Spider women have a bit of the sapphic about them. She is sometimes angered by the palpable effect women have on her since, when faced with the hottest stud imaginable, she hardly bats an eye. And she doesn't like being taken unawares. To mask any flustered feelings, Scorpio overcompensates, acting all the more superior, immediately taking the power position. When she does actually identify as a lesbian, Scorpio is notoriously mysterious about it; like her astrological neighbor Libra, she is not a big believer in hard-and-fast labels. Drawn to wholesome girls-next-door, she adopts a worldly-wise demeanor, trying to appeal as both mentor and mother hen. The girliest girls have the greatest appeal—round little-dumpling ingenues, fresh as daisies and just as sweet to pluck. Adopting an adept's attitude, Scorpio looks to educate such a lovely Rita, literally leading out what sexy instincts might be lurking beneath the surface of so spotless a psyche.

Playing the sophisticated lady, Scorpio seduces that wide-eyed beauty in such a subtle manner that it all seems innocent enough at first, It may begin with an invitation to the gym or for a beauty treatment or simply a girly "sleepover" with the swapping of stories and pedicures accompanied by cocktails or champagne. But soon, the conversation swings toward sex, with the Scorpio grilling her "friend" on every particular of her erotic history, alighting on the subject of lesbian contact. Given the Scorpio's instinctual power, she's pretty confident in her gaydar. She enjoys uncovering a closeted woman's secret tales of sapphic love, hoping to be the next page in that chapter herself. Though as a teen the gay Scorpio will be out clubbing every night, as an adult she steers clear of queer bars, finding such an environment too obviously based on sex. On some level, she needs to be entering virgin territory, sensing a woman thrills to the experience as only a relative neophyte can. Appealing to her need for control, she slowly takes a woman on an erotic journey, in full charge of the proceedings, as always. As the zodiac's daughter of Pluto, she shows a lover the ecstatic heights that might be achieved via the depths of—sometimes degrading and debauched—sexual delights. Unlike her gay-male counterpart, Scorpio lesbian lands herself in relationship after relationship, never alone for long, often overlapping her liaisons. Sexually aware at a young age, she will have had many schoolgirl experiences, whether initiated by older superiors on a sports team or within fuzzy best-friend bonds. If anyone were to be head cheerleader, dating the football captain, only to be secretly rubbing pom-poms with her squad mates on the side, it's the Scorpio, whose youthful lesbian history reads like erotica, or all-out porn, albeit geared to a male audience. Indeed, she'll be the first on the block to have engaged in group fun, with members of both sexes, if not having hosted such a soiree while her parents were out of town. Sex is power to the gay Scorpio girl, who taunts the more prudish femmes in her midst—a dynamic that continues throughout her adult life, as she scratches, if not sniffs, at the surface of another woman's puritanical standards, seeking to corrupt her with prurient deeds. Often working in industries flooded with females, typically at the top of the heap where her bossiness is best put to use, Scorpio has a pool of pretties to pick from, pets whom she'll both prep for promotions and wield her power over. Minus the butch wardrobe, she plays Peppermint Patty to a submissive Marcy, decidedly wearing the pantsuit in the relationship.

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Originally posted by 11nahyt:
Ahhh. Who would have thought that such placements could produce such a generous,sweet human being! Lol . J/k j/k...

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Hahaha!