posted June 24, 2013 07:29 PM            

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Originally posted by 7thGuardian:
10'th House (MC) in Aries
Moon in Aries (MC)

What does it say? ^^

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posted June 24, 2013 07:37 PM            

I'm open to any of the options, if you get the chance!

I've got my MC in Gemini conjunct my Jupiter in Cancer.

posted June 24, 2013 07:38 PM            

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Originally posted by I'm so cappy:
I want too!
I'm female. MC in Gemini. No planets in the 10th but my Taurus Mars conjuncts MC from the 9th house.

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Hello there girly! Tell me what you think, please!!

Sex + Sexuality for Gemini Female:

Whether drawing upon the Eve of expulsion, Helen, or Eris, Gemini woman is metaphorically endowed with a controversial character. Just as Helen's name translates to "torch," so does it carry the synonymous meanings of firebrand, hellion, agitator, ringleader, marplot, or provocateur, all of which are applicable to astrology's little Tinker Bell. But Gemini isn't conscious of this archetypal weight, at least not wholly so. As the zodiac's daughter of Mercury, she is perpetually lodged at his crossroads domain. Controversy, literally "alternating directions," is her birthright. The expression "the girl can't help it" had to have been coined after a Twins. And when it comes to love, especially, our Gemini is bound to be star-crossed. Indeed, she is most definitely challenged in affairs of the heart; still, at the same time her experience of love is something many of us can only dream of.

Gemini girl storms the sexual arena, chewing on that apple, her mind newly awake to the myriad stimuli that electrify her sign-ruled nervous system. And just as eating the fruit of the tree of knowledge gave rise to understanding the world as a system of pairs of opposites (which is what sent the first couple frantically groping for fig leaves), Gemini is perpetually eager to play "you show me yours and I'll show you mine," her infamous curiosity driving her at the core. Not only that: It seems that part and parcel of munching forbidden fruit is an attraction to a fellow who's extremely opposite to herself, causing controversy, first and foremost, on the home front and especially in the eyes of her father. She may be drawn to someone considered too old, too fast, too married; she may form a killer crush on an outright hoodlum; a boy across a racial fence; one from that "wrong" side of the tracks, or the "right" side as it is often Gemini who is the societal underdog. She is the daughter of Mercury after all, the urban god of rabble-rousers, who was the primo deity of Roman plebeians, the working class, at whom the ruling-class patricians looked down their noses. Gemini, often regardless of how silver a spoon she is fed from, tends to espouse an urban homegirl sensibility, the proverbial 'hood being under Mercury's rule. In medieval times, the god was the patron of 3rd House guilds and merchants, the latter term being derived from his name. Helen was indeed a most precious commodity, her marriage, like that of all women historically up to the modern age, a point of trade.

Likewise, in the biblical line, the Fall, brought about by Eve's actions, necessitates living by one's wits, which, extending the analogy, were purchased at a heavy price: The expelled, antediluvian Eve and her progeny had to survive by the sweat of their brow, amid family feuding—Cain and Abel are each purported to have had twin sisters, such suspicions of incest being unavoidable. And before you can say Angelina Jolie, we see the emergence in Genesis of the wheely-dealy side of human nature, rife as it is with Mercurial deceit, trickery, and thievery, key ingredients in the gathering storm of post-Fall human decadence culminating in the purging flood, represented by the succeeding sign of Cancer, fittingly the cardinal-water sign of the zodiac. Meanwhile, the metaphorical experience of these streety 3rd House attributes are packaged into our pretty little Geminian bird, making her the tough-and-tender gamine she is. In short, her love life is all very West Side Story, characterized, as it was, by a sort of social divide. The element of air signifies the mental experience as well as the social one. Such that, just as the Twins girl is subject to a division in her rational relation to the often harsh realities of the world, she also tends to have to cope with one form or another of a cultural crossroads.

Just when you thought the mention of West Side Story was a throwaway reference, there's more: When it comes to the advent of love, Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, the basis for the aforementioned musical, is an exploration of the Geminian experience, from soup to nuts. The play treats the mutable air world of social disorder, played out in an urban landscape. Every Mercury-ruled 3rd House theme under the sun is folded into the mix—a family feud between two merchant houses is the backdrop for Romeo and Juliet (nigh on completing her fourteenth year of life), who hastily rush into star-crossed love. The play itself is already a retelling of the Helen myth, or rather an untelling of it, as Shakespeare has Juliet betrothed to Paris, making him now into the Menelaus whom the beloved girl throws over in favor of the forbidden fruit of Romeo. Romeo describes Juliet, too, in Helenesque terms, saying she "teaches the torches to burn bright." They first profess their love to one another in the Capulets' apple orchard, only to end up in their shared tomb, like Adam and Eve expelled from the garden and ultimately robbed of their immortality. What Shakespeare calls their "death-marked love" isn't lost on the Gemini girl, for whom, as in all great romances, an element of the unrequited is de rigueur. First, like Juliet, Gemini is living proof of love at first sight, all else fuzzing out of focus when she spots a boy who takes her sign-ruled breath away—the existence of this phenomenon is still debated by dubious philosophers; for sure, not one of whom are Gemini women. The 3rd House rule of immediate experience isn't just relegated to that of the familiar, indeed familial surroundings, but to Mercury's rule of the instantaneous.

Although Gemini is a mental air sign, it is not a rational one. The sign corresponds to the reptilian brain, which is the primitive bit in humans, similar to that in modern reptiles and their flying cousins, birds. Fittingly, many Geminian concerns are housed in this part of the organ: It rules those antediluvian survival instincts like hoarding and mating as well as ritualistic behavior, including courtship. It also controls automatic responses like breathing as well as the opposite instincts for fight and flight, fear and lust, love and hate, the last two comprising the thin-lined main theme of Shakespeare's play. Indeed, the name Juliet, a feminine diminutive of Julius, comes from the Greek oulos meaning "downy," another aviary reference chalked up to the Twins bird. Love at first sight is thus an automatic response that seems to control Gemini girl more than any other sign; but, by the same token, its exclusive usage is something out of which she must evolve, learning to employ her conscious thought more, well, mindfully. Like Juliet, and all her archetypal figures, Gemini acts hastily, without thought to consequence. Though she tends not to look both ways at the intersection of love, which might see her getting clobbered, many would give their frontal lobes for such a full-on experience of love overwhelming. For Gemini, it is unavoidable that she hurtle head over heels into the abyss of l'amour. And doing so, for ill or nil, only serves to toughen this bird up as time goes on.

Just as the 14-21 age group associated with the sign portrays a shift from dependent to independent thought in the individual, so, too, does Juliet shift in the play from an ancillary, conditional character to a freethinking unconditional one. She moves from using her reptilian, ritualistic brain associated with inherited automatic responses (which, by rights, should signal repulsion to a Montague) to employing her own noggin, as if for the first time, like Eve independent of God's conditional world where He does the thinking for you. In the urban jungle, however, one must develop one's sustainable plots for survival. Such a process will come to characterize the whole of the eternal 14-21-year-old's life, whereby, you might say, her inner Clytemnestra, the human, rational, indeed calculating (if not ironically cold-blooded) part of herself systematically replaces the instinctually vulnerable and thus potentially troublemaking Helenesque side. In the meantime, Gemini tends to lose her head every time love comes to town, or so it seems to those intimately associated with her. Her motto, "I think," thus becomes a quantitative question of how much or how little. Poor star-crossed Gemini: Unlike her male counterpart, who indulges in the 3rd House attributes of friends and immediate family, not seeming to get enough of this level of companionship, the Twins girl can't seem to escape it becoming a trap.

As with Juliet, Eve, or Helen, expectations are heaped on the Gemini girl that she adhere to a vision of her future, typically designed and held by her parents, who nonetheless fail, in her estimation anyway, to fully meet her immediate needs. She may, in fact, unconsciously seek out such Romeos as she knows will raise the ire of her loved ones. Whatever the case may be, when it comes to love, her decision-making, or lack thereof, tends to upset the familial applecart. Even when the choice of fellow is fine by them and Gemini brings home the school valedictorian, the reaction to the relationship might be the same as it would have been if she had brought home a forty-five-year-old, tattooed, nipple-pierced, ex-con cult leader named Daddy, and for one simple reason: The Twins girl's personality tends to shift so abruptly from what is her usual autocratic, if not tyrannical character on the home front—where she's incidentally always been that calculated Clytemnestra—to a suddenly simpering invertebrate that it would seem to anybody who knows Ms. Bossy that the relationship is turning her into an unequivocal bimbo. It's only natural to blame the guy as the newly introduced stimulus. Whatever the case, the notoriously scrappy and clever schoolgirl seems to go out the window with the advent of love, and those close to her can't help but worry that the Gemini's sense of self (at least as they always knew it) is in jeopardy. To be fair, she might have doormat written all over her and even fellows with noble intentions are hard-pressed not to turn into opportunistic snakes in the grass. And the pattern repeats. Of course, the knee-jerk reaction is to try to stop, indeed forbid, the Twins girl from further ingratiating herself via relationships. But we all know what that does psychologically. As in the Fantastiks, yet another Romeo-and-Juliet-based musical, the fathers of the would-be lovers prevent their growing children from seeing one another, twisting the familiar theme, in a plot to ensure they'll marry in defiance. Likewise, the surest way to see a Gemini engage in any behavior is to tell her she's disallowed, barred. The defiant goddess of discord rises in her and social disorder ensues.

Revolting against rules is what Gemini, with that apple in her, is all about. The truth is, love interest from a male, specifically in Gemini's early development, is tantamount to the attention she has felt lacking all her life, generally as a result of parental focus being placed on one or more either shining or troubled siblings. If Eris teaches us anything, it's that feeling slighted is the root of all discordant social action. Unfortunately, the adopted airheaded personality Gemini presents to a beau often sees her getting carried away, and her haste to be loved, please, and be pleased might result in her being left holding the bag. Circumspection in sex, especially, isn't the Gemini's strongest suit. Overtones of succumbing to the snake in the garden being obvious, Gemini's own personal paradise is all too often lost by the dashboard light—signature fallout ensues—and the result of heedless sexual action tends to plague Gemini in any number of forms. She risks sending a would-be Romeo the wrong message: that screwing around so easily isn't something she does just with him. There is the rumor mill to think about and her local reputation, both aspects of the 3rd House. There are the de rigueur I-told-you-so's by nosy friends, family, even neighbors. Poor Gemini, she can't seem to do anything without its affecting those in her immediate vicinity, a power, however, she can and typically will come to harnass as her own special astrological weapon for conquering the world. For better or worse, there is no such thing as an isolated instance in her experience. For all her lack of forethought, she torments herself in hindsight. Her motto, "I think," now carries the subtitle "too much" as she neurotically examines every possible consequence to her actions. Guilt, especially, becomes the downside of her Mercury-ruled guile. Suddenly that apple gets stuck in her throat.

Love at first sight, for the zodiac's Juliet, invariably morphs into the unrequited variety, amid a cyclone of variables. Since she's typically so young, falling hard for an equally callow fellow, there isn't much chance outside of sixteenth-century Verona that she'd be considered old enough to marry. There's that familial disapproval. Perhaps ensuing gossip surrounding her "fast" Mercurial nature. Her mind becomes a whirl of every possible opinion others might have of her. Sometimes, as is human nature, rejection by an inamorato sends her reeling into a need for validation. Ironically taking on what (she thinks!) are others' projections, she might fall into a sort of sexual perdition, looking for love in all the wrong places. More gossip. More neurotic thoughts. Of any female, she is most easily targeted by often older snakes who see in her an opportunity to assert a sexual agenda. More wanting to please; seeking validation, Gemini flirts with disaster. Drugs might ease the pain, silence her thoughts. She's sending signals of vulnerability. It can become a feeding frenzy, Helen's forsworn suitors breaking their oath to protect her. There is a parallel pattern: When the Gemini is creatively gifted, she often has such divine talents, that they, like her capability for love, are immortalizing. The zodiac's precious cargo, thus, is likewise haggled over and exploited by the world of men as a near analogy of the dynamic her love life can take. More gossip. More derision. Guilt. Self-loathing. Nervous anxiety. The gathering storm. The ensuing cyclone: And like Dorothy Gale (her surname a symbol itself of mutable air) she gathers up her all (Toto, in translation) and longs to get away, to flyaway, like that happy little bluebird. But before you can say Eve: Portrait of a Teenage Runaway, such an exodus of biblical or made-for-TV proportions, we realize, is strictly a metaphorical one. Gemini girl never gets to Oz. Her world is the black-and-white experience of good-versus-bad duality expressed by familial Kansas; as we'll see, Leo woman, drawing on the Huntress archetype, embodies the Technicolor chase along some golden path or another, while for the Twins it will rightly remain a dream.

Expulsion will take the form of self-imposed exile while Gemini comes to grips with some brand of personal fall into the pits, a normal disposition of her astrological inheritance—fearing that her all, again Toto, will be swallowed up by that ugly Gulch. If still living at home—she can be in her thirties before leaving the roost—Gemini may end up behind a closed door at the end of the hallway, leaking sad songs that speak to her pain and isolation. The storm has overwhelmed her mind. And though she may stay for years in a cocoon of segregation, rolling her eyes and sneering her lip at loved ones, she will eventually change identities, Juliet to Lolita, Helen to Clytemnestra, underdog to butterfly, still delicate but, unlike the rest of us mere mortals, able to let fly her myriad fascinations. Solitary confinement, if only of the metaphorical kind, brings Gemini to her senses, literally connecting her winged Mercurial head to the raw, heretofore flailing nerve upon which she lives. Not to suggest that she'll emerge from the pits with some new spiritually awakened personality, not at all. She'll be the same two people she's always been. Only now, she will channel them at will, not unconsciously causing a stir, but resolutely doing so. So now if some snakey Humbert Humbert comes along, she turns the tables, letting him think he's getting his way while she works her own agenda. Lolita, remember, had a secret Romeo stashed away the whole while she sucked that lollipop and used her lecherous father figure as a vehicle to establishing her own life, where she was boss of the bungalow, a helpmate to a young husband who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Gemini thus turns to the world of men who were once beyond her ken and asks the musical question "Who's zoomin' who?" She harnesses the power of her vulnerability, bringing opportunistic wheeler-dealers out of the woodwork, those who, thinking they have a pushover on their hands, unwittingly do her bidding. She releases that schoolgirl sexuality right smack-dab in the middle of her most professional of dealings. Indeed there isn't a sector of life in which Gemini doesn't disarm the so-called ruling patriarchy, grabbing the good old boy network by the balls and twisting their dual Humbert2 designs, to be her patron-*** -partner, to her best advantage. She comes to realize that she's able to work mutable-air magic, making others think what she wants them to think with nothing more than a wink and a prayer. This is her gift: to make people feel her only game plan is to please. And, thereby, Gemini is sought after; her very association feels like a favor that's been selflessly granted. And, here's the kicker, who can say no to someone who asks for so little?

With all the stops she pulls out, portraying the ingenue to gain ground in virtually every endeavor, she will have put an end to such game-playing in her personal life. She is far too naturally susceptible to emotional pain and suffering to expose herself to even the slightest possibility of hurt. Bruising oh so easily in situations through which others might sail unscathed, she steers clear of any man with whom the possibility of a romantic bond might give rise to a roller-coaster ride, which, quite frankly, her nerves cannot abide. Practicality becomes her primary focus in the securing of a relationship. Crossing the street if some slick male character comes her way, she'll start to shadow guys who pose no imaginable threat. Boyish fellows with whom she establishes a pals-y friendship are the safe bets she seeks, slowly transitioning the relationship into one that includes romance. Before the guy even knows his new best friend has bigger plans for him, she might already be perusing china patterns. What Gemini wants most is to be stimulated mentally, to find a mate with whom she has shared interests if not parallel professional designs where, pooling resources, two heads can be more powerful than one. Just as Gemini guy looks for an almost exact female counterpart who'll perpetuate a lifestyle similar to his own upbringing, Gemini girl seeks to trade in her set of familial circumstances for a whole new one. Typically, this informs her choice of mate more than she might admit even to herself. She wants to wave good-bye to anything she deems dysfunctional in her past, and as she will invariably become part of her mate's family—in many respects like a sibling—she is picky as to the kind of brood she chooses to marry into. What she especially prizes is a family with strong parental influence, in contrast to what she might consider the stifling force of her own, one where both emotional and even financial support could be forthcoming. She is not symbiotic with a mate; rather, she sees marriage especially as two people rolling up their sleeves and digging into the day-today duties at hand, in a very businesslike partnership. Whether or not she and a mate work together, she will take on the role of the eyes and ears of the relationship, information central. You want to get to him? You'll have to go through her. In this way, she determines that her mate will have no distraction from his (read: her) plan and thus have no excuses for not increasing productivity and their own financial payoff. Even when going off to their separate places of employment, she will typically act as his public relations representative, a mouthpiece geared at casting a wider net so he needn't waste time on such outreach. It's automatic for her anyway—she is a spinmaster, facilitating her loved one's endeavors. When she has children, it will be the same with them, much to the skulking chagrin of offspring, who'll label her overbearing to say the least. Often, she will choose a mate with questionable social skills who won't fight, but wholeheartedly welcome her being the front man. She cannot and will not be in a lasting relationship where the man is under some lord-and-master delusion. She is astrologically predetermined to feel like a potential bird in a gilded cage who nonetheless yearns to fly free. This, more than anything, will inform her choice of partner. Ironically, though she'll keep her guy on a rather short leash, she typically has clauses written into her contract that see her jetting off with friends, or on solo business, where she can practice her more glamorous persona of the eternal coquette.

When it comes to sex, it is Gemini's habit to feign naïveté. Even in her practical, long-term relationships, the bedroom is one place she can't help but put on a bit of a show. While still in that dating pool, there's something intriguing, to many a man, about a woman who appears wet behind the ears, especially when one senses she's similarly conditioned in a certain other key spot. More importantly, this so-called sexual illiteracy disarms any guy who (even if kidding himself) believes that such neophytism means she has no great experience with which to compare him. In this way, Gemini instinctually lets a man off the hook of having to perform spectacularly, something she finds (from experience) to be a hurdle to the kind of low-stakes roll in the hay she enjoys anyway. Most importantly it takes any burden off her—she can't be pressured to engage in any acts that are too elaborate or invasive, and so she'll claim exemption on the grounds of her supposed novice status. She doesn't like to go too deep into a sexual experience, literally or figuratively, much preferring to keep activities light and superficial. Moreover, she likes the focus of behavior to be geared toward her pleasure. To her credit, this ruse tends to work like a charm, inspiring a guy's gentlemanly nature, insuring he proceeds gingerly, easing her into more advanced play. What she withholds in actual participation she makes up for with a show of enthusiasm. Part and parcel of being that ingénue is embodying a certain eager curiosity, a teach-me-teach-me attitude that motivates a man to take a protective if not a professorial attitude toward her sexual education. In a sense, all men become Nabokov's nutty professor, Lolita's sexual mentor, Humbert Humbert, a name that perfectly represents the duplicity Gemini woman projects onto a man, as either the laudable educator or downright lech. It is indeed amazing what she can accomplish with a simple vacant (all the while knowing) look, leaving it up to a man to handle her with care. She may be blatantly vulnerable, but she pretty much goes willingly, rarely needing to put up a fuss since it's already planted in her partner's mind that he's conveying precious cargo when he takes Gemini on an erotic trip. She plays the protégé, literally the "protected," seeking to be taken under her man's wing.

In Eve's archetypal perspective of fallen angel, Helen's going along so willingly with her kidnapping, or Lolita's losing her lolly with a pop, we see that it's in Gemini's erotic nature to portray the good girl going bad. Role-playing is endemic to her sex life as, in a way, she's never not engaging in it. So long as one indulges the noble lie that she is undertaking certain activities only because they are being sprung on her, as if for the first time, Gemini can be a fairly adventurous sexual partner. She will alight upon many acts and positions during a single interlude, so long as she's never made to explore any one too profoundly. Her skin is sensitive and may react wildly to even the slightest touch. The innate vulnerability associated with the sign is poignantly expressed during sex, where it seems to take so very little to please the nervy bundle that is our beautiful Gemini. Just as she is a master of psychological manipulation, she, in turn, likes to be physically teased, the element of surprise being highly arousing to her. She may even enjoy being tied down occasionally, with a steady partner, that is, who'll take her to the edge, with light touches and licks, of how much tactile torment she can take. For the Gemini, whose mind is always racing ahead, there is much excitement to be derived from expectation. While in such a helpless Helenesque state, she'll thrill at being baited by a man, say, rubbing his dog around her kitty, dipping in and out, or, if she feels emotionally secure, even screwing her while she remains restrained. Despite the particular delight she feels in being bridled, she may banish such behavior entirely if those old feelings of insecurity are released as a result. A lover must always remain alert and flexible to her ever-changing moods.

When it comes to intercourse, the Twins actually prefers to be on top, where she can control the pace and positioning. Having a guy plow her often feels too much like a violation, and she has no patience for a man, even her long-term lover, just wanting to get off. There is always a sense of the Gemini self-pleasuring in bed, as if her partner is a mere tool for her own masturbatory masterwork. She won't, however, tolerate being similarly engaged. Gemini will always retain an aspect of wanting to lose herself in sex. Playing capture can be cute, but it's total rapture she's really after, being transfixed by the sexual act without necessarily having to credit the man who's on hand to help her achieve this aim. He's there to provide the ride. And Gemini can be downright bossy in the bedroom, often forgetting that her lover's role isn't only to do her bidding. Consequently, she often enters into relationships with sexually immature men, or even somewhat namby-pamby ones—opting for an opposite type to the overbearing men she may have felt abused by at some point in her past. Besides, as a mutable mix of masculine and female energies, as befits Mercury's androgynous neutered glyph suggests, Gemini feels a commonality with a guy who possesses a strong, sensitive feminine side. In some cases, she may even thrive on sexually overpowering a decidedly fey male. Whereas most women find male homosexuality a hands-down turnoff, the Gemini may be both psychologically intrigued and erotically titillated. In fact, she'd sooner engage in a threesome with two men as opposed to the more commonplace girl-guy-girl menage, knowing she won't be the overwhelming focus. She might get off on watching what transpires sexually between guys, if for no other reason than to satisfy her infamous curiosity, seeing what she knows most women will never see. Watching such a tryst, she is rather unshockable as, like her Libran air-sign cousin, she can be something of an honorary gay man herself.

Gemini is probably the most versatile sexual creature in the zodiac. Life lived at the proverbial crossroads sees her going where the wind takes her more than any other woman on the astrological block. She approaches sex like a schoolgirl armed with a little four-way, folded-paper "cootie catcher," randomly exploring all directions, often opening a new "door" onto unexpected and unexplored sexual territory. No female is more naturally bisexual, and Gemini often acts on same-sex curiosity early in life. Anything that smacks of forbidden fruit, remember, begs Gemini to be sometimes literally munched, the ruby variety included. For all this sexual "blowin' in the wind" (Bob Dylan is a Gemini, of course) she tends to eschew hard-and-fast labels, deeming herself a "people person." Having said that, when the Gemini does identify as gay (even if on a temporary basis—not an unlikely scenario either), she tends to be most in-your-face about it. If and when she is made to feel she shouldn't be doing something due to societal pooh-poohing (let's face it, it's not a perfect world and biases do exist), the Twins girl will go that much further to cause controversy, the proverbial apple lodged deep in her gullet. Meaning, if, say, Gemini attends a stodgy family gathering, she won't discreetly bring her girlfriend but will sooner arrive in matching outfits, each wearing one of a set of earrings, and make quite a little show of her bond, affectation taking priority over pure affection. Call it the Eris in her. Or the Anne Heche. Either way it begs the question: Is Gemini sometimes in gay relationships simply for the effect? At least, it's a question that might occur to her lover, perhaps after Gemini has up and flown the coop. Making a display is Gemini's astrological legacy, just as it is for her so-called opposite sign of Sagittarius—not really opposites at all but rather "octaves" of one another. Whereas for Sag, the Lady Godiva of the zodiac, all is pomp and circumstance, for Gemini life is rather like a staged coup or demonstration, launched from a rather underdog perspective.

Perhaps as a symptom of that 14-21 age group associated with her sign, the Gemini bird is acutely aware of pecking orders and so-called popularity. When actually that age herself, she is rather more advanced then her peers and tends to seek out the company of those just that much older than herself. She is drawn to a more mature in-crowd, emulating if not outright imprinting on glamorous girls, that is, as she sees them. Being so naturally bisexual a character, she will rarely experience all-out lesbian crushes; rather her feelings, even of lust, will be wrapped up in worship, friendship, envy, and 3rd House sibling adoration all in equal measure. As her ruler Mercury is the closest orbiting planet to the Sun, our little Geminian moth is drawn to sunny golden girls whom she hopes will dote on her with that same sense of sisterly affection. She basks in such reflected light, adopted as the kid, that eternal gamine to those she considers estimable goddesses. By association, those her own age see her as an exalted figure. Again, our Gemini is, in a sense, two people. Gay Gemini incorporates this sort of dynamic into her adult experience. For the interminable teenager, the world is one big high school; and the Gemini is just as proficient at infiltrating the beau monde as she is getting in good with the senior cheerleaders when she herself is merely a freshman. Developing an appetite for glamour and gossip early in life, while the Taurus teen might selfishly be scanning Vogue and Harper's Bazaar for beauty tips, Gemini is perusing Vanity Fair and other glitterati rags for the latest dish-and-dirt. Once venturing out on her own, the zodiac's original urbanite will typically gravitate toward the big city, attracted by professions that perpetuate this buzzy lifestyle. Fashion and entertainment are big draws to the Geminian, who prefers to "work it," in these industries, even if just behind the scenes. She is the perfect fashion, hair, or makeup stylist; she's a human Rolodex who makes a great artist, model, or photographer agent or booker; the consummate manager or public relations consultant—jobs where she might find herself gilded by association with the rich and famous. Even when Gemini is herself a celeb, she will generally be self-effacing in the face of more glamorous notables in contrast to whom she'll remain her gaga gamine self.

That proverbial people person, gay Gemini is rarely exclusively lesbian in her associations, having a slew of straight friends and especially gay male friends with whom she'll cavort. She will, however, be a card-carrying member of the gay-girl mafia, an exclusive set of stylish women who love women, aiding and abetting her sisters in their personal and professional lives as she is likewise given such assists. Gemini is the preeminent networker and is often "the person to know" in whatever industry one might be attempting to maneuver. She is a lookist and will typically only associate with a highly presentable crowd, that viewpoint carrying over to her love relationships as well. Though she doesn't have a specific type, of anyone, gay Gemini is something of a modelizer, bound to bag as many waify would-be mannequins as she might. She may also be a bit of a starfucker, thinking nothing of dating someone purely because she's famous. Popularity is forever impressive to Gemini, as she tends to venture her own success on ye olde adage "It's not what you know, it's who you know." This carries over into her world of wooing just as it is a mantra in her professional life. Though there is a strong splinter group of ultrabutch Geminis who are so fetishistic about masculinity they practically live as men, exhibiting no irony in palling around with straight guys, even falling into such stereotypically macho behavior as would make the casual armchair feminist cringe, the majority of gay Twins girls are enticingly androgynous in look and demeanor. A sexy sprite, manicured and pedicured beneath her catcher's mitt and cleats, Gemini is a tenderhearted toughie who wants to be romanced by a lover but also likes to call the shots. She and her invariably gorgeous girlfriend will generally be attached at the ultrahip, attending what the Twins girl deems to be important social events, often never far from the snap of paparazzi. She likes the ritual of dressing for a date (almost more than the date itself), sharing the mirror, swapping jewelry and accessories with her mate, who is also, well, her mate. Something about Gemini's relationships smacks strongly of continental, urban-dwelling teenagers, pinkies locked, strolling down life's boulevard—side-by-side bonds, and boon companions, being attributes of her astrological house. And, in a certain sense, Gemini's lover is like the sister she never had—even when she does have them, the association is characterized by rivalry more than it is camaraderie. She can be Twinsy in the extreme, opting for those matching outfits (thankfully irony is employed here) and two-for-one, typically pixie haircuts. Already sentimental by nature, the Twins girl can be a real mushpot in the expression of her affection, often buying her lover little gifties and celebrating the moments of their life. She is the queen of quick getaways, generally opting for a sunny retreat and a convertible rental car. Indeed, many Geminians seek subtropical metropolises for their infamous relocations, which, as luck would have it, are often the setting for, among other attractions, year-round photo shoots and a model-infested nightlife.

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Originally posted by PeterPan:
I got cappricorn midheaven, tightly conjunct jupiter, neptune is also at the end of the 10th house.

saturn in 12th house in aries.
12th house in pisces :9

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Hey there PeterPan! How's Wendy?

You might be a bit of Sagittarius or Pisces so have a read of Pisces and in the meantime, here's Saggy!

If this doesn't make sense, give a read to the Capricorn male and tell me how it fits, please.

Sex + Sexuality for Sagittarius Male:

Sagittarius has incredible luck with the ladies. From the moment he possesses a libido, Sag finds he has ample opportunity to act upon it. As an adolescent his signature athleticism makes him a hero and a heartthrob to hormonally raging girls to whom he appeals on that very visceral level. Typically, all through his teens and twenties, Sag will sow more than his fair share of wild oats. Sex is yet another activity that offers him those signature sought-after thrills. In fact, he can become addictive in his behavior, particularly in his desire to experience the ecstasy of climax. If Sag isn't having sex, he's thinking of having it, or, as is frequently the case, enjoying sex all by himself Of all the males in the zodiac, nobody is more the notorious masturbator than the Sagittarian—and not just as a quick means to an end, but often as an elaborate processional of pleasure. Even when involved in a heated sexual relationship, or serial-dating as he is wont to do, Sag will still enjoy his onanistic practice. To the mind of this Dionysian son of Jupiter, quantity can be as significant as quality when it comes to the erotic experience: Any sex is good sex, and he wants to experience it with women, and sometimes men, too, of every size, shape, descent, and disposition. Fortunately for Sag, his own brand of looks and blatant virility meet with widespread appreciation. More than most, he personifies the type of man about whom women fantasize—a charismatic yet carefree character, naturally athletic but a bit messy and rough around the edges. In the savage world of sexual conquests, Sagittarius man is considered big game. And though he often fulfills a woman's wildest imaginings, many females might choose to relegate such a man to the realm of fantasy or a one-off sexcapade, opting for a more docile, down-to-earth male as a long-term partner.

Despite his desire for a variety of sexual partners, Sag is looking for a monogamous, permanent relationship once all such oats are sown. He seeks a major merger with a woman who must be willing to utterly join with him. Granted, he typically shops for his ideal mate amongst a population of women with model-worthy looks—Why not? he figures—and yet, it is a sense of humor, an insouciant, jovial nature that he'll prize more than beauty. Still, Sagittarius is turned on by glamour, proud to be carting around an awe-inspiring beauty that other men are sure to ogle. The Archer, rarely at a loss for dates, starts shooting "higher and higher" in his attempts to score a relationship, thriving on the challenge and thrill that such romantically lofty pursuits provide. Often, it is flamboyance or even fame that Sag finds most attractive in a mate; again, not because he is a status seeker per se but rather because such an association suggests excitement. Notoriety, particularly of the global variety, is an attribute of his ruling big-daddy planet, Jupiter, just another expression of Sag's expansive nature—more is more, bigger is better. By the same token, Sag doesn't deal in trifling, casual relationships: He either sleeps with someone and moves right along, sending the occasional maintenance postcard should he later decide to dock again at that port, or he seeks to fold a woman completely into his life, like some large conglomerate swallowing up a smaller, vital enterprise.

To be with the Sagittarian long-term, a woman must realize that resistance to being absorbed into his imaginative vision of life is futile. This rare, willing woman he stumbles upon might already embrace her own soaring view of existence; though typically Sag is drawn to someone for whom he can unlock the doors of perception, exposing a more insular partner to his particular brand of wide-eyed optimism. The irony, however, is that Sag's mate must be so confident as to never feel threatened by his need to perform such a spiritual makeover. He will rarely try to change her external qualities or superficial aspects—nonetheless, one might notice a rather marked alteration in the Archer's mate's appearance as he begins to rub off on her—for, like Dionysus, "the Liberator," Sag wants to free a woman's subliminal self of all psychological and emotional limitations. After all, someone as expansive as him requires an equally buoyant, bouncy, if not outright elastic partner. In his zeal to lift his mate's spirits, though usually unbeknownst to our ebullient Sag, he ends up, over time, turning his woman into a female version of himself. Woody Allen's mates—Louise Lasser, Diane Keaton, Mia Farrow—all accessed their inner nebbish through intimate association with him. Other examples abound: Sinatra's true love was his free-and-easy alter ego, Ava Gardner. Top male pop icon Joe DiMaggio was eternally bound to top female pop icon Marilyn Monroe. Kenneth Branagh was paralleled by Emma Thompson. Ben Stiller found his comedic counterpart in Christine Taylor; Benjamin Bratt his female doppel gänger in Talia Soto. Even Jennifer Aniston loosened up her hairdo while augmenting her box-office appeal upon attaching herself to bohemian ex-hubby Brad Pitt's Sag-ruled hip. What Sag wants is to rescue a woman from the mire of mediocrity, especially that which results from either fear or societal convention. He hopes to expand her outward horizons while widening her internal scope—self-revelation is the be-all-end-all of experience from the Sagittarian male vantage point. Ironically, he imagines the simplest way for his loved one to achieve such a state is to model herself on him, the self-proclaimed poster child for a limitless spirit.

Sagittarius James Thurber's masterwork My World and Welcome to It perfectly sums up the Archer's attitude toward love relationships, let alone life in general. A significant other enters into his experience—never vice versa—yet his perception of existence is so expansive and imaginative that a partner need never feel constrained or restricted playing by Sag's free-form rules. Whereas Scorpio man, the native of the 8th House of sleep, seeks to nearly narcotize a mate, Sagittarius, in light of the 9th House of dreams and visions, wants to be on the same "trip" with a woman, to meld with her as completely as possible, particularly on the superconscious level. His sign's association with the collective mind is, ironically, nowhere more vividly illustrated than in his most intimate relationships. As one of the zodiac's four mutable signs, Sag's particular brand of synthesizing life's inherent opposing forces is fusion. To him, one and one makes one. Yet, at the same time, Sag and his true love together create something greater than the sum of their two individual parts.

For Sag guy, a love relationship takes on a life of its own: It is the embodiment of his trademark tertiary perspective. And he almost can't help but look at himself and a lover from this outside, third-party viewpoint, a tendency that manifests most as overromanticizing. (Little wonder the Romantic poets are described as tapping into the Dionysian.) The Sagittarian man embodies a heightened sense of reality, wherein experience itself, and not least of which his relationships, becomes an inspirited magical child to be both nurtured and celebrated. No man is more the type to commemorate his love bonds with over-the-top overtures such as showering his lady with gifts, whisking her off on a surprise excursion, or other such trademark displays as scattering the boudoir with rose petals to memorialize some special occasion—every day—or to solemnize the sexual experience. One potentially detrimental dynamic of being the zodiac's son of expansive Jupiter is an inability to perceive experience from any other perspective than the Archer's signature wide-angle remove. Like some Mr. Big Businessman swinging a major merger, Sag acquires a mate, a move he subconsciously sees as contributing to his "company's" growth. As well, his outsized fire-sign ego is convinced that any woman would benefit greatly from an association with him. Focus is thus aimed at the burgeoning strength of their consolidation, rather than their intimate, individual needs as experienced privately from inside the bond. To be fair, Sag is similarly unconcerned with what he considers the minutiae of his own life—he rarely stops to analyze, let alone heal, any psychological or emotional rifts he might harbor. He naturally harnesses his tremendous energy for use in targeting loftier aspirations. He expects his mate to do likewise: Never wallow; keep riding the chimera of life. For all the stops, starts, and stabs that his opposite-axis sign of Gemini makes at tapping the power of positive thinking, Sagittarius man, on the contrary, often can't seem to turn it off. For that reason, many would-be partners feel he doesn't "deal" with his internal issues enough to sustain a healthy relationship. What these doubters misunderstand is that Sag copes with even his intrinsic struggles by letting them run as rampant as wildfire until such time as they simply burn themselves out.

Unleashing energy is a prime Sagittarian leitmotif. And along with extreme sports and adventurous journeying, sex is one area where the Centaur really lets himself go—no male is more abandoned in his approach than the Sag, who is enviably free of inhibitions and insecurities. (Even those Archers with physical, ahem, shortcomings will possess that much more irresistible aplomb as compensation.) Sag male embodies the notion that, in letting go sexually, one inevitably rides out any foibles or failings. Sag is free from both the self-satisfying urges of his fire-sign brother Aries, as well as any compulsion to please his partner, which plagues many men. Because Sag is beyond even so blatant a duality as the vividly described "beast with two backs"—inherently unconcerned with either his own pleasure per se, or that of his partner—he may more fully meld with theexperience of the sexual act than anyone, male or female. Sex, by nature, is ecstatic; yet, especially for men, sustaining this rapturous state presents quite a challenge. But not for our ever-loving Sagittarius: Blessed with the ability to "become one" with the carnal act, despite even the pressing tension of ensuing orgasm, he can relax all the more into the peaking pleasure and plateau for quite a while without popping his cork. Meanwhile, his lover reaps the obvious benefits. It is often said that sex with a Sagittarian man is, in a word, superlative. Sometimes (though not always) without even knowing it, Sag's signature surrender to the sexual experience allows a woman, nature's little receptor, to take the baton (forgiving the pun) and run with it.

Just as Sag wants to free the woman he loves from the status quo, so, too, does he seek to liberate her from any sexual inhibitions: Nothing arouses Sag man more than a woman giving herself over to sex. From his trademark tertiary, third-party perspective, he sees the two of them, his lover and himself, as a whole—a chimeric being composed of male and female parts, the he-man sexual-libertine-*** -liberator who provides the proverbial key to opening a woman to the full extent of erotic experience. Sagittarius is the one male who identifies with the inherently sublime pleasure principle within a woman, something he feels uniquely qualified to access and drive to new, unlimited heights. If anything, the Sag male seems to surrender his own pleasure for the sake of increasing that of his partner. Here, the characteristically Sagittarian myth of Tiresias comes into play: This devotee of Dionysus, a human chimeric priest/priestess of the archetypal new god, is famed for his revelations on rational sexuality. In an argument between Zeus-Jupiter and Hera-Juno, on the subject of who gets the most pleasure out of sex, man or woman—both deities claim the opposite sex gets off better than the other—Tiresias is employed to settle the difference, having lived, for a spell, as both man and woman. Legend has it that Tiresias, erring on the side of Zeus, claimed that women derive the most enjoyment from the erotic experience—curiously, nine times more pleasure to be exact—a conclusion for which Hera blinded him. As compensation, Zeus bade Athena give Tiresias the gift of second sight, that signature sage Sagittarian vision. Indeed, in terms of sex, Sag personifies Tiresias's perspective, combining objective masculine thought with an unparalleled empathy for feminine feeling. The sign of Sagittarius portrays this paradoxical battle of the sexes from a third-party perspective, which, like the second-sighted, second-sexed Tiresias, looks at life from both sides at once.

In brass tacks, if anybody is going to have a mirror on his ceiling, it is the Archer, who, as the sign's symbol would have it, is naturally removed from any effects of the swift shaft he may be shooting. This is the rub in making love to a Sag; as present and penetrating as his pounding may be, there is a sense that he's somewhere else, as if undergoing an out-of-body experience. Sag guy, like Dionysus, might represent the principles of disorder, frenzy, or orgiastic ecstasy, but, like that splendid male god, he will often himself be as blasé as can be. Even when in the extreme throes of sexual rapture, his partner might sense that Sag is somehow in the role of observer, sometimes wearing an almost voyeuristic smile, no matter how active a part he is obviously taking in the procuring of her pleasure. Mirror or no, he sees himself from a sort of aerial view, working, in his mind's eye at becoming a screenworthy sex symbol if not providing one long, continuous money-shot. As a nod to his Dionysian association with the vine, his conduct is spontaneous and "twisted"; he is notorious for coming at a woman every which way, often to climactic results. So, too, does Sagittarius seem to embody that which women find most lacking in other men: a need to cling and entwine himself, which he does with passion and persistence. In any case, he is random in his sexual manner—everything goes everywhere, with no predicting where his fingers, tongue, or penis might next alight. Typically, he's a legs and ass man, a woman's **** sometimes generating little more excitement than his own. Whether for the sheer love of this area or because it represents just that much more a sense of taboo, Sag, like his neighbor Scorpio, tends to push the envelope on anal sex more than most guys. (For many women, anal sex represents a major milestone, a possibility that incites his expansive nature all the more.) He relishes seeing his lover reach beyond set sexual limits, in hopes that she'll eventually beg him to do something she had originally considered outrageous. If Sag is to be continually fulfilled by a woman, she must, in effect, become more hedonistic, if not outright raunchier in her approach to sex, and indeed, to life. Every day, Sagittarius man proves his theory that transcendence is achieved through a certain sense of abandon. Little wonder he can be so addicted to sex, an activity in which there is always a new act to encounter and an ever-increasing opportunity to let down one's guard.

Sag likes sex to be long on time, cool on tone, but always with a twist: He is, quite simply, kinky by nature. Just as he likes to wrap his physical body around a woman, giving her the sense that he is as omnipresent as Zeus himself, so, too, does he seek to infiltrate every corner of a woman's psychosexual being. He is an explorer of fantasies, driven to uncovering desires that may lie dormant in the recesses of his lover's mind. He may employ erotic "play," lightly entertaining his partner in pointed directions en route to piquing curiosity and inevitably making carnal inroads. Being the zodiac's chimera often means he is mixy-matchy in both temperament and sexual behavior—a quality that may manifest as a simple swapping of undies with his lover (leopard-print bikinis are his favorite) or progress more elaborately to role reversal, swinging, or full-on group sex. If any guy will welcome his wife or lover strapping on a dildo and giving him what for, it will be the Sag man, who enjoys that act's topsy-turvy essence. His famous third-party perspective means he's very much into threesomes—whereas many signs might welcome an occasional third wheel rolling into the bed he or she shares with a partner, Sag man tends to be that wheel himself, tired of just eating his own tail (believe us, he would if he could)—happily careening into the lives of couples looking to round out their sex life. Sagittarius loves to step in, sizable reputation and infamous staying power in tow, to please a woman with a proper pummeling. In this scenario, it is not only the notion of a sex-starved woman begging for release that arouses him, but the sense of humiliation being directed at the comparatively "lesser," lacking husband or boyfriend also strikes an erotically sadistic chord. In certain cases, if everyone involved is so inclined, Sag might even take things an infamous step further, "topping" the other guy and thus simultaneously satisfying and shaming this fellow in the face of his woman. Such is the Sagittarian seat of power: to prove how much more superhuman he is than the next guy and be gone. For better or worse, in a purely sexual context, Sag is rarely inspired to revisit the same experience—for him, once is usually enough. Sag fancies himself the quintessential gigolo: Indeed, in hiring a paid consort, one might hope he turns out to be a Sagittarian, built to deliver that much more bang for the buck. As a sexual persona, the Archer is at once breathtakingly masculine and radically open-minded, allowing for endless possibilities in the pursuit of pure pleasure.

As a rule, Sag male is not so much bisexual as he is pansexual. Regardless of whether he self-identifies as straight or gay, the Archer is most at ease in the intimate company of other men. By nature, he embodies a sense of the homoerotic: Totally steeped in über-masculine experience, the straightest of Centaurs is so confident in his masculinity as to never feel threatened by, or phobic about, the gay world. In a signature twist, Sag guy is rather more like most women in regard to same-sex relationships; platonic or not, bonds with other men are naturally strong and intimate. In either case, Sag guy is not one to subscribe to the same-sex double standard many men espouse: that sex between women is a natural erotic behavior that shouldn't necessarily be defined as lesbian, while even a subtext of attraction between men signifies weakness, provoking revulsion. Sag man, no matter which way he swings, tends to apply the former vision of girl-on-girl sexuality to the world of men as well. Intimate relations with another guy, whether of a sexual nature or not, are seen as an expression of male empowerment, just as, say, the lesbian movement is viewed as reinforcing feminism as a whole.

From adolescence, Sagittarius inhabits a testosterone-themed world, being the consummate rough-and-tumble boy thrusting himself headlong into masculine experience. As a boy, he forms infamous crushes on older males, gratefully playing batboy or other such subtly insinuating roles where his hero worship can be put to constructive use. The Archer boy aims to please those giants in his midst and will be witness to, or an initiate in, any such passing homosexual fancies that invariably arise among the hormonally charged older adolescents he idolizes. Such erotic play is part and parcel of many a secret society of this age when such acts are shrugged off as an antidote to blue balls, an interim release on the way to consistently scoring with females. "Sharing" with the somewhat older males he admires sets Sag up for feeling psychologically superior to boys his own age. Later, as a straight man, this experience breeds in Sag a sense of absolute ease amongst male peers, as if he alone has passed through some clandestine rite of passage. He may maintain an anything-goes attitude toward sex all his life, one that includes bisexual activity as "no big deal"—this explains why so many Sag guys enter long-term relationships with bisexual women, since, as a couple, they can swing any which way.

As a gay man, Sag's masculine-chic boyhood lends him an elevated status amongst peers, typically becoming the fabled straight-looking/straight-acting stud that many a hopeful homo is seeking to hook up with. Gay Sag is almost pathologically male. Like the other fire signs, Aries and Leo, he may be the consummate "top," and yet, unlike those other characters, he is drawn to ethereal pretty boys, if not outright femmey men, for mates. Ironically, of all the gay men in the zodiac, Sag may be hands down the most misogynistic, as if taking his sign's astrological alignment with patriarchal experience all too literally. In his particular gay world, women are anathema: He finds all the femininity he may need in the gorgeous Tiresias he seeks to sexually befriend. Like his straight counterpart, the gay Centaur pushes a lover to the limits, and his attraction to docile, demure, if not obviously straitlaced lads is where this grand fantasy begins. His combined romantic and sexual needs are complex: Like a wild stallion for whom the presence of geldings is a calming influence, a pretty, submissive fellow tends to soothe his soul, while other aggressive types like himself pose a challenge, firing him up, a dynamic best reserved for Sag's sporting or other physical endeavors. Indeed, gay Sag will typically enjoy a large group of like-minded, mostly straight butch friends, but these rugged lads are rarely the type with whom he seeks to mate. Besides being a calming influence, the coy, somewhat sissified partner he opts for should be submissive enough to make the Sag feel overpowering within their sexual exchange. It's a fine line: Sag needs a lover who will take whatever he dishes out, though not so bottomless a bottom that there'd be no stimulating struggle to cope with the demands Sag might make.

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In a world where men are programmed to assert some sort of personal agenda, sexual or otherwise, the Aquarius seems not to fall prey to the machinations of his own libido. In a nod to his Galahad archetype, he quite simply seems beyond sex, far more obviously focused on his lofty ideals, aspirations, and a signature need to feel above the fray of base human experience. From a perspective of outside objectivity, which is the perspective the zodiacal visitor has of even his own self, a person driven by sensation, emotion, or even hormones is unsightly. He takes absolute control of his desires and makes damn sure they never show. Aquarius prides himself on being an evolved man; however, what he often ends up doing is simply repressing his natural physical, sensual, and sexual urges until they reemerge, in some alternate albeit controlled form. But, like Galahad, Aquarius believes you can't grab that chalice of immortality and achieve some heavenly form of idealized existence if you allow yourself to be weighted down by desire or attachment of any kind. His apparent lack of sexual beastliness makes a potential partner feel that she's found someone special, a man who is head and shoulders above the rest. This of course is what Aquarius wants most: Just as he became accustomed to being labeled odd as a kid, he now hopes to cash in on his exceptional status in adulthood. What he wants, and what he promises a would-be mate, is not ordinary love. He is, therefore, rather a tough catch to land, generally giving off the impression he's unavailable if not completely out of one's league. As a rule, suitors of both sexes tend to throw themselves at the Aquarian man as it seems anything less than an overt play for his attentions mightn't register on what is perceived to be his above-it-all nature. The Aquarius, and not altogether unconsciously, makes people feel base for having sexual feelings for him. But this is a bit of a ploy: Astrology's Galahad typically isn't as pure and beyond sex as he would let others believe. Indeed, no male has a sleazier side, albeit a highly secretive one. On any given day, he might be patting some pretty woman on the back with an air of "better luck next time" as he lets her down easy, making her feel she's fallen short, while on any given night he might more pointedly slap and tickle some plaything, perhaps even a paid one.

When it comes to living publically with a person, he insists on maintaining an exalted position. He expects worship, not as the attractive beefcake Taurean Adonis does, but in a far more lofty manner. The zodiac's Ganymede demands near immortalization; and a mate must put, and keep, Aquarius on so high a pedestal that he feels tribute is continually being paid him by sheer virtue of the bond's existence. He won't play on the ground as some mere mortal; rather he requires bucket loads of esteem. On one hand, he needs a blind devotee. But on the other, it must be someone he deems of similarly high quality—or else his or her opinion won't count for much in his mind. He expects to be worshiped by something of a goddess or god who likewise inspires a kind of awe in others. When in a bond with the Aquarian male, all other power couples will pale in comparison. For this reason alone, Aquarius is often labeled a parvenu, a seeming social climber who seeks to marry above his station. Though this may often be true, it is a symptom rather than the cause of his efforts. As, Aquarius makes little distinction between his utopian social visions and what might strike him as a cushy societal heaven, capable of being the people's prophet, while still out for personal profit. He is often accused of being venal—like Ganymede, up for grabs to the most flush bidder. If and when he does marry some social high priestess or professional mover-shaker, he will typically see her fade into the background, trading her own status for the mantle of his chief disciple. Having a calculated system for success, Aquarius must convert a woman to his programming and reinforce his every whim with affirmative nods—he can't, of course, live a life of debate or even open discussion of his ideas, which, from the instant he thinks them, must be immediately set, as solid fact, in stone.

There is nobody whom the Aquarian male thinks is out of his league. His self-conviction, thus, becomes the secret to securing relationships with the most eligible bachelorettes on the planet, even when he himself is less than a looker. That's what comes from seeing yourself as a god. Astrology has often made the mistake of describing the Waterbearer as socially liberated, and sexually emancipated as well, living life as if it were staged in a 1960s commune. Certainly, if such a lifestyle were a particular Aquarian man's vision, then it would unfold in actuality. But the real point is that Aquarius feels free to envision the world according to whatever his individual utopian ideal might be, and everything and everybody must then conform to this perception—or he simply cuts them out of the picture. If anything, the Waterbearer is a rigid person when it comes to his individual modus operandi. His ideologies and belief systems might seem "bizarre," a result of Uranus's rule, but the way he regiments his life in keeping to such avant-garde life philosophies is pure Saturn, distinguished as it is by time efficiency and a taskmaster's discipline. Take communism—a political and social view that falls under Aquarian rule—it is free, liberal, and, well, communal on the outside, but on the inside is rife with rules and regulations based on espousing such selflessness. It's the same with Aquarius man: He rules his most freeform belief systems with a firm, mechanical hammer and sickle. Fittingly, he cannot help but impose his sometimes severe ethics onto loved ones as well. Like any guru, he seduces a would-be adherent into believing that he knows what's best for her: By following his lead, she'll live life the right way. Meanwhile, Aquarius makes his lover feel special, "chosen," and wrought, like him, of exceptional stuff. He thus anoints his partner, metaphorically sprinkling her with his divine blessing, letting her sip from his cup. Thus, he often attracts women who are seriously lacking father love—those looking for someone "great" to please and adore—just as he tends to turn a woman into his primary caretaker. Suddenly, the self-sufficient Waterbearer can't seem to tie his own laces. It happens time and time again: Aquarius makes a woman his host of sorts, relying on her for his daily sustenance while he focuses fully on all those lofty, universal concepts that grace or plague his mind. He insinuates himself into a woman's life on the premise he's some god of a man who will offer guidance and protection, then he slowly turns into that seventy-seven-year-old who needs to be checked so he doesn't leave the house wearing two different kinds of shoes. (Especially not so attractive a trait in a thirry-five-year-old.) Still, such inability to pay attention to the little things typically means that Aquarius is achieving certain greatness on a universal scale.

The 11th House is that of the love one receives, as compared with the 5th House of the love one gives, associated with Aquarius's so-called opposite sign of Leo. Both signs are preoccupied with authority, which, for the Aquarian, often translates into his desired sexual activities. The passionate Leo, who is very vanilla in his erotic tastes, would be shocked to know what the dispassionate Aquarian gets up to in the bedroom, provided, of course, this setting isn't too banal and cliché an environment for the Waterbearer to perform in. Needless to say, Aquarius is probably the least emotionally involved sexual persona. For starters, he isn't above screwing his way to the top, since such behavior can't touch him personally. Uranus's rule over the 11th House is associated with freedom via repression, which sees the Aquarian being able to move on a dime in life by perpetually squelching his feelings, something to which an ex-wife of a Waterbearer will undoubtedly attest: He tends not to exhibit the slightest remorse at ditching relationships that were decades in the making. We see this dynamic, too, in his sexual exploits, as he will travel to the farthest reaches of erotic activity while his actual role in such scenarios remains incredibly restrained. For instance, a signature Aquarian sexual proclivity leans toward disciplinary action such as spanking a partner, if not something more extreme. He is also infamously turned on by humiliating a mate. Indeed, the Waterbearer might own several sets of rubber sheets but never involve himself in anything more so-called perverted than unzipping his fly and relieving himself on a playmate in all too graphic an expression of Uranus's golden-showering rule. To this self-appointed god, even his tinkle should be considered manna as if sprinkled from on high. He is no milquetoast sexual character to be sure. Indeed, the more pure and knightly our Aquarian Galahad might seem in public, the more prurient and kinky he may be in private. But here's the rub: Aquarius generally perceives his relationships as being part and parcel of his public, not his private, life. His wife, therefore, will generally not be the one squealing and squeaking around on those rubber sheets or wrapped from head to toe in latex. Indeed, she might find herself increasingly sexually wanting as her relationship with Aquarius man progresses.

Though he does sexually deviate more than most, a direct result of his skewed planetary rule, the Aquarian's erotic scope tends to be incredibly focused and specific. As with his ideological views, this fixed-air sign burnishes his thoughts into preoccupations. As he is hands down the most monomaniacal individual on the astrological wheel, sex with Aquarius always smacks of a mind **** . Internet chat rooms geared toward sexual interest were made for Aquarius as he can democratically indulge his desires with an increasing variety of people. Not just some male cyber **** , Aquarius will meet women for anonymous real-time sex as well, preferring one-shot deals rather than casual ongoing sessions. Given his trademark hands-off interaction, he worries little about bringing anything home to his usually doting spouse, who assumes that her genius husband is only increasingly beyond sex, her eternal Galahad valiantly guarding his purity with mounting vigor. Truth be told, the spark tends to go out of relationships for Aquarius man very easily, and such bonds must then be supplemented, and fairly regularly if not daily, by these aformentioned vague dalliances. But eventually he'll long for something even more. In all his sexual relationships, one thing remains certain: He likes to be considered out of reach, necessitating his lover to petition if not beg him to bestow his sexual favors.

The Waterbearer, with his über-idealized vision, is perhaps overly concerned with the form, or look, of love, rather than the actual content of his relationships. Like most people, he enjoys the beginnings of bonds best, the thrill of newness; but unlike others he tends to become so attached to the feeling of freshness that he seeks to keep such heightened sensations of exhaltation alive in varying ways. When it comes to marriage or a primary relationship, he tends to act like a neophyte on a job where, so long as he's still going through some kind of orientation, he won't have to really dig down and do the work of managing the business of love. The zodiac's Mork from Ork, everything seems new to Aquarius, and he engenders that much more affection from his mate, who, at least for a time, sees his boyish exuberance as charming and without guile. He keeps his bonds superficial, becoming so lodged in the courtship aspect of love that it might border on the ridiculous, commemorating every minute anniversary with gifts or a celebratory dinner or getaway. He is so over-the-top in his praise, flattery, and very formal public displays of affection for his femme that strangers might assume he and his mate were on their honeymoon, rather than just running day-to-day errands. Quotidian existence, you see, is too ho-hum for our parvenu dweller of Olympus, and he does whatever he can in his demeanor to heighten even the most common circumstance. More times than not, Aquarius's partner will be the type of woman who requires this brand of constant lip service, lacking, at least initially, the ability to cope with deeper feelings and life challenges. It's as if, when it comes to marriage in particular, Aquarius leaves the proverbial building just after the preacher or justice of the peace says "for better or . . ." Enough said, he thinks.

Another symptom of his need for thrills is that signature poking (if not actually screwing) around for what can only be described as adoration of the masses. Aquarius's 11th House association of global relationship and large-scale community means that blanket, not individual, attention is really what this man really craves. Like a many-wived zealot cult leader, he never stops seeking new brides to add to his conceptual harem. Everywhere he goes regularly there will be installed some fawning female whose affections he has fostered. There will be his favorite female fellow exec at the office, his preferred lunchtime waitress, the woman (rarely is it another man) who cuts his hair or gives him massages, and so on. Hanging in the air around him, these gaga girls imagine, is the possibility that at any moment he might swoop down and carry them away. Unfortunately, those thoughts begin to cross his spouse's or longtime companion's mind with increasing frequency as well: In a new relationship, Aquarius will make it an absolute point to have sex with his partner nearly every day. He has an amazing ability to psych himself up whenever he needs to do so—those cameras are rolling, after all, and they expect the money shot. All he demands from his lover in return is that she express as much pleasure with his performance as he typically takes. He's the "How'd you like that, baby?" guy, and a woman needs to put on her most enthusiastic expression in assuring the Aquarian that sex, like everything else with him, is absolute heaven. God forbid she should ever get bored. Planet Uranus signals sudden change, accident, and serendipity. And it will be along such themes that the Aquarian will make his case for having found somebody else, even after years of what appeared to be the happiest of marriages. It "just happened," he'll maintain. Predator lust swoops down and carries the Waterbearer off to new means for maintaining his immortality—in layman's terms, younger women. Or men, for that matter.

Nobody has a trickier time negotiating his own sexuality than Aquarius. It's as if, being a naturally far-out character, he can fairly well entertain any erotic activity. If it can be imagined, it must be true—this is the Aquarian rationale, but one that scares the bejesus out of him sometimes. Like Ganymede, homosexuality is often thrust upon him, in some form or another, in his youth. And with this universal son of Uranus being so naturally ubiquitous, his sexual desires are typically all over the map. This is precisely why Aquarius must find his Uranian freedom in repression; something, in the case of this sign, that is an absolutely good thing. So our tall and handsome Galahad with the perfect lady wife and 2.5 children might just as easily be taking boys out to the woodshed as bending those girls over his knee for a friendly walloping. It doesn't matter. For because he remains so completely on the surface of sexual activity, something that allows him to experiment unscathed in any number of scenarios beyond the aforementioned paddling or pee-pee episodes, such interludes never touch him deeply. Thus, he doesn't feel defined by them. Rarely has a self-professed heterosexual Aquarian not had sex with at least one man—rarely, too, does the essentially straight Waterbearer ever do so with such frequency as would ever interfere with the utopian lifestyle he most obviously seems to espouse. In fact, Aquarius may repress homosexual stirrings, a tendency that later gives rise to a variety of fetishes. Since sexuality is so stigmatized by society, Aquarius might simply "remove" that part of himself from his programming.

As planet Uranus rules homosexuality, one might say it rules homophobia as well: the male Waterbearers are especially cagey when it comes to man-to-man contact. Such displays are measured, contained, even when he is unabashedly gay-identified. Despite his sexual preference, the Aquarian native of the 11th House of aquaintances is actually more comfortable having casual, impersonal sex with a number of people than he is having an intimate relationship with one. This is why, when Aquarius does commit to a specific someone, he tries to keep the focus on the appearance of the bond, rather than on its substance. The Rainman of the zodiac, thus, is more about sprinkling himself around than he is pouring himself into one certain, perhaps limiting scenario. For this fixed-air sign, the atmosphere of any relationship can seem, by nature, stale and stagnant. Like John the Baptist, he must spread the word, even if it is about himself, reaching as many devotees as possible. The gay Aquarian, more than most, will be a subscriber to casual, if not anonymous, sex. Since his adolescence, when he may have been made to "succumb" to a compromising sexual scenario, Aquarius has seen himself develop from an awkward, vulnerable chicken into a sharp-taloned sexual predator in his own right. Whereas other signs tend to repeat the patterns imprinted upon them in their youth, the Aquarian evolves through the experience and, in an effort to overcome any lingering sense of victimization, becomes a kind of obsessive or controlling sexual character. Nothing must ever impinge upon his personal freedom in the way that an unsolicited sexual episode in his youth may have. Aquarius's silent mantra becomes: I know that such a thing must never happen again. So, straightaway, even when a tender Ganymede himself with as pillowy soft an ass as Rauschenberg suggested in his modern-art pieceCanyon—he depicted the character as a pillow suspended (fixed) in the air by a rope tied through its center, implying a pair of buttocks surveyed by a stuffed eagle, Zeus' totem, perched above—the Aquarian will turn the tables and use his cheeky appeal to his best advantage.

Who really is getting the better, forgiving the pun, end of the deal—Zeus or Ganymede? Playing on his youthful allure, the young Aquarian is immediately aware of his value to powerful older men who might help rocket him to success, aiding him to avoid a years-long struggle. Indeed, the young gay Aquarian is the consummate Waterbearer, if not the epitomal pool boy who somehow ends up inheriting an older lover/mentor's estate right out from under even the closest family members. Being anything but sexually prudish certainly furthers his cause. He has a homing device for power, honed so early on in life that he ends up insinuating himself into the life of often brilliantly intelligent or artistic individuals. Not so much interested in just finding someone rich and influential, he is looking to be the majordomo for a veritable god whose talents are the source of immortalization. Aquarius wants to be passed the cup of preeminence, something he will carry forth as an emblem of his own rightly inherited state of grace. He is a heaven dweller, and he must live an exceptional, exalted life. Most any Aquarian who is on the fence regarding his sexual preferences, as many are, will "commit" himself to being the lover of some great and glorious divinity of a man.

Just as a goodly number of Aquarian "straights" could easily swim in the gay pool, so, too, are gay-identified Waterbearers perpetually attracted to women. When it comes to labels, Aquarius shrugs: If you had to peg any tag on the Waterbearer of any persuasion, one would be calling him not bi- nor pan- but rather über-sexual. He is anything but mysogynistic in his makeup as some gay male signs can be. Indeed, he is neither too turned on nor turned off by the same or opposite sex. He communes with a person, even sexually, based on the quality of their ideas first (and their gender second).

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In his youth, Cap man is notoriously attracted to older girls and women who, even when having numerous years on him, are continually surprised and challenged by his ripe adult nature. Being tall and somewhat careworn while still in his teens, the Goat can, and often does, dupe a woman into believing he's d'un certain âge. Ironically, though he seeks a certain form of caretaking from a woman, the typical Capricorn man requires no guidance or nurturing: He is comfortable and collected, confident in his ability to achieve lifelong ambitions on his own. Though he may be loath to admit it, what he wants is someone to pick up, rather than look, after him. Cap is rarely attracted to domineering women, drawn instead to seemingly shy and retiring types, if not outright wallflowers or would-be spinsters who'd otherwise wither on the vine, in whom he feels he'll find protection, undivided devotion, or outright servility. Sometimes he goes for arguably "used goods"—broken-in girls with a track record seem more real to him than self-professed debutantes whose perky, bright-and-shiny demeanor he finds suspect. In fact, Cap man is either attracted to absolute innocents, which can be a sketchy scenario in extreme cases, or women who make no bones about having been around the block.

Though generally popular in grade school, it is a typical Capricorn scenario that he'll see his social status slip early on in life, such that by the time he hits high school, he's already something of a has-been. Like our hapless Holden, the teenaged Capricorn is often labeled odd by peers who fail to understand his complexity and innate sense of dejection—to boot, he is so blasé toward current trends that he seems out of step with his peers and invites ridicule on that score just as he does for reaching puberty early, standing out like a sore, hairy thumb. Not caring much what other boys think, it nonetheless cuts him to the quick to be made fun of by girls, especially popular ones who set the tone for everyone else. The 10th House also determines how the world sees and evaluates you, so judgments are felt that much more acutely by the Cap. In truth, such negative attention is actually a misguidance of the sexual feelings he stirs in the opposite sex; and though girls might play hormonal catch-up and soon throw themselves at him, the de rigueur Capricorn damage will already be done. But all is meant to be: Henceforth, the Goat, even when fawned over with heaps of flattery, will take such sycophancy in stride, having developed a strong allergy to any "in crowd," saved from ever being swayed by his own vanity or pride. Meanwhile he goes where the love is—often to girls with a Janis Ian sound track running in their head who relate to his nonconformist, misfit appeal and seek to share in his dissident view of existence. And so, faster than you can say "You and me against the world," Cap becomes romantically linked with nebbishy nymphs just as he himself is developing into something of a suave sophisticate. It is definitely to Cap's credit that he's not much of a lookist, leaving importance placed on outward appearances to his externally minded predecessor, Sagittarius; instead he focuses on what beauty a person harbors on the inside, though often to a fault: It might be argued that, being such a downcast sort, Cap tends to "shoot low," a result of feeling so deeply rejected by the more physically gorgeous girls he truly fancies, like Pan failing to score with all the nymphs he chases. Then again, when speaking of Capricorn man, there is an upside and a downside to every issue.

The main point, when it comes to sex and relationships, or really any life goal, is that the Goat guy simply cannot cope with competition. This makes him a unique character, as whatever successes he does achieve are accomplished in so signature a manner that he stands in a category all of his own—otherwise, he's never in the running. Herein we see the quintessentially Capricorn-male modus for operating in the world: He starts out on top, typically entering an arena of human awareness, whether on an intimate or global level, at the top of the heap. Think of Salinger's Glass children, at the height of fame in tenderest youth, with nowhere to go but down, life being one long anticlimactic denouement. This is the Cap male experience. If he lands a new job, he'll be ushered in as some sort of wunderkind whose elevated position is precarious to say the least. In popular culture, the Capricorn doesn't merely tap into a particular slice of the zeitgeist, he personifies the pinnacle of that genre, "capping" it off: There was rock 'n' roll, then there was Elvis. There was boxing, then Joe Frazier and Muhammad Ali. There was the Hollywood leading man, then Cary Grant. The great American novelist, then J. D. Salinger. The list goes on and on. Indeed, the zenith brand of Capricorn greatness is near impossible to sustain. However, the Sea-goat knows when it's time to slide back into obscurity, self-imposed or not, and (as time is always on his side) regroup before navigating his next big ascent. This same peaks-and-valleys pattern, the archetypal legacy of the fallen god Cronus-Saturn, is applied to Capricorn's personal relationships as well. In new romantic bonds, Cap is seen as the ultimate catch, particularly to friends and family of his new mate. People flock and defer to him. He is the front man, showing his partner the town, painting it red. He is everybody's favorite and can do no wrong. But soon he falls from grace—typically, because he simply rears his very human-emotional head and those who saw him as the most happy fella suddenly have a hard time accepting him as a melancholy baby. This is another reason why he often goes for shrinking violets, guttersnipes, or mail-order brides as romantic partners: so that he can experience any such personal falls as (he knows) he's often wont to and not have to face derisive tsk-tsking by people who (he thinks they think) are "better" than him. Ironically, though he's famously jaded by limelight seekers, Capricorn himself likes to feel like a star, at least in whatever ragtag circle he might amass. He's like some deposed czar, still doing his golden-age royalty routine for courtiers-*** -barkeeps. He's the cat's meow, the tarnished star on an aluminum Christmas tree, the masculine equivalent of Mame or Nora Desmond, the very Saturnesquepiece de resistance, in other words, "the very limit." His challenge is to shoot as high as he might in love, not settling for second-best scenarios, and yet to still secure the same kind of laissez-faire lifestyle with a righteous babe with brains, bod, and spirit (read: expectations) as he would be guaranteed to share with some compliant child-bride maharincess from Franistan.

The character that Goat Cary Grant fittingly played in the film version of Philip Barry's The Philadelphia Story serendipitously illustrates the Capricorn male's vision of relationships. The "fallen" man, in this case a former boozer, C. K. Dexter Haven, is all the better, not worse, for wear. His name ("seek right haven," dexter being the opposite of sinister) says it all: He's on the lookout for a haven, a source, as the name suggests, of both safety and sanctity, Cap's modus in a nutshell. Even his Sea-goat totem, itself half-land animal and half-fish, says he'd be snuggest nestled into some harbor. But safety can be a trap, breeding complacency in the Cap, who unfortunately looks at relationships as a source of convenience first, and love second. In fact, of any man in the zodiac, Cap is the most likely to disbelieve in love altogether, often, in his jaded sophistication, throwing that baby out with the bathwater of what he considers to be phony social contrivances. Typically it's a subconscious excuse. Our melancholic Pan wants, in adulthood, to avoid the feelings of heartbreak he experienced in his youth. As well, the zodiac's old man doesn't want to work so hard or make compromises to his set ways. Like C. K. Dexter Haven, having made a go at love with the woman he truly adores, the monumentally virtuous Tracy Lord, he can only experience a signature fall—a woman's best, principled qualities bring out his most decadent behavior, almost as if in defiance. It's a Capricorn guy-thing: to push the envelope on sophistication all the more when faced with condescending paragons of uprightness. There's something about moral rectitude he's simply tempted to shove up society's rectum. And so C. K. and Tracy's marriage goes on the rocks—the couple's sailboat, the True Love, goes into dry dock—and they divorce. Of course, once C. K. eases up on his decadent confections and Ms. Lord comes down off her high horse, they reunite. This is the exact dynamic that Cap man must often navigate if he himself is to get a sense of his capacity for true love. Still, it can't be ovestated enough how often the Capricorn guy will miss that boat altogether. If he only realized when considering taking the plunge, into marriage especially, that he would save himself so much more emotional anguish facing up to his love of bright and challenging women with an agenda and expections (yes, even of him) than he would in looking for safe, easy, convenient "arrangements." They are usually anything but. Still, it's as if this melancholy baby would rather feel sorry for himself and live a life of emotional unrest and mediocrity, rather than budge one iota or make the slightest concession to be with the kind of woman that really gets his heart thumping. Unfortunately, most often that sensation only reminds him that he has something fragile, which might too easily break.

There is a good deal of the Capricorn male population, as well, who subscribe to the antiquated belief that women are on the planet to procreate and otherwise do a man's bidding. It's where the tradition of Saturn's rule over the 10th House can negatively manifest; generally what goes along with this sort of Cap-male personality is a strict adherence to an organized religion. When it comes to spiritual beliefs, Cap can be ultrarigid and steeped in dogma, if not clouded in incense (Mel Gibson, Gesundheit). Let's just say he might take the biblical Moses-going-to-the-mountain aspect of his sign a little too literally. For this kind of Cap, love may have even less to do with marriage than it usually does for this emotionally enervated fellow. A devout stance takes the place of a decadent one, and he may hide his underlying call to degradation in a God-fearing lifestyle of which marriage might just be part and parcel. Indeed, it may be due to repressed prurient desires that he makes such a point of living a catholic, that is, a "widely accepted," existence regardless of his religion or even if he subscribes to one at all. Whatever his routine, for the metaphorically mountain-roaming Goat, relationships are no mere walk in the park, nor are they for his mate.

Even the signature martini-swilling Capricorn city slicker, free-falling his way through life, will thus look upon relationships as safe places to land. And as the preeminent serial-marrying man of the zodiac, he may do so time and time again. However, when he finds a compliant spouse who'll conform to the structure of a bond he tailor-makes to suit his needs, he will be loath to leave it. And because he can be almost pathologically pragmatic in his search for a safe-bet bond, Cap may think nothing of marrying for money. A boy's gotta eat after all, and heaven knows, if properly financed, he'd happily trade in his thrift-store threads for brand-spanking-new ones, provided of course, they came from an old-world establishment, say, like one somewhere on Savile Row. An autodidact of the first order, Cap typically spends his entire youth cultivating his mind with intellectual, religious, or philosophical study, just as he hones his knowledge of social grace. In this respect, he fancies himself a catch, worthy of imparting his priceless knowledge to a partner, sometimes in return for pocket money. In this way, a shy, dowdy, and devotional heiress could easily become Capricorn male's most compatible mate. He sees a certain practicality in marrying well; should some form of affection or his cagey sort of love be a by-product, then all the better. Meanwhile, his signature dashing good looks and impeccable charm guarantee him a secure spot in his partner's heart, despite his eternal detachment, which is typically impossible to broach. Such ready-made relationships appeal to Cap for the same reason he makes those sudden, gigantic career moves or creative successes: It is his nature, like that of his archetype Cronus, to start at the top and then slowly find his comfort level in situations. And so, when he spots that safe haven of a woman, he really pours on the charm and puts all his energy into sweeping her off her feet, such that, before she realizes it, she's managing a household and affairs for two while he slips ever further into the retirement that is the whole of his life. He finds, too, that the more emotional weight and pain a woman already carries, the more likely she will be to put up with his.

That our snappily attired Scapegoat is metaphysically burdened does not prevent him from dumping it all onto his partnership. In part, that is its purpose: Entering into a marriage with Cap man is akin to having an elderly grandfather come to stay, for good—and not just in terms of the wardrobe he's toting. In his bonds, Cap hopes to reap the benefit of being attended to while being afforded the freedom and respect due to a worldly wise elder. (This dynamic gives rise to a rather negative interpretation of his sign's motto, "I use.") The sign of Capricorn is associated with the principle of elevated status, which, as we see, he perceives as his birthright. Like attracting like, the Goat is naturally drawn toward the rich and powerful, both in his professional dealings and in his search for a mate. Despite having, perhaps, grown up on the "wrong" side of the tracks, Cap isdexterous at fitting into lofty, socially Arcadian milieus. The mainline magnates and mavens of the world take an immediate shine to this old boy, as he is a walking, talking historical society, and more importantly, find him a perfect match for their more old-maidish daughters. Love aside, the Goat is equally unmoved by sexual stirrings, which are rarely a determinant factor in his choice of a partner, ironic since few men experience the lofty level of libidinous urges to which he is party. Erotic desires may be somewhat of an annoyance to him, an indecorous distraction he subconsciously seeks to subdue, if not submerge in more socially civilized pleasures like champagne, caviar, or collecting silk cravats.

Even when courting, a woman may have difficulty sussing out whether the Cap man is sexually interested or not. Many, many dates might transpire before he even so much as makes a move. Still, satyriasis, defined as an uncontrollable sexual desire in men, isn't named after his goatish archetype for nothing. But the more he feels it, the more he seeks to restrict its libidinous hold on him, the psychological pressure, let alone the physical strain, continually building and building to bursting. Everything, it would seem, turns him on, and his more lascivious sensations, those that call into question his sexual identity, torment him no end. Especially in his youth, with Saturn's influence weighing so heavily, every sexual stirring feels loaded. He is, like Hamlet (synonymous with harbor or haven), an eternally tragic figure—the word tragedy itself comes from the Greek wordtragoidia meaning "goat song." And let's face it, there's no easy way of telling these skull-gazing Hamlets of the world to simply lighten up.

As time goes on, the irony becomes more acute as the Cap increasingly withholds from having sex just as his more prurient tendencies begin to surface—the repression of that mighty, healthy libido is what ultimately begins to twist it in more perverted directions. When young, his outsized stirrings and lurid fantasies further preclude him from seeking a relationship with a fresh-faced virgin his own age; rather he welcomes an experienced, if not a well-worn, woman whom he feels wouldn't be shocked by his ruder erotic ruminations. When finally settling into a marriage, say, with a safe and notoriously straitlaced mate, he will need to make other arrangements for his more ribald longings. Just as the 10th House rulesinterests outside the home, which manifests in Cap man's deferring the day-to-day details of existence to his mate-*** -maid, so, too, might he find release for his more shocking sexual urges from a third party, almost out of courtesy, far from home base if only so as not to trouble his partner. Of course the perfect solution would be to form a lasting partnership with a woman who is as equally suited to mothering the plentiful offspring Big Daddy Cap is wont to bear as she is open and eager to engage in all the dirty behaviors the Goat wouldn't typically dream of introducing to his mate. This is the zodiac's tragedian's fatal relationship flaw: In hiding large chunks of himself from a significant other, he often finds himself stuck for life with a safety type to whom he can only return after enacting such desires elsewhere. What Mr. Hamlet or Mr. Haven needs to realize is that the safe-harbor scenario is really a two-way street: The paragon of virtue that is Capricorn's lady-wife and mother to his children can, and indeed should be, someone who has just as many sleazy inclinations as himself so that together they might explore their nastiest notions, keeping each other's decadent secrets securely sequestered in the bosom of their bond. In his quest to negotiate a serviceable but dispassionate relationship, Cap man only increases the manufacture of repressed sexual baggage; but in admitting his baser, bawdier inclinations and indulging them with a like-minded mate, true affection may be allowed to bubble up from the beautiful quagmire of their mutual lust.

Sophistication, in its purest sense, means a lack of simplicity. So to call the complicated Cap the zodiac's premier sophisticate hits more than one nail on the head. His fantasies, and his actual sexual behavior, are typically no straightforward affair, but rather layered with deviations, fetishes, and more than his fair share of hang-ups. His brand of sex is salacious and often more depraved than most people might even begin to imagine. At the core of his desire is his interest in contrast, which typically manifests as him taking on the role of aristocratic master, whether subtly or in full costume and makeup, while his woman plays the perfect wench or scullery maid. Perhaps his proclivity for debasement and degradation might manifest in a simple desire for naughty nono sex such as anal penetration, his personal favorite, or even an oral variation on said theme. Like his so-called opposite, Cancer man, Cap also has a fetish for women dressed as nubiles, in the whole pigtails and shorty-pajamas regalia. One is struck, again, by the relationships in Salinger's stories of grown men and young girls, as in "For Esmé—with Love and Squalor," which just about sums up the jumbled sentiment Cap feels at these more prurient leanings, which, in the case of Seymour Glass, might've been the very cause for his suicide. One has to wonder, in "A Perfect Day for Bananafish,' what plantain-shaped poisson Seymour was pointing out to the little girl he was cavorting with in the ocean. Such penal violations aside, Cap might go in for a bit of role-play whereby his partner must do all that he says; he might even get off on paying for the right to have his sexual mandates carried out. As it is, Cap's most quotidian of lovemaking practices follow a "do me" theme whereby his woman must take on much of the responsibility for driving even the most obvious actions, climbing on for a ride while he kicks back in signature leisure mode. In many of the scenarios that further float Cap's boat, the woman should do stuff to him, as he experiences an extra wave of excitement when certain acts pose a challenge, taking some practice, if not some stomaching, to get the job done right. Patience, however, is the Saturn-ruled Goat's most striking virtue; and to the delight or chagrin of his partner, he is never in a rush. Often that which turns him on most in bed are things he may have shared, in his youth, with the more seasoned older women he tends to attract at a tender age. Past experiences, traumatic or erotic, make a heavy impact on the Cap, and he will want to repeat the pleasurable behaviors of a bygone era, sometimes ritualistically—it is acts of this ilk that he most fears broaching with his more prudish mates. But even he'd have to admit that what gets his sexual goat most is the idea of corrupting a puritanical priestess, just as C. K. Dexter Haven wants to topple his lady love, the fictitious Tracy Lord, from her patrician pedestal and tap her smuttier self.

In a nod to Saturn's 10th House rule of restraint, Cap is notoriously titillated by prim, repressed-looking women with priggish trappings. Nurses, secretaries, librarians, teachers, clerks, and tellers top the list of those whom the Sea-goat would most like to drag down into the depths of blissful degradation. His masturbatory images, in fact, often focus on such female goody-goodies gone bad. The person who said, "Men don't make passes at girls who wear glasses," had no insight into the Cap's sexual psychology. Perhaps it's a matter of sensing, or imagining, frustration and subjugation in such characters akin to his own. Though aroused by the idea of a woman becoming ensnared in her own desires, his actual activities usually stop short of any form of S&M—a bit of bondage perhaps, but he's really not one for whips and chains. He has a Lady Chatterley's Lover erotic vision, intrigued by the idea of social restraint being ripped apart at the corsets by raw, rustic desire. (Of course, he'd just as soon sit cross-legged in a comfortable armchair and watch some brutish gardener have at it with a supposedly prim, chaste lady or some other such dignified-meets-dirty scenario.) It is terribly sophisticated, after all, for a man to allow his female partner to cavort with other men; of course that's just a fancy way of saying that Cap gets off on watching a woman being screwed by another guy—it tops his fantasy list far more than the prospect of witnessing her mix it up with another sexy minx. Unlike the Virgo man, it isn't a matter of getting off on being cuckolded; rather it is the female's degradation that imparts a thrill, and so, in his fantasy, the more bestial and rough a character having at his woman, the better. Of course, the whole concept of playing with other couples is one of those infamous urges he usually hides from his mate. What the French call I' échangisme could become a habit for our randy Cap; the whiff of secret society that surrounds such a world is right up his seedy, sordid alley.

Sexual feelings for other men are something most Cap males experience. Loaded and weighty as these sensations are for the Goat, it is difficult to determine what might be a passing fancy and what constitutes latent interest. As an adolescent he, like many, will participate in ye olde circle jerks; but he will red-light any such activity lest it develop into more involved conduct. The irony here is, he makes such a big deal of these feelings and behaviors, dwelling on them endlessly while denying himself further involvement, which he labels "wrong," that the issue never quite gets resolved, and he carries on in life with a huge question mark in the back of his mind—straight Capricorns force themselves to outgrow such behavior and gay Goats may remain fairly repressed. Either way, Cap man is sensible on the subject, being the sensitive sod he is, and remains sympathetic to gay individuals, many of whom make up the bulk of his closest friendships. Meanwhile, our fishy Sea-goat has a sexually "ishy" air about him. That inherent satyriasis causes Cap to eroticize experiences and sexualize most people, further predisposing him to attracting those of his own gender. Whereas his expansive astrological neighbor, Sag guy, is forthright about his feelings, willing to try anything at least once (including sex with another guy), Cap is so essentially emotionally restrained, a stickler for what is "right" and "traditional," that even having homosexual urges can set off bouts of intense psychological pandemonium. But like a shabby-chic cardigan, Cap wears his inherent confusion as part of a sophisticated character, one that signals to others that he is unshockable and, indeed, that there's most likely nothing sexual he hasn't tried (if only in his fertile fantasies). Needless to say, Cap's sexual character keeps people guessing. Often he literally is as the bisexual Goat, playing it straight with a wife and family while keeping a boy or two on the side.

Still, even when admittedly queer as a three-dollar bill, Cap guy is loath to be categorized by others, eschewing sexual labels even while lifting up his dress to give it to a bent-over buddy. You heard us. Though he may have a string of boyfriends all through his life, and one or more everlasting relationships at that, Cap is rarely one to settle into an all-exclusive domestic role with a mate. The gay Goat is a bundle of contradictions, the zodiac's notorious top man in drag. Though he might work in an erudite or artsy field, typically surrounded by other well-dressed guppies with an eye on going places, it is generally not in this pool where our fishtailing Goat gets his jollies. Indeed, Cap is attracted to completely guileless country boys, rugged rednecks and straight-acting bubbas with down-home charm and manners (and often a girl waiting back at the ranch), whom he hopes to flip over faster than you can say "cornhole." Something about a wholesome, straitlaced character gripping his ankles tops the Caps must-see list, particularly when he can be the first to lay claim to virgin territory. One is reminded of Capricorn E. M. Forster's Maurice, a suave, urbane city slicker with same-sex longings who, like many Goats in real life, undergoes a form of psychotherapy to rid himself of such impure thoughts only to eventually find the bliss of erotic self-realization in the arms of the rustic gamekeeper, Scudder. Indeed, nothing unfetters the brow of the gay Cap guy more than a jaunty romp in the hay with an uncomplicated rustic—indeed, if pressed to pick his favorite Village People persona, Cap would undoubtedly choose the cowboy. Cap can be quite fetishistic about all that surrounds such a character, feeling a surge of excitement even by such paraphernalia as boots, chaps, and ten-gallon hats. From an astrological perspective, there seems to be something safe about bonding with a sexy ranch hand who embodies a groundedness that puts the Goat on solid sexual footing. Being lofty enough in his own right, he feels he can truly land when making whippeeee with such a man.

posted June 24, 2013 07:55 PM            

Like attracting like, strong, virile guys are Aries's physical ideal, providing her with the promise of the rough-and-tumble sex she craves. Still, as she isn't looking to repeat her mother's mistakes, they should also be the silent type—no amount of prudence in entering a relationship with an overbearing man can substitute for the wisdom of knowing not to go there in the first place. Indeed, of anybody in the zodiac, male or female, nobody is more blasé toward the notion of permanent relationships than Aries woman. But as a native of the 1st House of physicality, she cannot forgo sex—it must be an almost daily mainstay of her routine. Like some stereotypical male, Aries is looking to "score," with the loophole line that she's not looking for anything more "serious" forever on her lips. After all, being the catch of the century requires remaining available, or at least seeming so. Although Aries eventually procures a longtime companion, she isn't ever one to jump into marriage—the Ram always keeps her options open. Besides, this willful woman has her own itch to scratch. Unabashedly alert to the physical attributes of men, she is the zodiac's comparative sexual shopper. Fittingly, therefore, she tends to hook up with older, faster guys when she's young, unable to bear the idea of being someone's high school sweetheart. Conversely, as she matures, she prefers younger guys, confidently on the make for sizable studs who might provide some serious exercise in the sack, but still, like her, aren't looking to be tied down. As a rule, Aries has little difficulty realizing this straightforward sexual agenda.

When single life loses its sparkle—for many a Ram gal it never will—Aries will still steer clear of commanding personalities, scoping out guys who'll provide her with nurturing while remaining just enough of a pushover so that she can always assert herself. And given the amount of uncommunicative, reticent males in the gene pool, Aries might slip into relationships fairly easily. Still, she keeps a potential mate in the foyer of her affections for a long time before allowing him into her inner sanctum—meanwhile, of course, there's always a door to the bedroom off said foyer. She doesn't, like many women, have a mile-long checklist of requisite qualities in a man. For Aries, it's a trade-off; given that she demands such absolute autonomy in relationships, she can't be that picky. One dynamic she sometimes falls into, albeit subconsciously, is to have a relationship that actually proves true all her dubious notions about the tyranny of men over women. Throwing her hands up in defeat, as if to say there's just no use fighting this age-old battle of the sexes, she will retreat even further into a solitary life with no-strings sexcapades.

Entering a relationship always smacks of striking a bargain for Aries, the terms of which are that she'll stomach an excess of foibles and/or deficiencies in return for absolute free reign. Often, she'll latch onto a guy who doesn't appear nearly "good enough" for her, particularly to the queue of men who desire her brand of disaffected affection, that laid-back palsy-walsy bond she seems to promise. The man she chooses may even be disabled, if not physically, then emotionally or psychologically. This can be her "out"—as if to say, "I put up with your shortcomings, you should be grateful I'm even here." Interestingly, while Aries men often look for absolute perfection in a potential mate, akin to the illicit mythic affair between Ares and the primo-***** deity Aphrodite (who was wedded to the lame, cuckolded Hephaestus), Athena, as antithesis to Ares, was widely worshiped in temples she shared with that same gimpy god; some scholars claim they were sexual consorts as well. In similar fashion, Aries woman may set up house with a "lame" character whose shortcomings she unconsciously uses as leverage against her guilt at being unable to fully commit. It's a realistic "working" relationship she's after anyway—being a relative disbeliever in spiritual bonds—one that suits her independent streak while satisfying any basic need for companionship. To be fair, there is a sort of Aries splinter group, those Rams who feel a strong urge to cohabitate or wed as a means, ironically, of garnering literal support for their otherwise "independent" lifestyle. Still, even when head over heels in love, the typical Aries is loath to marry and become legally beholden.

Cohabitation with a humble everyman who'll make no undue demands actually furthers Aries's lifelong quest for increased freedom. Just as Hephaestus' hammer blow freed Athena from the head of Zeus, a menschlike dude with no domineering agenda will keep the home forge fired up while Aries emerges as a diva in this man's world. Typically, her ideal partner will be a handyman like Hephaestus, since having some callused-pawed beefcake on the home front keeps her sexually sated as well. (She doesn't want to have to stray.) Aries appreciates hard features as much as hard work—no pretty-boy aesthetes or intellectual dreamers for this sexy straight shooter. She wants physical meat from her mate, not fashion advice or existential musings. Aries female naturally assumes superiority over her significant other, especially intellectually, so she really doesn't want much evidence to the contrary. Feeling herself more man than most men, she desires a guy with whom, in contrast, she can be her most feminine self, particularly when she knows, upon rolling out of bed, that she's the one who gets to pull back on the pants. Sometimes, though, her judgment may truly miss its mark and in her physically focused pursuit of increasingly testosterone-engorged guys, she may snag herself a baddie who'll use his manly body more aggressively than she may have bargained for. Such pitfalls in female character seem lifted straight from the pages of a Hemingway novel—as in The Sun Also Rises' Brett Ashley and her penchant for macho, bloodthirsty matadors. Meanwhile, the disabled Hephaestean Jake Barneses of the world continue to chase her to the ends of the Earth. But to Aries's mind, someone is always in hot pursuit of her. For, she has the oft-specious notion that nary a guy she meets isn't after her. So high is the opinion she has of herself. And even well into advancing years, she'll still feel a need to deflect imaginary advances of younger men, the irony being that her infamous resistance only piques interest where it might've otherwise not existed.

The amosphere is always thus loaded, the question of carnal interest always hanging in the air. Suffice it to say that Aries woman doesn't possess a subtle sexuality. Yet, despite her unapologetic directness, she is enormously misunderstood, often perceived as a tease and a user by men who impose a double standard, disallowing a woman to be as love-'em-and-leave-'em as they accept other men to be. Women may simply label her "easy"—a projection, typically, of their own sexual repression. After all, most people aren't hip to the astrological influences of objective Mars on the Aries woman: It forces her libido into action. She has neither the time nor the inclination to send out invitations, hormonal or otherwise; such focus on others goes against her nature and feels like an imposition on her no-nonsense character, not to mention a phony waste of time. It's that sort of deference to a man that she labels her mother's—and indeed most women's—ultimate demise. Putting out is one thing, being put out is quite another.

Sexually, Aries acts on impulse and responds to whatever she experiences as physical attraction. Only when a man makes her Mars-ruled juices actually flow will she give him the time of day. To squelch such impulses seems, to her, a crime against nature. Contrary to the popular belief of women who may've seen their men swiped right out from under them by Aries, she isn't conniving or even calculated—she simply follows the spontaneous signals her body sends, feeling justified in doing so. There's nothing romantic or emotional in her actions—she's not generally passionate enough even to be predatory. Few Aries want to work that hard. On the other hand, she may throw a major hissy fit if a guy doesn't take her bait—as ****** off as Athena when Paris judges Aphrodite more beautiful than her—whereby all diplomacy goes right out the window and it's allout (Trojan) war. Scorn is the one sentiment she will not easily abide from a man.

To be sure, Aries can be a real hypocrite when it comes to sexual relationships: It is fine for her to have a roving eye, acting on her "honest" impulses; but just let her catch a steady beau screwing around and all ideological diatribing on equality in relationships is discarded. Rejection is anathema to Aries; she is the one accustomed to rifling through the male meat-rack, spitting out the chewed-up bits at will. Of course, such a one-sided view of relationships is a throwback to her upbringing: Her father may have gotten away with sex-on-the-side shenanigans, but there's no way her mother would have entertained such thoughts for herself. And the Aries female expects that same double standard to apply to her relationships. She must have, at the very least, what her father enjoyed—usually, she hankers for more. Topping her father is a stock subconscious force—as mentioned, she may enter into the same career as her dad, only to surpass him. Unconsciously, she seeks to emasculate her father for, what she considers, the foul manner in which he treated her mother. Part and parcel of that subliminal castration—where did Athena get that auxiliary Pallas anyway?—is Aries's tendency to cuckold the men in her own life. It takes balls, certainly, to do so. Which may not be taking the metaphor far enough—Aries female, of all women, has the worst case of penis envy imaginable. Sometimes, it's not such a bad thing: The strong, silent type with whom she often permanently partners might be happy that she's the britches-wearing relationship front person and may prefer her being the motivating force in the bedroom as he can take the backseat while letting her drive the action.

When it comes to sex, Aries craves instant gratification. If single, she'll usually have a booty-call number logged into her speed dial; and in a relationship, she's gotta have it more often than any other woman on the astrological wheel. Not one for nuance, Aries generally opts for skipping the preliminaries and getting to the main event. Foreplay schmoreplay: Intercourse is something she can never get enough of. Indeed, she has so urgent a need for that specific, straightforward form of sexual contact that she finds what most people consider pleasurable preambling far more frustrating than fulfilling. She's totally fine with the fact that her Mars-fueled nature places heavy focus on the physical act of love, not to mention directing emphasis on the actual protrusive apparatus, whether it be her hunger for a guy's stiffy or a preoccupation with her own clitoris. She is a woman in pursuit of her own orgasm. And she'll think nothing, for instance, of waking up a lover by shagging him. For, Aries's last-of-the-red-hot ruling planets, Mars, allots her more than her fair share of lustful energy, effecting some of the most vigorous sexploits conceivable. Still, Aries is not a sensualist by any stretch of the imagination—such titillation can actually be a turnoff. Her breasts and nipples are often either not especially sensitive, tending to be an uneroticized portion of her anatomy, or they are sometimes too sensitive an area that she'd just as soon skim over. No, when push comes to shove, which she inevitably hopes it will, the whole of Aries's sexuality is acutely focused on her yoni, which yearns to be engaged in the one, or two, functions for which it was specifically designed. The mythical symbol for Pallas Athena, incidentally, is basically an inverted beaver on a stick. This goes a long way to explain why it is that Aries is so picky about a lover's physical attributes: Not one to find excitement in suggestive, let alone mental or imaginary levels of sexual contact, she needs to have some meat in her potato—on that score, she is very much conscious of size. Regardless of how much affection she might hold for a man, the unveiling of his equipment must elicit at least some tiny gasp or she'll be disinclined to let a relationship progress any further. However, her emphasis on the corporal shouldn't make her seem superficial. On the contrary, another lesson Aries woman teaches us is that, with this basic level of physical connection fulfilled, relationships may proceed on a wholly natural, unspoken, and decidedly serene level. No emotional or cerebral compensation will be necessary on the part of either party. Aries leaves it to the rest of the zodiacal signs to line the pockets of sex therapists and marriage counselors.

Typically not a day goes by without Aries female getting off, one way or another. She is a notorious masturbator, something she'd readily admit—if she's sleeping alone, especially, she often can't even doze off without a few pointed flicks. She plays with herself during sex as well, not wanting to waste time having the guy do it—no matter how adept he is, he won't get her there as assuredly as she can. Besides, she doesn't want him distracted from the simple role he's there to perform, and that is quite frankly to ram her, expertly and thoroughly. Of course, she enjoys being eaten; but again, it will only ever be a means to an end, with no undue loitering allowed. Sucking a guy is pretty low on her priority list, as the act somewhat offends Aries's no-service sensibilities. She may experiment with anal sex, although it seems to her, quite literally, beside the point. Intercourse is the thing. Still, she'll never fall into a rut with it: She is an aficionado of positions and a connoisseur of techniques, highly skilled in her role as the wildest ride on the planet. Never one to just lie there, nothing but the design of her anatomy suggests she is passive in the carnal situation.

As a nod to her Lilith archetype, she mainly likes it on top—it's that particular penchant that gave rise to this primordial female's marital squabbles with the fragile-ego'd Adam. Aries will simultaneously squeeze, pump, and hump her man with such ardor that he must possess reserves of natural staying power if he's not to disappoint this most insistent female. Just as she can drink most guys under the table, she can easily outscrew them as well, and if that means pulling an all-nighter, then so much the better—sex with her always seems somewhat competitive. Though of any woman, Aries might like it a little rough, she won't take any more than she herself dishes out. She is aroused by seeing a man squirm and may engage in erotic acts aimed at having her way with decidedly submissive types—although, being more male-homophobic than most women, such a fellow may raise her wily eyebrows. Besides, as a basically unpsychological character, one not easily given to fetishes, this proclivity rarely progresses to the whips-and-chains stage. (Though if presented with a pair of handcuffs, Aries would undoubtedly find some use for them.)

Anyway, it's far more exciting still to be in a sexy struggle for domination with a self-professed he-man whose status as such will be called into question by the muscle power with which Aries is wont to push back. Female sexuality, she'll have you know, is not all perfume, plucking and powder puffs—it's a raw, primal and often beastly affair. Indeed, she is animalistically activated, and in no small way, by a man's scent, and, she hopes, vice versa. Often, the riper the body odor the better for Aries and her ideal man, who might also appreciate her more cavewomanesque forgoing of razors as well as deodorant, particularly of the feminine variety. At some point, too, Aries's penis envy will be played out in one way or another. If her partner is so inclined, she may turn the tables, giving him a good "go" with the help of a latex instrument or two.

For Aries, all sexual activity should have at least a small dose of shock value to it, especially where there is an opportunity for a bit of exhibitionism on her part. She gets off on being watched—lights on, shades up—and she has a weakness for sex in public, which is really all about her hope that she and her lover will be noticed (whereas for many people it's getting away with not being seen that holds a secret thrill). The Ram wants to cause a stir by being caught out as highly sexed. She may discuss in detail a previous night's romp as dispassionately as describing a trip to the dentist. She has a tendency to brag about her sexual conquests, confident that such disclosure will only inspire awe and admiration in others. Her sense of discretion often slips, as she feels no conflict in mixing business with pleasure, even daring to engage in a quickie behind her office door, only to emerge with her partner to suspiciously raised eyebrows. Often even when in a steady relationship Aries will crave extracurricular activities—indeed, no other woman is bound to stray from her primary commitment as much as the Ram. She may say nothing, thinking it nobody's affair but her own, or she might have been so up-front about her liberated spirit from the get-go that she has established her bond as "open." She may even want her partner present while she gets it on with another guy—to have him watch her with, perhaps, a younger stud or even someone she's picked out of a gourmet catalog of paid escorts. However, this type of behavior is a rarity, if only because Aries's partner's affection is too profound to comfortably allow it. In fact, her long-standing heterosexual relationships can be relatively one-sided, with the man becoming the nurturing, maternal presence. For it must be said that the typical Aries is relatively lacking in maternal instincts, which helps to explain why she often seeks a man who will mother her, that is, when they're not in the bedroom. She will rarely make time for simple shows of affection, something that threatens to become her foremost relationship pitfall—it also sheds light on why so many Aries live solitary, albeit satisfying lives late into adulthood. It's just too much work to dredge up warm and fuzzy feelings one doesn't possess.

In many ways, Aries female is very much like a stereotypical man whom women are wont to harangue for not having more sensitivity. Again, the Ram gal is much more aligned with that stereotypically male perspective in life, one which, in many ways, makes women appear to be the opposite sex. This may explain why Aries is easily one of the more bisexual females on the astrological block. Compared with most women, she'd think nothing of forming a threesome with her male partner and another woman, particularly if that woman is distinctly unlike her—superpassive, soft, and seemingly vulnerable. She gets quite a kick out of watching a femmey femme wriggle helplessly beneath her, relishing the role of alpha female to be reckoned with. There is a hint of the sadistic in the way she relates to a woman in a bisexual setting, as she imposes a forcefulness, particularly with someone who is new to girl-on-girl experiences. She really gets in a woman's face, pressing her for oral pleasure, strapping on the de rigueur dildo. Even the straightest Aries, if there truly is such an animal, would be curious to feel the rush of screwing another woman to orgasm, and to hear a few pleas for more (or less). Though practically all Aries females will find themselves in bed with another woman at some point, when the Ram identifies as gay, she does so unequivocally. Just as straight Aries typically hangs with an all-male cast of friends, gay Aries will seek out the company of other women exclusively, for all intents and purposes turning her back on the male world completely. Privately she may have been undergoing a gradual shift to gay identification, but it would seem to those who know her as if she switched teams overnight: Up to that total turning point, she could have been quite sexually active with any number of men (whose jaws will invariably hit the ground). It's not that the Aries remains closeted longer than other gay women, it's just that having had bisexual feelings for so long, typically acting on them all the while, such open experimentation actually stems the tide of an utterly sweeping sexual epiphany. Indeed, it's not so much a matter of discovering an abrupt desire for women, as much as it is developing an incremental but ultimately violent revulsion for men.

Unlike straight Aries, who, in sleeping with a woman, seeks to express a near-bratty dominance over another female, the gay Aries is looking for the exact opposite experience—she is generally drawn to even more domineering women with whom she can play at being a bit of a sex object herself. Gay Aries can get very girly, indulging in the sort of feminine trappings that would send straight Ram girls running for the hills. And yet, because she so obliterates herself from the gaze of men, the Aries lesbian feels free to explore, indeed fetishize, the female experience without its signaling a surrender to male tyranny. With a woman, gay Aries will do what straight Aries wouldn't dream of: dress up in lacy lingerie and provocative underwear, perform stripteases for her lover—the whole Playboy-bunny routine. On the outside it will be the same jeans-and-T-shirt shell as usual, but underneath may be lurking entire pages of the Victoria's Secret catalog. Gay Aries essentially shares her alpha-female status with a lover, whom she'll let play the part of decision-maker and parental adviser while she commits to her own starring role as a worshiped and indulged ingenue, no matter her actual age. Aries does tend to connect with, even slightly, older lovers, at once butcher and certainly more mothering than herself. Her lover may even be an amalgam of her own parents' energies, someone who confers and consults with Aries's father in offering her professional advice, just as she'll powwow with Aries's mother on how to best negotiate the Ram's moodiness. For the lover of an Aries woman, attention will always be on caretaking, that and staving off her trademark terrible tantrums—whether she's straight, gay, or, as is most often the case, somewhere in between.

As a rule, gay Aries wants to be done for in the bedroom, the rather one-sided recipient of sexual activity, requiring her lover to be happiest in the position of service to her, orally or otherwise. The only thing Aries may miss about heterosexual contact is the very real penetration it afforded—still, she can't quite stomach the idea of what's attached to a genuine penis. In a steady lesbian relationship, it will be her lover who'll need to do the requisite strapping on or endeavoring to stimulate the Aries with similarly probing toys or techniques. Much to her partner's delight Aries will give audible testimony to the incomparable pleasure this provides, especially satisfying the erotic desires of a more dominant companion. If her lover is decidedly butch, Aries will only play the femme even more, forever trying to fulfill the extent of whatever fantasies her partner might possess. Aries, for her part, thrives on an erotically charged relationship, and she'll do anything to keep an aura of electricity in the air. In truth, to the Aries, life is just what happens between sexual experiences.

posted June 24, 2013 07:58 PM            

It is a testament to Virgo woman's angelic spirit that a guy won't readily "jump her bones," despite her often blatant invitations to do so. The zodiac's Virgin simply can't help but inspire respect for her "person," if even to the detriment of her conscious determination to incite lust. Virgo is no mere woman, but rather womanhood incarnate. She is iconic—ironic to someone so unsuspecting as she—Mother Earth made manifest, in all her gorgeous fleshy glory. Virgo woman instills both wonder and fear in the hearts of men. She is, simultaneously, sacred territory and a remarkably sexy bombshell, embodying many a man's conflicting view of femalekind as Madonna and ***** , all pieced together into one jiggling, juicy package. Somehow, wanting to lay her, rather than marry; protect, and preserve her, is akin to littering at the Grand Canyon. And despite her den-mothering, she can never really be just one of the boys—one look at her says she couldn't roll with the punches of a casual **** between friends. By definition, she cannot be that superficial in her dealings—Virgo's mutable-earth status points to profound intensity, like that of the churning, molten planetary core, a term derived from her namesake goddess, Kore. And it is on so fathomless a level that Virgo experiences her romantic and indeed sexual feelings, her disarmingly vacuous demeanor notwithstanding. Not only does this often spinsterish-looking sister have the proverbial fire down below, but she also experiences both her cached emotions and the pleasurable act of sex itself far more viscerally than most. For her, the earth indeed moves. Still, the fact remains that this earthy goddess can't just "give away the farm" without forming nearly unbreakable emotional attachments.

Talk about loaded: Virgo is not only a whole lotta woman physically, she also places tremendous expectations on what another female might simply consider a crush. To most men, she is thus doubly intimidating—especially to the carefree "boys" she seeks to bed, to whom the prospect of a relationship with her is akin to staring into a gaping abyss. First, some of those guys she goes for doubt their ability to sexually satisfy such a zaftig creature. Secondly, because relations seem to be so sacred to her, "entering" a Virgo is like barging into a temple where most men feel unworthy to tread. Of course, being so diffident, she'd never suspect herself of making others feel insignificant-she'd just read it as rejection and internalize her pain, adding to those churning, burning, yearning feelings deep inside. It mightn't be until years later that Virgo finally appreciates the value of this natural weeding-out process: with lesser men—boys, really—kept at bay, it will be only the most self-assured "grown-up" male who won't be intimidated by this unspeakable force, instead, desiring her for it. Despite Virgo's designation as the zodiac's empty vessel, she is nonetheless fairly incapable of being objectified by men—she is clearly so much more than a mere trinket. Still, it is particularly difficult for most men to resolve Virgo's double-barreled aura of saintly sister and sexy mama. Indeed, men tend to impose a sexual double standard on all women; but Virgo, by flagrantly embodying such seemingly dissonant feminine (Madonna-***** ) themes, forces every man she meets to reconcile these labels. The sign of Virgo represents such universal principles as compromise and cohesion, a shift from discordant to the resolute, from dissonance to resonance. In none other than this personage do such conflicting characteristics alchemically combine to strike one resounding chord.

As befits her mutable-earth status and the 6th House quality of conformism, Virgo woman is designed to blend, indeed contour, herself to any given situation. When it comes to relationships, she naturally seeks to fill existing holes in a man's life, making herself useful as a tool for healing any ailing areas, whether he be professionally lagging or in need of rehabilitated personal habits. She is, in effect, attracted to men on the basis of their potential—to whom they might become, rather than to whom they already are. As that empty vessel, she enters into bonds with open arms, seeking to unburden a man from obstacles preventing him from self-fulfillment. The zodiac's efficiency expert, she helps shape a man's modus operandi, often forgoing much in the way of focus on herself. She's his premier consultant, pointing out blocks and implementing systems for positive change. The girl can't help it: She is driven to nurture a man in his ambitions, and to help heal any ills he experiences, personally or professionally. Notoriously attracted to erudite if not esoteric types—intellectuals, inventors, poets, writers—she is determined that a man focus solely on his creativity. happy to become his right-hand gal, giving him the increased manpower he needs to achieve his goals. But look out: The 6th House rule of dependency works both ways, and while a man may view his Virgoan helpmate as someone willingly under his command, she can also become a crutch on which to lean, unwillingly enabling any detrimental habits he might have.

More than anything else, Virgo needs to be needed—while she'd do better simply wanting to be wanted. As a result, relationships with her can take on the quality of an addiction. A man who would otherwise have developed a sexual interest in Virgo woman might fixate instead on her usefulness in the more workaday sectors of his life—those outside the bedroom—turning the eager beaver into a merely busy one: She'll perform all but that one very wifely "duty." Likewise, her romantic bonds may operate as business partnerships whereby administrative considerations take precedence over any exchange of passion. Such blurred relationship lines are part and parcel of the female Virgoan experience.

Like Charlie Brown's cartoon sister Sally, Virgo often invents situations that aren't strictly true: She may describe a "relationship" with some Linus of her liking to friends in romantic terms when, if pressed, she'd have to admit that she and her clueless crush haven't even so much as kissed. In true Virgoan conformist fashion, she may, in the extreme, even mold herself in such a hapless man's image, literally taking on his traits, his tastes, his habits and affectations, so as to practically become his female doppelganger. Somewhere, subconsciously, she might assume that if she, in effect, becomes an appendage of her love object, he won't think to dump her—doing so, she imagines, would be tantamount to chopping off his right arm. Meanwhile, by filling in all the glaring holes in his life, she mightn't even care that her own is going remarkably unstuffed. Life, for the mutable Virgo, is a collage wherein she borrows pieces of what experience she requires from various sources, all too often gleaning much of the symbiosis a love relationship might afford from other bonds—friends, particularly gaymale ones, bosses, or colleagues—leaving just the actual sex part lacking, something quite easily remedied via a one-night stand or an interlude with an electrical device, such behaviors that won't conflict, in time or energy, with the full-out dedication she already invests elsewhere. She is like a willing Eliza Doolittle of My Fair Lady fame (a character based on Pygmalion's Galatea, which is already a retelling of Hephaestus' sculpting of Pandora), whose name signifies Virgo's recalcitrance against doing for herself in favor of being molded in the image of some faultfinding Henry Higgins, who may come to depend upon, rather than love, her. It is all too easy for Virgo to stay in this, her signature rut. Despite her outsized desire to do so, it seems that no other woman has a harder time giving herself fullyto another individual—the reason for this, quite simply, is that she often doesn't feel in full possession of herself, having done little in the way of owning up to her own needs.

Nobody, not even the protean Gemini, is more of a changeling than Virgo woman. She is like an empty vessel, a symbol of both Pandora and Mary Magdalene, waiting to be filled, seemingly devoid of personal boundaries, and thus a bit dangerous, particularly to other women. Blatantly becoming the people she idolizes, her mimicry borders on body-snatching. In the broadest sense, being such a mosaic is a positive thing—Virgo doesn't miss a trick—taking in what she perceives in others as their beneficial qualities and incorporating them into herself. Much of who she is has been appropriated from outside sources, and sometimes inappropriately: Just as she might conform to a man's behavior, transforming herself into so exact a counterpart, so, too, will she assume the qualities of other women, whom she might only seek to emulate. Programmed to receive, this empty vessel can actually become a vacuum, sucking up to people in every sense of the word. With so few girl friendships, the wake of her existence is strewn with females whose identities she has assumed and then, as a result, discarded. Everyone, male or female, whom the Virgo encounters becomes another small portion of herself. In theory, this is true for all human beings; but for the living sculptural collage that is this mutable-earth female, the dynamic is most conspicuous. Like Mother Earth, Virgo woman will swallow you—little wonder that the digestive organs are associated with the sign.

Whereas heterosexual Virgo generally spits out the women she encounters, she gets her juices working on the men in her life, turning, churning them into individuals who can fully contribute to, indeed nourish, the world at large. She may view a man as her very sustenance, surviving off that which he might yield creatively or financially. Indeed, as the patroness of the zodiac, Virgo is uniquely gifted to aid other individuals-friends, lovers, or blurry combinations of both—in achieving, often artistic, aims such that both might enjoy monetary reward. This earth mama may nurse her man to financial health, but she will simultaneously milk him for her fair share of the bounty. Having fed off the fruits of a man whom she has metabolized into someone more functional and fertile, she has also developed the power to turn him, and his reputation, to **** (to follow the analogy). As unassuming, angelic, as this cherub-faced woman might appear, she will think nothing of accessing her Mercury-ruled communciation skills, putting the kibosh—a 6th House hex—on whoever has stomped on her toes.

The irony Virgo must ultimately face is that the man for her is one who doesn't need her to blend or fold so fully into his life. Symbiosis might be allowed to occur on a strictly sexual, or indeed spiritual, basis, or perhaps both. Virgo is most attracted to a man who is rough around the edges—tough guys, rockers, bikers, tortured artists, or other such unwashed heroes waiting to happen, most of whom will fall into many of the aforementioned afflicted relationship patterns with our codependent Wendy den mother. However, there is that rare breed of male, one whose career or creative life needs no tweaking, who still exhibits the in-the-rough male qualities that make the zodiac's Virgin lose it to love at first sight—often men somewhat older than the dorm-room denizens she typically adopts. A self-realized man, with no nooks and crannies for the Virgo to fill, is her most suitable, albeit most challenging, mate. Whether mature in actual years or in emotional attitude, this type poses the perfect detour to all Virgo's codependent behavior, flagging her to yield that symbiotic energy of hers into more strictly loving and sexual veins. It may take years for her to make such a love connection—many a Virgin doesn't settle into a healthy relationship until she is in her Virgoan ruled 35–42 years. Such a confidently masculine man is undaunted by the world of femininity that the Virgoan physically represents. He wants in—rather than perceiving her as a void that will swallow (read: emasculate) him, he sees her as his perfect match, the yin to his yang, the forcefully female equivalent to his masculine desire. Virgo woman, it must be said, so often wastes her time and attention on boys when what she really wants and needs is a man. And one day, when she's just finished tidying up some anemic Peter Pan's apartment—bam!—she might crash straight into the kind of man she's been trying to foster in relationship never-never land.

Such a man, who has no need for Virgo's Ms. Fixit routine, forces her to reallocate that energy—into a shared emotional, indeed spiritual connectedness and, of course, into sex. For her, the sacred-harlot madonna-***** of the zodiac, sex is sanctified, What she teaches, by example, is that this should be true for all of us. But first, she must learn that lesson herself. Indeed, such a pure loving union with a man, free from all the administrative duties she usually feels compelled to perform, provides quite an education. Herein, Virgo realizes that, as the Madonna-***** of the zodiac, she is naturally tantric in the bedroom. The planet Mercury represents the principle of intelligence in the universe; and here, in the material (earth) sign of Virgo, its rule translates into a physical intelligence; that is, the body's awareness of how to perform its designated functions—digestion, ingestion, gestation, all being human capabilities that occur on the 6th House unconscious level. Such that, when it comes to the physical act of sex, Virgo's body knows what to do—one might even say it has a mind of its own, on occasion even surprising Virgo herself. Her body, the ultimate vessel, becomes a means of transcendence and, indeed, transformation. Sex induces in Virgo a near alchemical effect, making her feel more wholly confident, thus allowing her to get to the very Kore of her being—letting that inner juvenile she might so vehemently overprotect grow up and experience intense carnal pleasure. Sex puts Virgo in touch with parts of herself she wouldn't otherwise know existed, helping her to experience what a woman is most essentially designed for on the physical, sexual plane: mating.

Still, any revelation that sex might offer will not occur overnight. Change for this earth girl happens slowly, and only with each successive romp in the sack will her sexuality and her sense of self progressively deepen. But letting sex take its natural course requires dedicated practice—which is why those Band-Aid one-night stands she experiences hardly scratch the surface of her longing. To boot, the quick-fix masturbatory stimulation she appeased herself with is paltry compared to the profound vaginal eruptions she will increasingly enjoy. Over time, and usually with a steady mate, Virgo comes to embody her mutable-earthiness, conforming comfortably to as hefty a package of manhood as a guy might have to offer. She mightn't realize it in her youth, but size, and length specifically, indeed matters to the Virgo, as does the frequency of love making. She is a sturdy "sex machine" and requires a similarly strapping man. One must think of her as the most powerful of sexual engines, all revved up and waiting to be taken for a long, fast ride by a seasoned driver—one who will undoubtedly enjoy the erotic trip of his life.

For the faint of heart, or simply the blatantly out of shape, sex with the Virgo woman can be a tough task indeed. Though she is rarely, by any stretch of the imagination, a gym bunny, odds are ten to one that most guys will tire before she does. To experience the full pleasure of sex with the Virgo female, a man must possess a heroic degree of staying power. Being result-oriented will get him nowhere. With her, it's all about enjoying the process, building excitement, giving and taking in equal measure—the sign of Virgo, after all, represents mutuality. Still, the sexual experience must be powered by love. Virgo can only reciprocate in her signature extraordinary way if that physical intelligence tells her a partner is deeply into her, literally and figuratively. Her perfect mate is someone who, unlike those guys who bolted when faced with her obvious emotional depth, welcomes so unfathomable a female as she. Like wise, Virgo has little tolerance for the Quickdraw McGraws of the world.

If all systems are finally go, that reciprocal energy can be mind-blowing: Virgo matches a man's every stroke with an ever so slightly anticipatory thrust of her own, upping the stakes by finely calibrated degrees, heightening the experience without wrecking the flow. Rushing is absolutely out of the question. Getting out of his head, giving over to Virgo's inherent physical intelligence and, thus, his own, a man will indeed feel the earth move, patiently giving over to pleasure. The more instinctually he works her, the more she'll become putty in his hands. Intuitively, she senses the subtlest of needs to ease or speed up, as if her yoni itself discerns the way to make his lingam grow without blowing its stack. At first, it might seem that Virgo is someone who just lies there. But any such impression is often more a reflection of a man's shortcomings than any on her part. As befits her Kore archetype, motion begins subtly for the Virgo, on the inside, where her body involuntarily teases, squeezes, and eventually vacuums a man into her without a kernel of knowledge of what's occurring passing consciously through her brain, her body delivering the information to her head, not the other way around. If a man doesn't tune in to these natural workings and instead seeks to assert his own rhythmic directives, they will never get in sync. In fact, there should be no conscious effort on the part of the guy. Given time—the term quickie isn't in her vocabulary—the zodiac's Virgin will gradually dispel any accusations that she's sluggish in the sack. Not generally multiorgasmic, Virgo will experience her one climax as seismic, originating from so subterranean a spot in herself as to throw her entire being into uncontrollable spasms. Linda Blair in need of an exorcism, thrashing about her bed, had nothing on the Virgo woman. Not into sexual abstractions or games of any sort, Virgo simply likes having some meat in her potato. Fantasy or role-play seems beside the point: She needn't pretend to enjoy what seems, to her, the most natural of experiences; she views what many females label taboo as a casual walk in the park. Fittingly, the Virgo seeks to serve, more than just simply please, and her penchant for submission is a surprising thrill to any lover. A willingness to be blatantly passive may easily extend to her offering up her Virgo-ruled rectum—she derives nearly as much pleasure from this orifice as she does from the other. If she's to join in any games at all, they might be along one bondage theme or another, as being held captive, and subsequently released, mirrors the evolution of her psychological process in life. She enjoys a touch of the dark side, often art-directing her own bedroom into some semblance of a dungeon, replete with candles that she might employ, expertly dripping wax on her partner in all the right places.

There is something fetishistic about this forcefully feminine woman who turns her intent to please a man into a ritualistic experience that might include a few pieces of paraphernalia—sexual toys replacing the juvenile doodads she's so fond of Leather, typically part and parcel of attracting those motorcycle men for whom she will always have a weakness, is a particular Virgo fetish. If biker magazines are any indication, their readers seem to enjoy a zaftig female—a category in which the Virgo woman readily includes herself It's a trademark turn-on for her to get down and dirty with a rugged bear of a man, thrilling with schoolgirl excitement at a rough rider with a Harley (especially if he bought it with the interest off his stock investments), making her all the more eager to ride his very own hog whenever and wherever she can. Virgo is a notoriously "cheap date," most content to hang at home and smoke a big fatty as a prelude to an evening in bed—Virgo, the zodiac's own little hell's angel, revels in stoned sex. Mother, jugs, and speed: Virgo has all these essential elements that appeal to that most blatant brand of hetero male, having nary a desire to flirt with the sexual affections of any man who even slightly whiffs of ambiguity. Virgo is one of the least gay of female signs; although, despite her signature distaste for sushi, even the most heterosexual Virgin will indulge if and when it complies with the whim of the man she loves. Since lesbian fantasies abound among the straight men she takes up with, Virgo will submit to a man's desire in her eagerness to please, undoubtedly finding herself faced, at some point, with having to at least fake same-sex interest in a threesome scenario.

In gay relationships, Virgo woman tends to drop much of her servile tendencies and take on more of a prima-donna attitude. Gay or straight, she rarely feels a need to impress other women in the same way she does with men. With females, she won't pursue, playing a toned-down, traditional femme role during courtship. She is pointedly vague and vacuous in her sentiments, forcing a woman to make ever more bold advances or simply give up out of fear or confusion. Virgo is attracted to strong women, those who unapologetically take charge. To follow the Peanuts analogy further, she is like Marcy paired with Peppermint Patty, the demure other half to an often blatantly butch partner who mayor may not have an affinity for sensible shoes and short haircuts. With such a woman, Virgo plays Alice B. Toklas to a Gertrude Stein, undertaking the role of a manicured majordomo and executive secretary, tending to her lover like a traditional heterosexual wife. She derives power in being the silent partner, ruling the roost while reveling in the femininity that so appeals to a lover. She may be the consummate homemaker, prettifying the environment she and her mate share, indulging in beauty treatments, potions, and perfumes. She will be literally quiet in the relationship, perhaps sensing that her natural shyness, even her vacancy, is perceived as part of a deep feminine mystique. The Virgoan secretary of the zodiac is literally a consummate keeper of secrets, inspiring trust in her lover, forever bolstering their bond. She is a fathomless source of consolation and consultation, a container and tender of rejuvenating home fires, forever urging her typically more worldly partner forward in pursuits that will bring mutual success. Her infectious laugh and infamously broad humor, especially, make a lover forget all the strife of life.

The larger-than-life Virgo can be an over-the-top lipstick-brand lesbian. She fetishizes, as she does all her passions, the signature trappings of being a woman—the clothes, the makeup, the sexy lingerie—confident that her most extravagant dalliances will only be met with appreciation and awe. She knows she's a catch. And she likes to be paraded around, a prized reflection of the power her lover must possess over her—when, more often than not, it's she who has her lover, if ever so gently, under her professionally varnished thumb. When it comes to sex, the gay Virgo finds herself getting served—passivity only drives her lover to please her all the more. As for her own modus operandi, Virgo enjoys being seduced by a woman, playing that Virgin role to the hilt, empowering her partner to introduce new sexual acts, positions, and techniques over time. She portrays a pretense of purity, as if her prudish boundaries were forcibly being pushed forward toward new delights. For Virgo's lover, the role of instigator becomes a sexual raison d'être: Excitement is derived from continually deflowering the zodiac's Virgin in some way or another. In this sense, the whole of the gay Virgo's sex life is one continual role-playing game. Similar to her straight counterpart, she may take her sexual ingenue act so far as to regularly partake in bondage scenarios—of course, cast as the captive damsel in distress.

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In a nod to his 3rd House's rule of awareness, as well as his patron Mercury's omnipresent nature, Gemini's main concern is to be the most "going on" of guys, sexually or otherwise. With his keen antennae, this two-way radio of a man is always picking up a woman's signals, then instantly telegraphing the desired feedback, releasing information tailored to meet with her approval. On a larger scale, he's sending more sweeping messages as well, signaling sexual interest by flirting and posing, making a visible show, if not an outright spectacle, of his affections. He works to perfect his suitor's delivery, honing his words and gestures, reveling in the happenstance surrounding the securing of a mate or even an evening's date. Indeed, he creates an exciting environment, that mutable field, around the advent of what he hopes will be literal intercourse, as opposed to objectively professing interest like Aries or subjectively inviting it like Taurus. The Geminian character, who sees life as an eternal crossroads, focuses on the proper setting wherein he and a woman might literally intersect. He is a master of mood, employing lighting, music, and other such atmospheric accoutrements to provide fertile ground for romance to blossom. Of any sign, Gemini is the consummate lad with the swinging bachelor pad, replete with the coolest furnishings, a killer home-entertainment center, bar, and a bed, which often has some novelty aspect to it. Put it this way: If any guy were to have a vintage waterbed or a rotating circular bed or one housed in a giant Lucite martini glass, it would be our groovy Twins guy. He'll light candles, lubricate a would-be lover with liquor, even present her with a couple of thoughtful gifties, so long as it will help to clinch the deal. Everythingabout him says he's the slickest bachelor, the perfect date, if not the ultimate mate. Funny and fitting, too, that Geminis are the zodiac's birds, sons of the Twins laid by Leda, who was herself laid by swan Zeus. For we see him behaving similarly to a male bird of paradise, hell-bent on dazzling a female with elaborate displays: Chatting and gesturing, puffing himself up, he suggests an ability to provide an exciting and colorful life. Gemini communicates his prowess and passion in the same multimedia fashion—through sound and sense, spoken word, music, special effects—as in any bird's ritual courtship presentations. Like his winged friends, the Gemini fellow believes that the male who puts on the best show wins. He wants to be thought of as fun. And he's certainly not above fabrication to that much further feather a potential love nest: As if he didn't have enough to do, Mercury is not only the god of jesters and clowns but also of liars and cheats—a deific blend of nice and naughty qualities as befits a ruler of this dual sign. And like this god who slips so easily between Olympus and the underworld, Gemini inhabits at least two worlds at once. He is a living testament to the coexistence of life's disparate planes of existence. In brass tacks: No matter how squeaky choirboy a neighborhood character he appears, he often has more experience with life's shadier dealings than most males. It's part of his appeal to have an edge, an ever-so-slight aura of danger about him—just enough to impress the chicks. The Gemini believes that "thoughts have wings," and he is a master of letting his personal notions fly, thereby creating a buzz about himself.

With a typically open-door dating policy effected quite early in life, he's forever toting a different type around on his Geminian-ruled arm, no doubt scratching après-sex notations next to her name in some form or another of a little black book. So cunning is he that, with a word or mischievous glint, this little devil, as his Mercury glyph suggests, can send shivers racing up and down a girl's spine. Like magic, he'll parlay the slightest possibility of erotic interaction into an ecstatic reality—even when a girl might originally be dead set against it. Such is the power of the Geminian sleight of hand: By creating an atmosphere of excitement, many a rocking female will go out with the zodiac's artful dodger on the sheer impulse that an evening out with him promises to be fun. He seems happy and shiny, not at all a wolf or snake in the grass to guard against. But astrology's firstborn son of Mercury inherits his patron's hocus-pocus to such an extent that the little scamp inevitably scams his way into a woman's drawers, if not her heart, when she least expects it. He possesses such verve, and quite a bit of nerve, making his move with incredible speed. Caught unawares, a woman feels no harm in giving over to kissing this lovable rogue with whom the mere idea of sex seems more like light confection than it does serious invasion. This is what Gemini hopes. Especially if he has lured her back to his lair, that tender trap where he can fully play his hand. Combined facility and elfin quickness will see him slipping a woman out of her dress in no time—indeed, there isn't a guy in the zodiac who can go from zero to sixty-nine faster than he.

Variety is certainly the spice of Gemini's life. Indeed, the mutable quality of his sign sees him adapting, dating women from seemingly every walk of life. To this Mercury-ruled guy, with his tiny orbit, it is indeed a small world after all. Another reason why so many men of this sign make haste to the bright lights and big city as soon as they can—there, he is guaranteed a plethora of pusillanimous pulchritude that he can thus overpower. Indeed, when playing the dating game, Gemini often goes for pushovers who are at once more likely to guarantee him a good time while guarding against his falling in love. He is that eternal teen, remember, who forever credits a date on the basis of her being easy and thus, nonthreatening to his bachelor status. He wants to have fun and not work too hard when playing the field; and the airier the head a girl has, the more amusement he'll have messing with it, not to mention coaxing it to perform its namesake act. Let's just say that the zodiac's sneaky operator is always looking for an opening. Once our little Mercury has sexually gone "around the world" enough times—or at least bedded his way through as many ethnic neighborhoods as his local city will allow—our 3rd House lad, being thus tied to his familiar surroundings, will ultimately seek to permanently bond with a lass of his own social species.

When Gemini mates, it is typically like some chatty magpie, for life and with a bird of his same feather. It is eerie, actually, just how vividly this dynamic will play out as the Twins guy is distinguished in the zodiac for settling down with his, well, twin, a female carbon copy of himself—the Bonnie to his Clyde if not the Jeckle to his Heckle (remember those witty cartoon magpie tricksters?)—a clever partner in crime who would make his merry gangster-prankster patron Mercury proud. For all the airheads he's screwed with, Gemini's main squeeze must be intelligent; he is truly respectful of a woman's mind, at least one who wouldn't fall for his usual tricks. The 3rd House also rules side-by-side and sibling relationships, so the Twins guy doesn't meld into a ball of oneness with his mate as does Taurus, who precedes him on the wheel; rather he remains pointedly separate from the righteous sister of his choosing, seeing himself and his loving clone as dividing and conquering in the world together, covering more bases in their shared struggle for survival. Both Gemini and Sagittarius men, who share a zodiacal axis, being so-called "opposite" signs (actually they are sort of octaves of each other, concerned with similar astrological experience on different scales), have a similar cloning aspect to their relationships, Gemini looking for an already existing twin while Sag fuses with a partner into a sort of third entity, typically assimilating a mate, transforming her into a likeness of himself. Gemini indeed looks for a girl with a similar upbringing to his own or one from the same geographical location or social stratum. He prizes personal class over the culturally assigned highfalutin variety—the kind money can't buy—seeking the sort of streetwise nobility that comes from living by one's wits, cherishing that kind of hearty spiritedness in a woman, a folksy sophistication that might have characterized a heroine in a twentieth-century Depression-era, wartime Hollywood film.

When the Goodfellow falls in love, he expresses his emotions by adopting a big-brother bearing, breeding that all-important familiarity between him and a would-be mate, becoming an immediate fixture and shoulder to lean on. He makes a woman feel as if she's known him all her life. And before you can say two-car garage, she might find herself being heaved over the threshold. He really pours it on, adjusting his signature affects away from presenting that swinging-single persona to painting a picture of sure-bet relationship material and family man. As such, he schmoozes her brood just as he will whisk her back to his own family homestead—the Gemini courtship ritual, as it is geared toward matrimony, entails a goodly amount of Sunday dinners. In his quest for a mate, there is an unspoken desire to achieve a solidarity of vision that, he's loath to admit, Gemini's parents never shared. However he does seek the personal space and freedom they did enjoy. Ah, wilderness: In the dog-eat-dog world where our antediluvian Twins guy "lives," he is hell-bent on establishing a secure nest to weather the gathering storm that is his view of existence—indeed, the mutable-air sign of Gemini is akin to the staticky, unpredictable atmosphere of ungodly human roguery that necessitated the biblical flood represented by the succeeding cardinal-water sign of Cancer—and he and his life-mate must man their separate battle stations, all hands on deck, battening down the hatches. To Gemini, the odds are always at least halfway stacked against him. For his part he still focuses on appearing the compromised local boy who nonetheless makes good. He promises to be nose-to-the-grindstone, a real worker bee, projecting this image to the world, happily embracing his humblest beginnings while building a "better" life for himself, an attitude that will define his MO even when promoted to CEO. Although, being too much the buzzy drone often sees him typecast into that role and thus overlooked for professional advancement. Yet, even when Gemini comes from buckets of money, silver spoon stuffed down his gullet, he often dresses in ratty clothes as a youth to dispel any stigma, and it later becomes an obsession to machete his own path through life's jungle and thus emerge a self-made man.

Nothing is more important to Gemini than garnering respect for his of-the-people persona, especially from his partner, who should applaud his Robin Hoodiness. To his mind, she must be a bastion of moral goody-goodiness, just what one expects from a little sister. His own Maid Marian must support his swashbuckling worldly endeavors, appreciating his attempts to make the world a better place, particularly for her, though not always by employing the most aboveboard means. Like Mr. Hood or his cartoon equivalent Underdog, whose own Marian is sweet Polly Purebread, Gemini man has a you-and-me-against-the-world attitude in relationships. He is an insular character from the get-go, but his partnerships reinforce this dynamic all the more. Surviving by his wits in the wilds of the world often necessitates our own underdog employing the more swindling aspects of his hoodier self. Gemini is Machiavellian to the core, and making good often means playing by the rules of the streets. Thus he endows his mate with all the homespun goodly qualities he feels he's fighting the good fight for. Not the quixotic knight that Aries is, questing after high ideals while keeping women on a pedestal as an emblem of lofty virtue, the Geminian rogue isn't so blind in his romantic ambitions. Rather he sees his wife or lover as a flesh-and-blood helpmate whom he simply wants to portion off from the harsher realities of life he feels are his duty as a man to wade through. The world is a dualistic place to his mind, remember, so while he deals daily in the den of thieves, he hopes his partner will stake out their caravan of dreams, preferably via the use of picket fencing or the modern equivalent as might suit his modish bungalow or sleek, terraced apartment. Such is the level of Gemini's taste and aspirations, superchic yet modest and unassuming.

Gemini is generally not chauvinistic; actually, he tends to consider women a whole lot smarter than men. Still, he believes the fairer sex should be protected from the world, which, as he sees it, is rife with evils; and the more he runs interference and deals with the dirty work of existence, the more payoff he hopes to garner and bring back to feather and indeed decorate the nest. Goodies are important to the zodiac's Goodfellow, and just as he decks himself out in spanking new fashions, so, too, does he like to see his wife dressed to the nines—he sometimes buys them matching outfits—and kits out his home as best he can. Again, he isn't into opulence, rather he has a modish, trendy aesthetic that he might gain pleasure in achieving through a bit of DIY. No matter his age, Gemini prides himself on being part of a hip, happening couple. He may actually insist upon picking out his wife's clothes, ensuring that she will be costumed in a manner that suits him, such that the necessarily staged production that is their relationship will appear searnlessly designed. Though he encourages his mate to work—two incomes are always welcome in the Twins's household—he will nonetheless be adamant about having children (he'll pick their clothes out, too, to match) and, most importantly, he'll want to have them young, which always makes for prettier photo greeting cards. Being seen as the callow, sexy, procreative couple is fairly crucial to the Gemini, who can't help but contemplate and therefore manipulate the public relations image he and his perpetually put out.

Being the zodiac's original excitement addict, the Twins man needs to make a splash in tandem with his partner. He prethinks how they'll look together, say, arriving at a party, appreciating, without pushing the issue, if all eyes are on them. It's not a question of vanity, but a matter of kick, that all-important Geminian electricity coursing through his sign-ruled nervous system. He and his partner of choice will be sociable in the extreme, attending parties, frequenting cafes, clubs, and restaurants known for being a "scene." As a couple, he, and his mate, for lack of a better word, dateother couples, "going steady" in foursomes with the Gemini typically playing ringleader, guiding his merry band through mini-bacchanals, going slightly out of bounds in partying, just enough so that emotions run high—laughs becoming more riotous, run-ins more dramatic, and flirtations more frequent and acceptable. He might squeeze the other lady's leg under the table, reinforcing the fact that, even though he's married, it doesn't mean Peter Pan is six feet under. He chats up the waitress, the coat-check girl, the busboy, whoever strikes his fancy at any given time. His mate will be the one to roll her eyes, fully aware that her winky man is eternally steeped in that teenage sort of courtship ritual. She mayor may not be so forgiving of his more infamous dalliances.

The Twins guy often can't help but seek the thrill that potential sexual triumphs provide. Flirting affords an escape valve, but only to a point. As such, many a Gemini will forgo channeling his obsession with immortality into procreation and instead attempt to remain forever young, playing the dating game until he seems, well, dated. Think Austin Powers (not to mention his twin, Dr. Evil). As is more typical, the ubiquitous son of Mercury will seek to cover all the bases, bringing up babies while still cruising the babes. Sometimes the sibling-like aspect in his relationship manifests all too literally, and he'll view his sister-wife as a sainted figure, seeking to preserve the good in his mate—the maid in Marian, the pure in Purebread—to the extent that the relationship will be all but sexless. In such a case, he may use his partner's beneficence as a bargaining chip, playing the part of the lovable schlub who doesn't deserve so good a woman; being, like poor Castor, "only human" in his failings, which might easily include slipping the salami to some other girl. This is, after all, the danger of life lived in the concrete jungle—sometimes one succumbs to its vices—but, he convinces himself, putting himself out there is how he can provide for his family. Our multiplicitous Twins man can rationalize anything, his usual disclaimer being something along the lines of "I love her, but I got needs." Indeed, he may feel he's doing his mate a favor, not subjecting her to his more lewd longings. Though this is an extreme case, most Goodfellows make a definite split between what they would do in bed with their sister-woman and what they'd get up to with some goomah.

When it comes to sex, Gemini consciously considers what it takes to be good in bed. He isn't going on pure animal instinct like Aries, or satisfied with pure sensation as is Taurus. Instead, the Twins guy uses his head. And nobody is better with his hands. As befits his planet's rule of communication, Gemini is not just a cunning linguist, his oral skill extends to the bedroom as well. If speed is the aim, no guy can get a girl off quicker, so long as we're speaking strictly of clitoral stimulation as a vehicle to orgasm. For it takes a sexually seasoned Gemini to sustain his signature fast and furious pace when it comes to plain old ******* around. But knowledge is power, and the Twins will actually make it his mission to overcome any carnal shortcomings. As it is, this original powerhouse of positive thinking is famous for looking in the mirror and giving him self verbal pep talks of the rah-rah variety (not only when gearing up for sex but also in other instances, such as when warming up for an interview or business presentation). In all arenas, what he lacks in true confidence he'll make up for in bravado, which translates into putting on the air of a powerful, badass stud, employing that much more talk than action—telling a woman how he plans to ransack her while working his foreplay magic, using those sign-ruled hands during intercourse to bolster the excitement and quicken a woman's pace to match his signature own. He'll twiddle, squeeze, bite, pinch, lick, and blow while poking, providing a woman with the feel of a full-body climax, no pale substitute, in the end, for a straight-on plowing. In some cases he may seek to overcome a sense of sexual inferiority through dominant role-play, a soupcon of which is all it takes to impart a major thrill to the Twins, whose trademark fantasy involves subjecting women to compromising, but rarely all-out-humiliating, positions. Think The Story of O via Disney.

For the Gemini male, sex must always, first and foremost, be fun. Like a terrier, he'll root out every corner of a female's fantasy life, urging her to admit, and submit to, her kinkiest longings. He thrives on experimentation and detests routine. Indeed, variety of experience, if not partners, is Gemini's most pressing penchant. At even the slightest show of interest from a female, he has a hard time keeping it in his pants despite long-term commitment. It's the breach in his dual nature he finds most difficult to broach. In extreme cases, sexual compulsion provides death-defying thrills, and with each petite mort he feels all the more alive. His penny-bright appearance often belies an if-just-slightly-sleazier sex life, the curse of his sign's inherent burning curiosity that drives him to experience all that human sexual behavior has to offer. At least once; as he's rarely one to get locked into anything too depraved. He has a weakness for high-class hookers who don't mind going around looking like they've just stepped out of the pages of Penthouse. Just as that magazine is distinguished from Playboy, with its solo layouts, by portraying couples going at it, so, too, does Gemini have a wee voyeuristic streak. Moreover, he is specifically turned on by the idea of tag-teaming a female with another fellow, just so long as he needn't play second banana. Puns aside, he'd like to be both director and featured actor. It's an in-your-face manifestation of his Castor-Pollux complex to be sure, that myth at once treating the Geminian themes of siblings and boon companions while flirting ever so slightly with homoeroticism. In such a fantasy there is as much a thrill imparted by overwhelming the woman with two sets of everything as there is being partnered with another guy in the process. In a sense, Gemini, in directing the action, will vicariously participate through the other man just as he takes part himself, in a sense being the two of them. That certainly works as an antidote against feeling like not enough man in bed.

Ironically, Geminis have few insecurities surrounding their sexual identification. Usually aware of "natural" homosexual feelings early in life, and perhaps part and parcel of being born under the neutral (bisexual or neutered) rule of the planet Mercury, he's willing to accept any duality within himself as just one more personal paradox. In fact, there's a strong bisexual streak in all straight Gemini men, if only a purely mental predisposition. When the Gemini does self-identify as gay, however, he generally chooses a partner as much on the basis of attraction as he does for cerebral stimulation. He is partnership-oriented in the extreme and seeks out a potential lover whom he feels will be capable of committing to a long-term relationship. Still, he'll require that all-important freedom, including those occasional peccadilloes. He's attracted to intellectuals, which raises one of the most misunderstood inferences regarding Gemini as a whole: Those born under the Twins are typically credited with being brainy in their own right when, in fact, it is a need to be stimulated mentally that characterizes the sign. But for the gay Gemini male, this inherent want is tantamount, as he often lives vicariously through his lover in this regard, content to know that mental faculties are being well represented within the relationship, without having to fatigue his own mind—he prefers to focus on fluffier creative and entertaining endeavors. The same dynamic applies to his ambition: Gay Gemini man wants a total mover-shaker, but doesn't necessarily feel obliged to be highly motivated himself. As long as achievement is also being covered by a lover in the relationship, he can look upon it as a done deal in his own life, indeed sharing in the accomplishment. This relegated way of thinking, whereby the Gemini includes the capabilities and interests of his partners under a larger, umbrella-shaped sphere of his own experience, is symptomatic of his own, often rampant, narcissism.

The gay Twins man seeks his soul mate in the literal, Platonic sense of a lover embodying his other half: someone without whom he cannot achieve wholeness in his life. There's a sense of Gemini and his lover having been hatched from the same egg: He goes for a guy his own age, and of approximately his same size and stature. And like his straight counterpart, he acts according to his astrological association with the 3rd House, gravitating toward men who come from a similar background or home environment. Nostalgic to the core, the past is a gay Gemini obsession—he needs to feel as if he "comes from the same place" as a lover. Indeed, his ideal bonds are brotherly. This may explain why Geminis are notoriously relaxed about infidelity. More than most signs, he'll overlook a partner's sexual indiscretions, hoping, often against hope, that he'll be afforded that same slack should the right opportunity ever present itself. Generally he's not looking for side action anyway. Ironically, Gemini's liberal stance on sexual shenanigans outside his committed relationship really stems from the fact that he makes such deep bonds: If the Twins guy deigns to be tied down in the first place, it's because he feels so connected to his partner—to him something as lite and superficial as sex couldn't begin to shake the foundation of his profoundly loving feelings. For gay Gemini a quick fling is rarely something to sweat.

Gemini man thrives on fun and excitement, and being able to share a stirring social life with his lover is a crucial requirement for their success. Making a scene--being seen--and attending sophisticated gatherings with other gay male couples are his favorite forms of entertainment. His approach to life is playful, and he tends to assume the part of Peter Pan even more than his straight Twins counterpart. Gemini is painfully attracted to men who are equally youthful in countenance, as he relishes the envious glances and flirtatious come-ons that are flung in their shared direction. If his lover is up for it, nothing is more exciting than the prospect of a third male party to play with. And he especially enjoys indulging his more overt bottom fantasies, particularly if that feature is sorely lacking in his relationship. Often, because Gemini seeks out such a strong emotional bond, he may have sacrificed his purely sexual needs to achieve it, hooking up with a heartfelt lover who isn't as sexually experimental or adventurous as himself. Still, many a gay Gemini man enjoys a well-integrated sex life with an unwaveringly loving partner. Regardless of their erotic repertoire, affection will be a keynote--constant cooing, kissing, touching, as well as exhaustive foreplay routines, are must-haves for the gay Gemini.

posted June 24, 2013 08:18 PM            

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Originally posted by somethingexcellent:
Can you do the sex + sexuality for me? MC in Taurus (Venus in Scorpio if that's relevant). No planets in the Tenth House.

EDIT: Male, bisexual if either are important details!

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Me too, just female.

posted June 24, 2013 11:29 PM            

you missed me.

posted June 25, 2013 12:19 AM            

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@MsPrism

you missed me.

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Hey Jessica!

I didn't miss you deary, you have a Libra MC with Uranus in the 10th. Both Libra and Aquarius female are up already!

Give them a read and tell me if they make sense or if they're totally off, please!

I'm sorry about the North Node information you're desiring, this thread was just about the book Sextrology and a pattern I noticed with regard to the MC. Basically, now anyone that goes through the thread will be able to read the descriptions and see what matches their own sexual style.

I decided not to give all options because I would basically give the whole book through this thread and I wouldn't want to take away from people buying the book.

I do relate to you though, I wonder where my 12th House Pisces North Node is going to take me or what direction it wants me to go. Lately I've worked on thinking about my life in total and what occurrences I could relate to my North Node. Working backwards to figure out the way forward so to speak.

My North Node in Pisces is about compassion and totality, not about being nit-picky or worrying about all the details. It's about going with the flow of life (water house). I've also had a lot of paranormal experiences since I was a child and I think my North Node predisposes me to Jupiter and Neptune like experiences.

I am very solitary as I age and basically the opposite of being seen like you (10th House North Node) my lot in life is to be hidden (12th House North Node). To work without acknowledgment and for free, not letting the material guide me, instead letting the inevitable flow of time lead the way. I also find that I do not work for money, instead money comes to me because of my attitude (maybe my North Node ruler Jupiter being in the 1st?) I am taken care of by others and through my caring for them. It's more of a bargain of time instead of bargain with money in the middle.

I guess you just need to find more information about the house your North Node sits, the ruler of that house and how they are affecting you. Find similarities, links and synchronicity while on your search for the meaning of your North Node. That will surely tell you when you're on the right track. I love the movie "The Sandlot" it's so cute and has the best quote

"Heroes get remembered but legends never die, follow your heart kid and you'll never go wrong."

posted June 25, 2013 12:29 AM            

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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!

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Thanks a lot!. And what can I say, I have a rather large Sag stellium even though in many aspects I don't come out as one.

I'll try reading the Taurus one since the Libra one doesn't ring a bell with me.

posted June 25, 2013 01:26 AM            

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.

I'm surprised that the above actually fits me lol.

[QUOTE]Originally posted by MsPrism:

[B]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.[/B]

true!

posted June 25, 2013 03:18 AM            

If you're still doing these I'd like one too

MC in Aqua
Aqua Venus conj Pisces Mars in the 10th
Uranus in Sagi in the 6th, Saturn in Scorpio either 5th or 6th depending on the house sys

posted June 25, 2013 06:27 AM            

Libra is the sign of the lovers so it's no surprise there would be a lot on how Libra views sexual partners! I feel like the odd Libra out because I have plenty of planets on the ascendant which take away from the Libra ascendant. In other words, I am not strictly Libran over there, so some of the definition should include the planets conjunct asc, not strictly Libran in interpretation. In other words, I do not relate to everything, like the part about being admired by all because I have Uranus conjunct ascending degree and it is exalted by duad so there's a lot of the non comformist/iconoclast in my personality. I do not always find myself cooperating or on the receiving end of flattery.

Venus is all wrapped up in my ascending planets, too, (by sextile aspect) and they color her and the definition of Libra.

posted June 25, 2013 06:34 AM            

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Hey there Heartless, could you tell me your gender please? Thank you so much!

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it's a she. thanks!

posted June 25, 2013 06:36 AM            

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Originally posted by Heartless:
it's a she. thanks!

my god, so much reading material in this thread alone. lol...

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posted June 25, 2013 07:32 AM            

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Originally posted by MsPrism:

Hello there, could you tell me your gender please? If you're female then you should read the Cancer Female description I've put up but if you're male, I'll put up the Cancer Male description!

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posted June 25, 2013 08:15 AM            

Would you like to post mine, please?

I am a male with a Sagittarius MC, with Aries Jupiter (2nd) Trine MC, Virgo Pluto (7th) Square MC, Aquarius Saturn (12) Sextile MC. My Sun is in the 10th House but in Capricorn. Ruler of MC seems to be Jupiter in 2nd House, which Trines MC.

My wife has a Pisces MC. Gemini Moon (12th) Square MC, Leo Mars (2nd) Trine MC, Virgo Venus, Jupiter, Pluto (all in 3rd), and Uranus (4th) Opposite MC, Scorpio Neptune (5th) Trine MC. She's a Leo Sun (3rd). Ruler of MC seems to be Neptune in 5th House in Scorpio. Yes, she is a sex terror and has a voracious sex appetitte. Missed her calling as a porn star. Can't take her out without some other guy, including those I know, wanting to boff her.