posted June 25, 2013 11:17 AM            

I've found that it can be applied equally to the Sun, Moon, or Rising sign placements of a person.

Anyways, Ms Prism, you could go ahead and post the Scorpio male description for me just for kicks (since I believe it hasn't been posted yet).

posted June 25, 2013 12:35 PM            

Thank you for the very interesting experiment!

posted June 25, 2013 02:52 PM            

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

Sex + Sexuality for Gemini Female

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I think this description is freaky. I can relate to a few things though. Thanks again.

posted June 25, 2013 07:58 PM            

I am female, with MC, Sun, Mercury and Saturn in Aquarius!

(i know you put Aquarius up but im not sure about the planets)

posted June 25, 2013 08:11 PM            

The significance of Cancer's being both metaphoric lover and son to a female is that she is an all-encompassing figure of constancy in his life, in whom and from whom all life energy, his own included, flows. He, as consort, is there to protect and respect the awesome power that she, a living, breathing expression of the Feminine Principle, undeniably represents. The ancient matriarchal dynamic whereby the female takes a spouse merely to further her familial line is the one in which our Crab seeks to exist. In his search for a strong woman, he will consider it a bonus to enter into a family distinguished by this brand of matrilineal power. Not only is he being "adopted" by a mate, but often by her entire clan as well which, much to his delight, is typically lousy with ballsy ladies. There is an added perk to mating with a woman with an omnipresent familial influence. Just as he wishes to appear the ideal husband, he also wants to be sure that his wife or lover will be sufficiently occupied emotionally so that she won't hijack his time and energy with any cloying needs of her own—with a distracting brood of her blood relations, he'll be that much more off the hook. Lest we forget: He's the one with needs, so his mate really shouldn't have any. In return for sacrificing himself to his partner's and ultimately his family's provision, he will expect to have his other day-to-day affairs catered to—never having to cook a meal or wash a dish or plan an evening or probably even pay a bill. He wants a life where he can just show up and nonetheless do what he's told. Like Moses in that basket, he's happy to just kick back and go with the flow his determined mate is manifesting, not having to expend energy on setting any agendas. They will be set for him. Like a crab, Cancer man moves with the current (read: present moment), and in so doing he may thus preserve his strength for personal, professional pursuits in which nobody, not even his iconic partner, can share.

Cancer man is a notoriously clever, inspired type, who generally seeks the greatest financial reward to be reaped for his talents. To him, the term "starving artist" is oxymoronic. Action via impressionability is yet another symptom of his being the zodiac's sole cardinal-water male, symbolically combining the respective qualities of initiative and creative sensitivity. He has an amazing knack for tapping into the emotional climate of a culture, sympathetically speaking to, if not stirring up, common shared feelings. He executes this best via art forms that allow him to express the sentiments others experience, often doing so through witty social commentary or other outlets where humor or pathos may be employed as a curative means, purging people of more fearful or pessimistic passions. He is irony personified. Like a walking-talkingNew Yorker cartoon, he can sum up a situation from a sidelong angle—always sidling up to a punchline, never hitting one over the head with it. It's the Crab way: to make a sneak attack (but really grab you). Meanwhile, he feels that accomplishment in such lifelong pursuits is predicated on his being able to live life, as much as possible, from that strictly right-brain perspective, while his female partner becomes a substitute for his left side. If he is out in the world turning a buck, he won't want to deal with the nuts and bolts of quotidian living. In some rare instances, if his partner is the primary breadwinner, he might become the literal husband (original meaning: housebound), tending to the domestic environment and undertaking the leading role in rearing the children. It is typically impossible for Cancer, and thus his partner, to mix it up and do a bit of both. His mate is an essential part of himself, the yin that usually allows him to yang out and pursue his singular, sweeping dreams.

To focus fully on his typically artistic ambitions, Cancer often sacrifices responsibility for himself on all other levels. Ironically, he must give himself over completely to a significant other in order to succeed in his solo endeavors—with a constant rush of inspiration flooding Cancer's consciousness, there is simply no space for other, more practical concerns. Indeed, there is an element of his entering into a master class when he starts a serious relationship. His woman becomes the mentor shaping his character, providing the appropriate all-important healthy and motivating environment in which he can grow and achieve his goals; so long, that is, as he puts himself, completely, into her capable hands. In Cancer's relationships it would seem that his lover is the boss on so many levels that he is nothing more than her willing slave, something that often raises the ire of his male friends. Of course, an inversion is inherent in all master-servant relationships, and this is certainly the crux of the Cancer man's love bonds: Like the curiously named crabs, those pesky parasitic lice, the Cancerian male also figuratively feeds on his female host. Typically, the woman remains unaware of this—at least the itchy critters let you know you've got them. But Cancer man is sneakier still. Just like the ocean crab that obliquely approaches its prey, undetected, before bearing down with those viselike claws, the Cancer man sneaks up on a woman, insinuating himself and his (un)conscious intentions. So cool and detached is his demeanor that, when she suddenly finds herself captivated, she's already unable to imagine life without him. It's the same with his libidinous needs: One wouldn't expect such acute lust, literally experienced as an insistent surging in his loins, from this seemingly reserved boy-next-door. Sustaining his placid veneer, cloaking his panting need to pounce, he thus bides his time, feigning to want nothing more than a platonic interaction. Pretending to be nonchalant, he not only disarms a would-be lover, but also plants the seeds of desire for him in her psyche. It's a strategy that works: He draws her in, then gradually lowers the boom. Like that crustacean you accidentally happen upon, our tenacious Crab won't let go once he gets his pincers in.

Still, when it comes to sex, females are never mere physical objects to be plowed for pleasure; they are venerated sources of life from whence he, sometimes all too gratefully, receives his inspiration and to whom he must offer himself as a desirable partner-in-reproduction. In fact, it's all but impossible for the Cancer guy to approach sex without entertaining the basic, procreative function of the act. Thus, he tries to appear the very embodiment of gourmet seed: Like a crème de la crème sperm-bank donor, Cancer man wants his "profile" of personal qualities to appear most intriguing to a woman. So, consciously or not, he grooms himself for female scrutiny, offering all the requisite attributes he intuits one might seek, all the while seeming to assert no overtly masculine agenda of his own. In a nutshell, he plays Prince Charming, careful not to come across too kingly and, thus, tamper with the archetypal matriarch he seeks as a mate.

Most of all, Cancer man makes a woman feel secure. After all, he is the living embodiment of the archetypal sacrificial hero, presenting himself as someone who'll remain eternally by her side, if not be at her beck and call. Thus, he acts the antithesis of some wild man or flaky freak. Rather, he becomes a rapt audience to a woman, who will, in turn, find herself talking up a storm, typically revealing far more about herself than she otherwise would. Without consciously knowing why, a woman instinctively invests herself emotionally in Cancer man. But if she were to look more carefully, she might notice that he's only really half-listening, playing at being intent, simply because he knows that's what a woman wants. Cancer man sends a message: He's sensitive, different from other guys. But unfortunately, it might become painfully clear over time that he's actually contemplating what car he's going to buy next, or how the waitress might look in a tight fuzzy sweater, or how he might look driving the waitress away from the drudgery of her life, rescuing her and her sweater, in his new car. Still, he's a skilled actor on the stage of life, and he usually gets away with it, especially with the self-absorbed women he often attracts. With just a soupçon of effort, Cancer is most often able to make a woman feel she is endlessly interesting, which works like a charm in paving the way for the relationship to progress—quickly—to the next level. He will have achieved in short order what most men struggle to effect: not only the speedy putting out of ***** , but the impression that it was primarily the woman's idea to offer it up, practically on a silver platter. So it might then come as a bit of a surprise that the sexual experience is really so much about him.

Cancer isn't pushy in bed; rather, he's notoriously cloying, asserting an intensely emotional agenda. Sex with him is, in a word, loaded. He may seem so damned grateful, and audibly so, that a woman starts to wonder whether he might not have engineered the whole shebang after all. Sex with the typical Cancer man is often even accompanied by a running apology: "Oh, that feels good—sorry about this—I really like that—sorry, sorry, sorry." Seems he has a hard time understanding that it's not necessarily being done to her, that she might, too, be enjoying herself. Politeness has its place, but someone might need to tell the all too courteous Crab guy that you can't play sex like a game of Mother, May I? But taking the reins is simply not his forte—one instance where being programmed for deference can be somewhat a detriment. Eventually, Cancer may have to trade in his grateful-little-boy routine for the more flattering role of big daddy—a self-vision that always (pre)occupies his imaginary life anyway.

To realize these "real man" reveries is no easy task for the zodiac's Pinocchio. He is plagued by insecurity such that, even if he achieves the unapologetic sexism of a Hemingway, he will still defer to women (as the aptly named "Papa" did). Even this pompous pugilist of a Cancerian immortalized his own malehood as wounded, castrated like Perceval and Osiris. His thinly veiled autobiographical figure, Jake Barnes in The Sun Also Rises, embodies these ithyphallic gods in the characterization of a Lost Generation's sacrificial male, emasculated via his affection for the iconic Lady Brett Ashley. (Cancer has an easier time with the Lady Bretts of the world, who would necessarily seek to be on top.) Like Hercules, it is Cancer's birthright to be taken to task, and he must perform the sacrificial purpose of following the female's decree—even in bed, the dubious expectation is he's there to satisfy a woman's lust, not his manly own. Herein the eternal twenty-one-year-old Cancer is cast in the recurring role he was born to play: The Graduate. Graduation, literally "developing gradually," is the planetary energy associated with his ruler as the waxing Moon glyph suggests. Having an eternal mother-lover, metaphorically akin to Mrs. Robinson, to go home to provides him the perfect sexual and emotional environment for the development of his character. The onus is on him to do nothing, except carry out matriarchal mandates—Mrs. Robinson is just Hera with a skunk stripe. And as it is for the story's hero, Benjamin, Cancer's reward for being put through hell by this domineering mommy dearest is that he eventually gets to graduate and marry her "daughter," or younger aspect, as Heracles married Hebe, Hera in her virgin form. Such is the allegorical sexual journey every Cancer man must take, gradually letting his lady love transform him into a wholly complete man who will eventually become, if not her lord and master, than at least self-possessed enough not to be emasculated by her. In some cases, Cancer misses the transition, forever becoming blindly bonded with a castrating woman. Sometimes he will purposefully have "learned" on a mommy mentor with the intention of building enough confidence to double back and pick up that sweater girl. Other times, when he does make the psychological and emotional shift, the relationship doesn't survive Cancer's metamorphosis, the ballsy mate refusing to allow the Cancer to develop his own set of cojónes. In that case, the eternal bridegroom is either left fondling his bachelor's degree, washed back onto the shore of single life, or, now, consciously in the market for a more equal partner—someone with whom to navigate life's ebbs and flows, like Pyrrha to his Deucalion, two peas, floating along in a pod.

Meanwhile, whatever the arrangement his relationship takes, the Crab will always be sexually aroused by the assertion of female power. Cancer is typically a much better lover, anyway, when he isn't tasked as the prime mover. Pressure to perform makes him nervous, and he risks either losing his erection or shooting the moon too soon. However, in a more passive role—the proverbial male ingenue—it's quite a different story: In this instance, he may be the most sexually tireless man on the astrological block, capable of not only recurring orgasms but multiple ones as well. And with the strain off to be some sexual he-man, he is able to fully embrace his sensitivity as sexual excitement often sees him tapping into some fairly sappy emotional outpourings. Of any man, he is the premier softie, loving to kiss, hug, spoon, and moon. He needs that showering of cuddly mother love as much as, if not more than, getting his rocks off. On that score, nothing imparts more of a pure erotic thrill than letting an energetic top woman have her way with him, boobs bouncing, as she barks imperatives and instructions.

In fact, very little in Cancer man's vision of worthwhile sex doesn't include breasts in one way or another. He is the zodiac's preeminent tittie ****** , and most of his sexual fantasies involve big-bosomed babes in the proverbial pole position. The Crab guy relishes being (s)mothered by a female, and his masturbatory visions feature ladies who loom large and in-charge. But that's just the beginning: Whereas many men choose to remain in the dark about more intimate female functions, the Cancerian embraces all of a woman's more scatological workings. He is anything but squeamish when faced with a partner's outpourings, a proclivity that may easily extend to the peepee department, urine falling under Cancerian rule. As well, he's way up for anal sex; though if his mate flashes a red flag, he's fine with forgoing it. Of course, he loves being blown—what man doesn't?—but for him the act imparts a particularly soothing and secure, pacifying sensation. He can be fairly kinky in his makeup, especially where his love for a dominant women drives him to the extreme: savoring the role of a submissive or even an outright slave to a die-hard dominatrix.

For the most part, however, the Crab rarely acts on his more intricate fantasies. He will certainly be reluctant to broach the subject on the home front, where he neither wishes to risk shaking the emotional foundation of his permanent relationship nor tamper with the pristine carnal bond that is procreatively driven at its core. It makes sense that his mythic savior-consort archetype owes his raison d'être to his ability to properly impregnate his goddess mentor. It's the same for Cancer: He seems designed to propogate, parent, provide, and protect. And compared with most, or dare we say, all men, he can't seem to divorce the natural function of sex from the simple pleasure of it. Sex is, on some unconscious level, duty first and desire second. Perhaps for that very reason many a Cancerian marries early, having had few prior sexual partners—a fact that only further fuels both his fantasies and his frustration. Though he considers sex sanctified, this homebody isn't above extracurricular activity. Ironically, the more secure he feels with that strong, roost-ruling woman, the more likely he is to fulfill his secret yearnings elsewhere. Sooner or later, it seems, he needs to live out his fantasy **** with that fuzzy sweater. It's not inconceivable that Cancer man will find a girl—even pay for one—to perform a sort of sexualized schoolgirl routine for his pleasure. Or, at the opposite end of the spectrum, this may be where he indulges his submission desires, seeking to be disciplined as any dirty-minded schoolboy deserves to be. Either way, his fantasies always surround the balance of power between himself and a woman. And all too often, these are imaginings he'd never dream of attempting with his mother-lover. He is the zodiac's purified male, remember, and he simply can't bring his "dirtier" Mittyish daydreams to light. It's not just a matter of fearing rebuke on the home front—rather, he himself needs to live an unsullied reality. He typically won't be happy knowing he and his lady wife actually get up to those acts that pollute his private imagination. That's not whom he wants to be. So it isn't a matter of convincing Cancer to build a bridge, connecting his more "perverted" visions with his somewhat puritanical, albeit fetishistically passive, carnal behavior. That will rarely, if ever, happen. What the Cancer must come to grips with, instead, is that he will always have more savage notions—whether or not he acts upon them is a different story—that have nothing whatsoever to do with his actual love life and domestic existence.

In any case, Cancer will typically immerse himself in that household reality, focusing on his primal need to be the pristine husband, the unadulterated consort, regularly coddling, cooing, and conceiving with his woman. Just as he is almost pathologically intrigued by those de rigueur female bodily functions—if any man would think nothing of having sex with his woman when, for instance, she's not quite finished with her period, it is our crusty Crustacean—his Greek Deucalion archetype was married to Pyrrha, whose name means "life blood," so you do the math. Likewise, he is all over his mate when she's pregnant, whereas this often drives a wedge into other couples' sex lives. For our ithyphallic hero, however, the swelling of a woman's belly, like the waxing of his ruler Moon, awakens a deep desire. Indeed, his mate might have to kick Cancer off in the middle of the night more than usual—as it is, the Crab has the distinct sexual habit of sneaking in when his woman least expects it, his favorite windows of opportunity being those fluid states—just falling asleep or upon waking. One would be hard-pressed to find a longtime partner of the Cancer man who hasn't actually awoken to his slowly shagging her, the actual experience being subtly woven into her dreamscape. That's how talented he is at insinuating himself in this very literal sense. And such fetishizing of his little mama won't end there: Once she's given birth, his woman's milk might also become a fixation, to the point where the baby could have some fairly stiff competition. In a sense, Cancer's more fantastical sexual contemplations will naturally be subjugated by his equally ardent eroticizing of his relationship with the mother of his children. And since Cancer tends to have a lot of kids, there are typically plenty of years that go by where Cancer is lost in the near ecstatic throes of parenthood, aroused by all the permutations his partner will undergo. Their bedroom will often be a damp heap of bodies, baby things, and bedding, a veritable love nest where the nice and the naughty comingle comfortably.

If and when Cancer is to venture forth from his mushy domestic nexus in a quest to fulfill unrealized carnal desires, it tends to occur at or about midlife, when most Crab men have reared their families—remember, he generally gets an early start. Sometimes it will manifest in a rather hands-off manner, with furtive visits to peep shows or even video booths. Indeed, he may try to satisfy his wanton appetites with a minimum of human contact, his idea of cheating entailing no more than paying for a lap dance. Of course, he'll choose the inevitable "performer" in the pigtails and baby-doll dress. Like his so-called opposite sign of Capricorn, not really opposites at all, the Crab has a very questionable attraction to nubiles. At least in the Player's case, he will doubtless have the moral wherewithal to keep his peccadillo just that—a petty sin—decidedly preferring to see a consenting adult female acting the wittle girl part than ever entertaining the unthinkable alternative. He may have quite elaborate scenarios running in that creative mind, often involving white cotton panties and a lollipop or some unreasonable facsimile. Fantasies of this sort, acted upon or not, generally see him fully clothed. Indeed he may pay a Lolita-alike to do little more than fish for candy in his pocket. There may be a bit of spanky, spanky. On the total other side of the spectrum, Cancer may play out elaborate humiliation fantasies where some big-haired, riding-crop-toting mama grinds her stiletto into some part of him, as it is, splayed spread-eagle at her feet. No other man in the zodiac likes to be called a lowly worm the way our often tweedy boy-next-door does. In extreme cases he may want to be stripped, bound, gagged, and taunted by some fierce mistress, all the while wimpering his way to ecstasy if not, in rarer instances still, trying not to wet his diaper. You heard us. We might as well deal with the tinkle factor right here and now: No man is more prone to take the odd golden shower than he, whether it be provided by someone in schoolgirl costume or full leather regalia. It's probably the most graphic interpretation of his sign's cardinal-water status. There is, in fact, very little a woman can do to turn the Cancer off—every possible working of her being is up for grabs to be fetishized by the Crab. He doesn't objectify women along the more usual lines—as a manicured, lingerie-clad centerfold—but as a source of natural awe. He is at once fascinated with the female form, as other, and yet he deeply identifies with women emotionally, even spiritually, regardless of his own sexual preferences.

Unlike many gay men, the homosexual Cancer may find himself physically excited by women as well; and he may even reach for bi-porn over the purely gay variety. Still, he'll mainly watch the guys doing the women—nothing imparts a bigger thrill than a hetero he-man in action—wishing he was the player cast in the enviable part of the inevitable third wheel who ''just happens" upon his straight roommate screwing his girlfriend and (to the strains of a bad synthesizer sound track) is casually asked to join in. Any lingering doubts that Cancer man loves women will be otherwise dispelled by his CD collection of female vocalists. And because he's astrologically geared to be the quintessential male consort to females, it's rarely ever completely out of the question for him to entertain a love relationship, if not a sexual one, with a woman. In his lifetime, at least one of his close friendships with a woman may cross the line, dipping briefly into sexual territory. He prefers the company of young women who share his need to land Mr. Right (read: rich). And nobody has a stronger sixth sense for sussing out where the most successful guppies gather; so, he'll put on his crispest clothes (Cancerian males, regardless of orientation, are ironing freaks) and subtly schmooze with such a crowd, knowing his signature insouciance will see him chatted up within minutes. Gay Cancer dates a lot, but rarely second-dates. That is, until he finds his perfect man—the exact big-daddy antithesis of his father—worldly, connected, cultured, and hopefully, brimming with cash. He requires all that riches signal: comfort, security, and the means by which he'll be able to concentrate solely on his creative or intellectual pursuits, without having to concern himself with a temp job. While straight Cancer will make up for his orphaned feelings in the nurturing rearing of his children, gay Cancer often calls for a do-over of his childhood: Lamenting having missed out on the princely origins that he feels befit him, he'll seek to secure a relationship with a blatantly well-heeled fellow. Wanting to be the eternal son-lover to his mate, he may even hunt for a husband in venues that attract a mature clientele, rarely wasting his time clubbing with guys his own age. Unlike his straight counterpart, the gay Cancer won't as readily concern himself with earning a hefty income, but will instead play the more wifely role of domestic engineer, allowing himself plenty of free time to focus on those burning dreams. He wants what he never had: a childlike existence, in a stimulating, urbane, and sophisticated setting, in which current events are discussed over breakfast, holidays are planned, and real-estate investments are debated—all as an antidote to what he typically considers the numbing, status quo atmosphere of his own upbringing. He'll usually insist on having his own room, separate from the one he shares with a lover, a place where he can spread out and surround himself with images and fixtures that reflect his true self—especially since he was probably cramped into a corner at home, having to constantly share with siblings.

This is perhaps how that age of twenty-one manifests in the gay Cancerian psyche: His home smacks of someone having just moved into his own apartment, just short of hanging a wooden initial on the wall like that spunky Mary Richards on the Mary Tyler Moore Show. And the "Mary" comparisons don't end there. Though gay Cancer guy is what's commonly deemed "str8looking, str8-acting," one only needs to scratch the surface of his personality to awaken the divalike Mother Principle within. Male Cancer, despite his sexual orientation, has what might be called a female soul. He's protective and nurturing and can be rather persnickety and even schoolmarmish in demeanor. In some cases, he maintains the careful, protective spirit of a prudish dowager. There's no getting around it: Of all the gay men in the zodiac, Cancer can be the biggest sissy. So, as if being son and lover to a mate isn't enough, he will also play the role of wife and mother. He is decidedly attracted to str8-ultramasculine guys, often making love bonds with men who have heretofore been heterosexual and, often, married. Cancer sees himself as a trophy boy—the better-looking, more pleasingly put together, or generally youthfully spirited one of the two. And this dynamic will spill over into the bedroom as well, where the Cancer needn't "work" so hard—his lover should be the more passionate and ardent one, as Cancer kicks back and simply goes along for the ride. He loves being the object of a partner's doting adoration, but soon, he'll want more than fatherly sugar from his daddy.

posted June 25, 2013 08:13 PM            

When it comes to sex, nobody can hold out on "getting some" like the Leo. He is literally vigilant in his determination to "do without" until someone worthy enough comes along; as the zodiac's sacred Sun king, he cannot consort with just anyone. Sex for him is sacrosanct, an empty experience if his all important heart isn't in it. In this Second Quadrant of Emotion, Leo's rule over the heart extends to the sacred, mystical significance of this organ and the power in its purity; he operates from this chakra point, if you will, which is the very embodiment of his sign's fixed-fire status. Just as flowing Mars-ruled blood is the emblem of Aries's cardinal-fire, the heart is the central existential force of the body, beating with tribal rhythm, responsible for the sustainment, the fixedness, of life. Leo is one and the same with this organ, metaphorically; and he literally follows the inclinations of his own, bent on being true to its desires and keeping them pure by never settling for second best to what passions burn in his breast, trusting his heart over the noise and distraction of his mind. He shows us that amour propre must come before the loving of any other, that is, if it's to be significant. Until an estimable queen appears on the scene—whether it be female or male (we'll get to that)—remaining sexually unattached suits the Leo just fine. Still, his search for a meritorious mate is an active one, and if he's not lucky enough to marry his childhood sweetheart, the Becky to his Tom Sawyer—more Leos marry their prom dates than any other man in the zodiac—he'll uniformly work his way through a string of ladies, holding an ongoing contest for his permanent affections, putting each woman he links up with through a trial by fire, gauging her emotional capacities, especially those 5th House sentiments of courage and devotion. It is not someone easily put off by his signature imperiousness that he seeks; rather, Leo hopes to appeal to a woman who'll buy into his presumption of superiority, sharing in it and, thus, imbuing herself with that same dominance and authority. Meanwhile, it should be obvious to any potential mate that Leo surrounds himself with a sphere of friends and associates who genuflect to him; and on some subconscious level, he hopes this will be a selling point to an equally powerhungry female. One definite aspect of Leo's fixed-fire status is that he lives in the spotlight, no matter how localized it may be; and consciously or not, he hopes that "place in the Sun" will lure potential lovers. Never one to be on the make, he revels in watching women throw themselves at him. In truth, it's the only way he makes a love connection. He approaches dating as entertaining; that is, considering various female consorts for his affections; and as a native of the astrological 5th House of sports and games,he's happiest when the competition for him really heats up. Witnessing this race is a spectator sport; and Leo is resplendent in the role of first prize. Leo man wants a woman who is at once strong and feeling, automonous yet fiercely loyal, a haughty diva in public but a vulnerable little girl in private—not so that he might overpower her, but rather please, protect, and, as a baggy-lipped Leo Brit once crooned, come to her "emotional rescue." Often unbeknownst to him, Leo is drawn to women who lack father love in their life—ladies with a necessarily toughened exterior hiding an ultratender, aching heart. Such markedly paradoxical requirements make for a tall order in a mate, since most females' emotional states fall into either one category or the other (at least to his mind)—so needy as to be cloying, or so strong as to be blatantly ball-busting. This male Goldilocks has a tough time finding that woman who is "just right."

Despite his noble intention of attracting a quintessential queen, Leo's habit of putting prospective mates through the mill can make him a royal pain in the ass: He will purposefully run hot and cold, testing a woman's emotional stamina. For instance, he may expect her to be janey-on-the-spot, while he slacks off himself. Or he may toy with her affections, even when he's decidedly disinterested and has no intention of investing emotionally himself. It's in just such a case that Leo's sadistic streak can really surface, as he gets a sick thrill out of stringing girls along, especially those whom he'll label bimbettes, sometimes going so far as to let a woman know that she's not the only one vying for him. Call it a game of cat and mouse. In this way, he'll kick back and watch various females jockey for his affections as if taking in his favorite pastime. Leo in a more malicious mode will invite flirtation, or even mere interest, expressly for the opportunity to rebuff it, getting off on telegraphing his ennui via dull stares and a barely audible mm-hhmm. (Ever seen De Niro on a talk show? It's as if he's granting the host, and the world, a huge favor just by showing up.) Little does he realize how bratty the whole display seems. Ironically, because Leo man is ultimately searching for his regal counterpart, he'll only ever sour on women who continue to make themselves too obviously available. Certainly, such overt behavior may be amusing at first, but it soon elicits a giant lion yawn. It is the woman powerful in her own right who captures his discriminating heart. Unlike Taurus, the preceding fixed (come-hither) male sign of the zodiac, Leo won't simply succumb to the pushiest female on the prowl—Taurus willingly responds to aggressive women. Instead, Leo seeks a forcefully feminine partner, one who will, at some point in their courtship, demand to be wooed in such a way as would befit a queen; an ultimatum, in word or deed, on her part, is proof of her moral pedigree. Simply put, Leo man looks for a woman who deserves him; and who better than one demanding to be deserved by him? Thus, he thinks: I have finally found my rightful mate. For, we must remember, the Lion sees life in absolute terms—a symptom of being born under the Sun—such that situations and, indeed, people are either good or bad, winners or losers. A woman is either right or wrong for him: There is no grey area. Relationships are all-or-nothing to the Leo man, who spends much of his early life holding back, both emotionally and sexually, until he finds a love worthy of pouring his whole self into. Never would he settle for anything even approximating a compromise situation, as so many people do—Leo can't be that cavalier with his affections—and still, by the same token, once he finds a relationship he deems deserving of his involvement, he has a hard time letting go should the association somehow go awry.

In stark contrast to Cancer man's desire for mothering, Leo man feels the need to be a father figure to women. He isn't looking to beadored, but rather to find himself a lover worthy to adore. And remaining Mr. Unavailable is his MO for finding such a suitable mate: In keeping his signature distance—for him, thus, acting natural—he will have systematically weeded out anyone who requires more static cling in a relationship. Likewise, if a woman is too comfortable with his arm's-length routine, he hypocritically finds her laissez-faire attitude suspect. Believe it or not, what he really wanted all along was to be called on the carpet and delivered an ultimatum—that he can be a tyrant with other women, but he must treat her like gold, or she's gone. Bingo: That's the romantic pay dirt Leo has been waiting to hit all his adult life—to find a female with courage enough to demand he become her paladin, both champion and protector, considering herself worthy of royal treatment. Offering such a mandate is tantamount to passing his infamous test—that trial by fire—and insures she'll never again suffer the slings and arrows of his emotional withholding. Moreover, this display of haughty female imperiousness works like an aphrodisiac on our heretofore sexually truant Tom Sawyer.

What Leo looks for in a woman, physically, is the same as what he seeks in a mate, philosophically: He wants an earthy woman of substance, a regal peasant to play counterpart to his picaresque hero, a noblesse primitive along the same archetypal line as Guinevere, unto his Arthur, Cleopatra to his Caesar. He is like the male lion who, if lucky enough to mate at all, will only do so with the one alpha female of the pride, a distinction determined by physical strength as well as symmetrical perfection, that sense of literal wholesomeness that signals health and beauty in (and out) of the animal kingdom. Still, Leo man isn't drawn to golden, fair-haired beauties like himself; rather, he is typically enticed by dark, sloe-eyed women who exude a sultry sensuality encased within a sturdy, full-figured frame. Waifish females, he imagines, would be unequipped to satisfy his emotional and sexual demands. Though he is by nature an avowed fat-phobe, he still holds the curvy, hourglass gal in the highest esteem. We're talking about the Sun personified here; thus, it is appropriate that this man's most compatible love is a fertile earth mother, one upon whom he can shower his (procreative) power, which in actuality might mean eventually bearing his children. To his mind, all things being equal, a man as mighty as he demands a comparably fierce female. Surely, he'll never feel that any woman could be "too much" for him; and so he gravitates toward vivacious ladies who seem to be full of good health and vigor, perhaps by way of athletic capability. He's never quite able to escape his infamous attraction to those primitive-peasantry races, wildly pure and sturdy stock on whom he can tryout his rather patronizing lord-and-master act, if not literally father a slew of children (offspring are an important aspect of the 5th Astrological House). For, despite his chosen woman's sense of her own "highness," her Leo partner must be ever so slightly elevated in rank—a queen in her own right, nonetheless only conquerable by so worthy a king as Leo imagines himself. Within this analogy, too, we see Leo has a soft spot for exotic, va-va-voomy women, particularly those of Middle Eastern, Latin, Mediterranean, Indian, or African origin. To some extent, Leo man is of the school of thought that "the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice." It's interesting to note, too, that the lion is a native of Africa, a land distinguished by intact primitive customs and a tribal system of chieftan-kings.

Life with our noble savage has its brutal moments. Like the male lion prowling the veldt, he is essentially a loner, the unavoidable solo occupation of any self-professed monarch. There is little symbiosis with Leo in love relationships. He's generally on his own path, even in the course of the day, like Helios, unwavering in the marks he's determined to hit. He is unwilling to deviate. Life is ritual, indeed sacrament. He doesn't function on fleeting feelings or whims—the fixed-fire of his sign signifies sustained emotion, heartfelt interests that, like his personal bonds, are few. But they burn intensely, like an eternal flame. And he must keep those fires going, deepening them, increasingly, into passions. Leo's 5th House is that of drama, particularly of the ritual sort, theater and religion being synonymous in the ancient soul of the Lion. To him, all is a passion play, wherein the characterizations of his daily routine are imbued with symbolic import. The ritual that is Leo's quotidian existence reinforces his role as a solemn presence here on earth, just as the ceremony surrounding a sacred priest-king is meant to reinforce the unseen power of divine sovereignty. In other words, you can't spring any plans on the Leo; and woe it is to even his loving spouse if she questions how he chooses to spend his time or even his mandate on which restaurant to, and this is the word for it, frequent. The glorious outcome of this view on life is that committed relationships, particularly those solidified by the sacrament of marriage, are more sacred to him than to any other man. He is not only the most monogamous of males; he also believes that looking at foreign goods is almost as bad as fondling them. The more vernacular F-word is outright sinful to consider, even to the Leoan agnostic. Leo prides himself on loyalty, and when in an unhappy marriage, he may grin and bear it rather than admit defeat. Still he won't stray. He's not one to seek sex. But he will let love find him. If his heart begins to pound for another female, he'll pick up and pad his way into the sunset. And when he goes, he's gone—as deeply as he loved, the loss of it will be that much more profound. It's a thin line to cross, as this Cat can be hateful to say the least. If, however, he is the one left in the lurch, he has the hardest time recovering from lost love of any guy out there. He will be so shocked and crippled at being cast aside that the sulking could last for years. It's a case of the bigger they are, the harder they fall. And as Leo is so careful to let only the most loving, loyal subjects into his "circle of trust," he never entertains the possibility of his devotees defecting. In the case of a lover, especially, the sexual bond is the most profound of ritual experiences that cements the union on a moral, emotional, and spiritual plane. The Leo doesn't see such covenants as easily broken.

Sex for Leo man should be as natural an occurrence as any coupling in the wild kingdom. However, ironically, when the time comes to consumate a relationship, it is, to his mind anyway, quite the ceremonious affair. One imagines him hearing a drumroll, if not a proclamatory fanfare, when he finally unzips his fly; and he's on the lookout for an appreciative glint to that effect in his partner's eye. The actual act of sex is a big deal for Leo, and it's a turnoff if his lover doesn't share this heightened, somewhat dramatic perspective. On some level, he hopes she'll admit that a sexual experience of this magnitude has yet to occur in her lifetime. Indeed, if Leo gets even the slightest whiff that she is "too seasoned" in the sack, he'll do a hasty retreat, though not before hitting her up with a heavy moral head-trip. Arthur, after all, fully expects his Guinevere to be pure. In truth, few other men are as sexist as the Leo on this score. Unlike his flip-side astrological neighbor, Cancer male, who feels subjected to the collective scrutiny of female-kind, therefore bearing them no moral judgment, the Leo male considers himself the final word on, well, everything—but especially on issues of ethics, which fall under his sign's jurisdiction. Leo possesses a striking inability to view moral questions with the slightest smidgen of subjectivity, let alone irony. Sex, though a natural outpouring of passion for the Lion, must never smack of anything even a tad sleazy; and he'd find it highly suspect if his partner did not wholeheartedly agree.

Fittingly, then, Leo's favorite flavor, hands down, is vanilla. He prides himself, in fact, on having few to no so-called perversions, looking to appeal on that very premise to women as a righteous Cat. It is the lion's share of his attraction, drawing women on the basis of embodying noble intentions, just as he invites a certain corruption from those who'd get off on seeing his signature rectitude slip. Most often, it is the woman who must take the driver's seat upon entering, shall we say, sophisticated sexual territory. If anything, he may have an inclination toward dominance role-play, with his partner in the submissive position; when this sadistic streak exists, it is a flagrant exaggeration of Leo's inborn superiority complex—he believes himself justified in ruling, with a firm hand, even the one he most loves and cherishes. However, in most cases, Leo man simply doesn't have a kinky bone in his body. For his more imaginative mates, this (lack of) preference may leave them, if not wanting, than wondering what erotic variations they're missing out on as they continue to mix it up with only him. As a male sign in the Second Quadrant of Emotions Leo is not as fixated on the physical aspect of sex as are men in the First Quadrant, nor is he so sexually stimulated on a mental level as are those in the Third Quadrant. His erotic interest is strictly determined by the emotional connection made in his Leo-ruled heart. Still, there's a lot to be said for indulging oneself on this plane: The Lion is nothing if not intensely passionate. When he reveals his emotions to the "right" woman, he'll do so utterly; thankfully, this manifests as marathon lovemaking sessions distinguished by playful hours spent kissing, spooning, holding, and heatedly rolling around. However, no matter how rough-and-tumble a romp becomes, sex must always be taken slowly, if not outright lazily. As a nod to his association with the 5th House of love affairs, every sexual encounter for the Leo should feel like the first time, or at least a special occasion (contrary to the standard interpretation that Leo has lots of love affairs—even during his serial-dating days, he rarely goes further than a girl's front door). This may even remain true when the Leo and his partner have been married for decades. For him, the bedroom is a sacred space, and regular sex with a steady mate is as revered in his mind as would be, for the rest of us, a sweet but fleeting tryst from our past. Still, his sexual tastes are often perceived as bland, which may leave his lover craving a little spice in their ardently wholesome routine. For all his noble intentions, Arthur did see his Guinevere go for the French (read: oral) guy who she apparently hoped would lance her, a lot. Indeed, despite Leo's legendary-self-stylings, he isn't one to "go down" in history. Not to say he isn't willing to accept such favors himself—it is, after all, good to be the king.

With a substantial dose of patience, any lover of a Leo man will be allowed to slowly shake things up, especially if she does so under the guise of playing the hoochie-koochie courtesan whose role it is to pleasure her benevolent ruler. In this way she might release the beast, inciting him out of his usual kick-back mode, which, to be fair, does have its moments: For all his lolling about in the bedroom, Leo is actually one of the more tireless men in the zodiac, comfortably spending whole days crumpling the sheets, alternating between sex and sleep. He expects it often—with one full day of sex on the weekend, if lifestyle allows—and boasts the ability to maintain a hard-on long after most men would have withered. Indeed, once a woman gives over to his natural rhythm, she may be surprised how multiorgasmic slow-moving sex can be. Leo elevates simple acts, like kissing, to a heightened state of ecstasy; with him, the most wholesome and natural expressions of sexual desire should be more than enough to satisfy anyone, even those who usually need more bells and whistles in the bedroom. It is this precise realization that the Leo hopes to inspire in his lover, bringing about a sense of sexual healing by showering pure affection and devotion. Of course, certain maneuvers will make the Lion roar more audibly than usual: Playing with his testicles, especially by running ones fingernails across them, albeit lightly, during intercourse is a surefire way to have him, well, by the balls. Other key erogenous zones are his chest area, in general, and his back; gently clawing along his entire posterior during sex sends electric shivers through his body, as does lightly scratching his scalp and neck. As would befit our ritualistic Sun king, he never tires of the same sexual program, for it is this son of Helios' unique ability to experience what others might label routine as perennially fresh, like each new day. For the most part, he elicits that same craving for the familiar in his lovers, who find themselves rapt by his sunny and wholesome approach to sex, basking in the spotlight of the devotion Leo showers, apparently to the exclusion of the rest of the world.

The spicier aspects of Leo's sex life tend to run along specific lines: The Father Principle with its inherent need for authority takes on a decided twist with erotic interests falling under the general heading of light B&D (that's "bondage and dominance" to you larger lot of Leos who wouldn't otherwise have a clue). Desires might be so subtle as to require a partner to spend some quality time on her knees in service to her king, while he nearly ignores her efforts to please him. She may have to deliver a dramatic discourse on his awesome prowess and manly magnificence, sometimes in an effort to fully erect the monument to which this monologue is dedicated. More elaborate fantasies might include some version of the cliché French maid's uniform, or no uniform at all, his partner being at his beck and call, cleaning, cooking, and performing other domestic duties as a prelude to his barking out other commands. The Leo may fancy retaining his complete control, remaining fully clothed and comfortably seated while a woman is made to graphically expose and pleasure herself for his amusement. Tying a lover up with the mutually consensual proposition of "using" her at will could work its way into the mix of Leo's carnal vision, as might role-play centered on a woman being an out-and-out sex slave. Though not one for accessorizing with leather leashes or collars, Leo will rather get off on a woman pretending to be some captured wild woman whom he must tame with a somewhat iron fist. If you ever wondered who those adult-magazine layouts depicting women as cavewomen were geared toward, it is the zodiac's king of the jungle. Spanking a female into submission is probably the prime Leo variation on a straightforward sexual theme of masculine domination. He doesn't much go for the slappy-slappy of a woman made up as some submissive schoolgirl, however, the way Cancer man will. Rather, Leo likes a bit of a fight, whether it be from some captured Queen of Sheba or that saucy French maid. Strong women who will play along at being subdued only fuel the ego of this Cat, who might then expect a bit of struggle to work its way into the signature follow-up to this sexual play of straightforward copulation. If the scratches on his back are that much more pronounced as a result, all the better. Dominating a fierce ***** is much more an accomplishment to his mind, and a wee bit of a wincing reminder cached beneath his all-cotton shirt puts a contented Cheshire grin on his face that his friends and colleagues can only begin to guess at.

Sex is definitely something Leo doesn't discuss outside the privacy of his home, where, even there, it's something that is preferably avoided in conversation. He is not what one would call an open character, preferring to remain sheltered in the bubble of his standoffish aura. As such, he is the least likely of individuals to participate in any adult sexual group dynamic. He is a one-on-one kind of guy, and even the de rigueur male fantasy of bedding two women has little appeal to the morally uptight Leo. When it comes to his own feelings of homosexuality, even in his adolescence the Leo is disallowed any sort of self-loathing that might plague other young males. For one thing, gay Leo is typically still a decidedly butch, athletic fellow who feels just as at home in the locker room or on the line of scrimmage as his straight buddies. In fact, being as self-possessed as he is, the Lion is arguably less prone to sneak peeks in the shower than his hetero mates. As he matures, gay Leo, though no more a "joiner" than his straight counterpart, typically seeks out a more global and ardent fanbase, unlike his hetero brother, who prefers a low-key, localized kingdom in which to rule. Gay Leo is far and away more out and proud than most of his homosexual friends; pride itself is a more prominent virtue (or vice) for the gay Leo man than it will ever be for the straight one. Still, you won't see him strutting in any parades as one of the people, though he might consider the role of grand marshal; typically, he's an armchair activist who feels he's furthering the gay cause by example rather than by demonstration. Gay Leo man may even fancy himself a poster boy for normal, wholesomely natural, and indeed enobling homosexuality. In truth, he really is one of the more straight appearing and -acting men on the wheel, as if naturally dispelling the notion that gay men are any different from straight ones. Sometimes this gay king may have to flex his muscles a bit more to ward off any doubts as to his worthiness to wield power—which explains why gay Leos do so on a grander, more public scale. Meanwhile, it's not surprising that gay Leo man is psychologically somewhat more complex(ed) than his straight counterpart, who prides himself on leading as simple and unanalytical a life as is humanly possible.

Looking "straight" also serves another purpose: It attracts female friends, who make up the greater part of his adoring fan base. Leo notoriously drops hints as to his "past" exploits with the ladies, conscious of keeping a number of female hearts on a string. For, regardless of sexual orientation, Leo man needs to know that he appeals to a pride of women; and whereas straight Leo will eventually zero in on one mate, the gay Leo, never taking that next sexual step, is left in a perpetual state of being surrounded by devoted females from whom he withholds emotional involvement—and, of course, sex itself. Most of his male friends are straight, and they, too, are subject to his dominion, being typically weedier and wimpier ***** -whipped fellows in whose presence the Leo will feel a natural superiority, might being right, and all that rot. Even here Leo directs his attention onto the females in his midst, forever putting his male friends' dates through the same sort of trials by fire to which straight Leo subjects prospective mates, as if asserting a heterosexual agenda, vicariously, through his straight vassals. Meanwhile, conversely, one is forbidden to express an opinion about Leo's choice of lover, though it will always be tempting for his circle of friends to do so.

In most cases, Leo man selects a lover who seems "out of character" to those who know him best, or so it would appear: For all his button-down goldenness, Leo tends to seek out streety, even tricky types whose character might be, if not suspect, than at least wholly out of sync with his own. Still, more often than not, the guy that captures Leo's heart only looks like a one-night stand—something that appeals to the Lion's association with that 5th House of love affairs. While straight Leo wants a ready-made queen, at once on par with himself, gay Leo seems to enjoy slumming it in search of some "lost" male orphan whom he can adopt and have benefit from his natural fatherly energy. Not to say that Leo only goes for younger guys; in fact, he also has a penchant for men just his own age. This points to a pathology particular to his sign: No matter how dysfunctional the Leo's upbringing may have been, he'll tend to view it as almost perfect in hindsight; often, to reinforce this perspective, he'll connect with a guy from a similar background—same town, school, socioeconomic sphere—though one that is decidedly less sunny, the shadow side of his own. Take Tom Sawyer: In a heterosexual sphere, his perfect partner is the equally ecumenical Becky Thatcher; but his primary same-sex relationship is with Huck Finn, a déclassé outcast from the other side of the tracks who, it naturally follows, simply needs the right sort of patronage in order to transcend such dodgy circumstances. This is precisely what Leo man longs to do in gay relationships: to shower affection in such a way as to have a healing and stabilizing effect. On the one hand, Leo's natural sense of superiority is thus assured. Yet this is where we see the same problems arise for the gay Leo as arise for his straight counterpart: Ennobling passion may take precedence over straightforward carnal desires in the Lion's desire to heal the cruder side of his lover's personality. Even Mark Twain may have had insight into the nature of the Sawyer-esque Leo's proclivity for a lover along the Huck Finn archetype, as the character's name itself serves as an anagram of sorts designed to inform the Leo that he should go ahead, already, and just **** Him (the double n thus becoming anm in the transposition). For, in truth, a dearth of sexual experimentation might derail a gay relationship even faster than a straight one; and the saltier sorts Leo consorts with are not typically those who tend to be churchgoing in their sexual appetities, living on Leo's higher love alone.

Anyone who knows a Leo man will readily admit he has something of a God complex. To be fair, a great number of men, gay and straight, relish the direction of such an authoritative figure; and so, at least initially, Leo man appeals to a lover who seeks such patronage. While Leo's attention may be in "noble" pursuits such as exercise and nutritional regimes, styling and grooming, networking for career purposes, building equity, buying real estate, and otherwise seeking to be the most successful good-looking, masculine gay couple of all time, his lover might simply have his eye on the perks, wanting to leave the more ambitious pursuits to his Leo king, enjoying, instead, a decidedly cushy existence of ultimate queendom. But bonbon eaters beware: The lover of a Leo man must, at the very least, pretend to have some ambition. Only an uncharacteristically codependent Lion will refrain from kicking his studmuffin sidekick out on his ass if he thinks it is being used to warm the couch all day—or worse, bouncing around in bed with somebody other than him. Which brings us to a point that can not be emphasized enough: Leo is a most jealous man with, hands down, the hottest temper of any man in the zodiac, and he takes "cheating" as a crime against nature, God, and along such lines, himself

posted June 25, 2013 08:14 PM            

Virgo man is infamous for his Svengali streak: a tendency to become involved with women he can mold to his critical vision, all the while escaping scrutiny himself. Even in his teenage years, he may enter into relationships with girls who seem unfortunate, taking them on as projects upon which he can project his Virgoan stricture. It's all somewhat patronizing, as he blatantly instructs his charge in adopting such behavior, attitude, and appearance as will better her station in life and, thus, reflect all the more favorably upon him. Being born under the sign of the Virgin means his moral judgments are severe; he expects any female worthy of his interest to carry a spotless reputation, sexual or otherwise. At a young age, he's already quite the little male-chauvinist Pygmalion, putting his girlfriend on a pedestal from which she dares not topple. He seeks a paragon of virtue, any etymological connection to the Virgin not withstanding. And though he may have chosen an outright guttersnipe to sculpt into his Galatean vision, he expects obedience to his moral mandates, already espousing a Madonna-***** vision of femalekind. After all, with so much energy put into making a girl over in his image of moral and physical flawlessness, precious little is left for simply loving her, let alone lusting after her—his partner may feel at once inadequate and sex-starved, that is, until she jumps from her pedestal and into the open arms of another man who wants to sex her, not dress her, up. Mighty Aphrodite, after all, the very embodiment of female sexuality, ditches her hubby Hephaestus to have a fling with lusty Ares, choosing to be sexually objectified rather than morallypetrified.

Repeating this Svengali pattern in relationship after relationship is just one form of torture Virgo inflicts upon himself. Eventually, he may find a payoff for this pathology in a woman seeking as desperately to be mentored by a man as he is to execute such edification. This afflicted habit is often one from which he never truly breaks free. Many women may, at some time, invite the patronage of a mate, especially a man so urbane and well-connected as the Virgo—who'll make her feel she'll literally "have it made" in hooking up with him. After all, it is his proficiency, as much as his leering good looks, that attracts a woman in the first place. And knowledge is power: Like Hephaestus, who was forever crafting the other gods' special endowments, it is natural for Virgo to be in (6th House) service to his loved ones; but in so doing, he also runs the risk of being used as a stepping-stone by a smart cookie looking for shortcuts to her own success. In serving as a vehicle for a woman's ambitions, instead of serving as one for himself, his bulk of time and energy goes into coaching her, leaving little room for romance. Now, his persistent sense that something is missing is founded. Sex itself is often seriously lacking in Virgo's love life. Though his partner mightn't complain whilst being dutifully served by him, she may later throw the dearth of nooky in his face, using it as a bargaining chip when she inevitably finds sex elsewhere and seeks an "out" from the relationship. It's sad but true that few other men are cuckolded as frequently as the Virgo. And adding insult to injury, he often accepts all the blame for his partner's infidelity—that Hephaestean punching-bag aspect of his personality is hard to shake.

No less selfish, though decidedly less driven, is another sort of woman Virgo might attract when stuck in his vicious Svengali cycle: a wee wifey type who, with no monumental aspirations of her own, allows Virgo man to make all her decisions—everything from what she eats or wears to the amount of collagen she'll inject into her lips. It's eerie just how literally the molding-a-woman-out-of-clay scenario plays out in Virgo's romantic bonds: A partner may let herself be physically reconfigured by Virgo, whose projected need for perfection takes on so real a manifestation. Like Hephaestus, who, cuckolded by Aphrodite, makes his own little dolly, Pandora, in her basic likeness—fashioning and fastening onto her face and body his favorite features modeled on all the other Olympian goddesses to boot—so, too, will Virgo man impose opinions regarding her appearance onto his mate, such that he practically cuts and pastes together a new partner. (Pandora here translates toall-given as opposed to Pandora, the all-giver, a pseudonym for the earth goddess Demeter, whose virgin aspect is the symbol for the sign of Virgo.) In some cases, Virgo may be, consciously or not, trying to turn a woman into the spitting image of a lost love. But as myth would have it, creating a Pandora is often opening a can of worms. One must wonder at the motives of any woman who allows herself to be so literally put-upon by a man. It is rarely, if ever, a healthy dynamic. Playing Virgo man's human dolly, this "little woman" may convince herself she's fulfilling his fantasy of the ultimate female, when in truth all she's doing is disabling the already teetering Virgo man all the more. By indulging his whims and demands, he becomes more and more, well, indulgent—not only increasingly magisterial, but also more compulsive in general, perhaps even reckless in his appetite for food, drink, and even sex: With a Pandora in the picture, Virgo's own vices come flying out of the box. His Madonna-***** complex may be exacerbated to such an extent that he demands a lover look as pure as Dante's Beatrice when out in public, but remain as malleable in the bedroom as a paid-up-front prostitute. Still, no matter how much he tries to derive pleasure from controlling his partner, nothing is ever enough.

True satisfaction eludes Virgo until he learns to turn his infamous wizardry onto himself, internally. Too often, however, Virgo takes what seems like the easy way out, tinkering with his own appearance rather than delving into the furnace of his complicated psyche. For it must be said that, of all the men in the zodiac, Virgo may be the most ardent plastic-surgery patient. More than any other sign, he has a deep-rooted fear of aging and mortality, which is the true cause of this, and all, his obsessions. Ironically, it is often through his compulsions that Virgo finally arrives at the major turning point in his life whereby he forgoes such superficial ways. Like Hephaestus, flung by Zeus from Mt. Olympus, every Virgo man must hit his own rock bottom, wallowing in disgust and dissatisfaction with his circumstances, being forced, like the smithy god, into stillness and introspection, from whence his creative genius stems—Hephaestus' lameness giving rise to his very godhead. Eventually, he must stop feeling "cut off at the knees" and become a conduit for serviceable productivity.

As anybody who knows him can attest, Virgo has terrible trouble in keeping scheduled appearances—often late, a no-show, hiding out, screening or not returning calls. Still, such behavior is nothing when compared to the disappearing act he'll perform once he experiences his inevitable bottoming out. But loved ones shouldn't fear: Virgo man usually resurfaces better than ever. Meanwhile, it would seem as if he dropped off the face of the earth, going into a hole like some Eleusian initiate, secretly facing issues surrounding his own mortality. Still, he may spend as much time in "solitary" as he did in Svengali mode. For many a Virgo man will, at such a time, take refuge in a monastery of his own making, cloistering himself in a lifestyle that runs completely contrary to his previous participation in the world of external trappings. He may even take a vow of chastity in the hope that abstinence will purify his tainted soul. Finding solace in this hermetic state makes sense: The term herm-et is derived from his patron god of alchemists, Hermes (Mercury), whose staff, the caduceus, possesses the power to turn base metals into gold. Similarly, Virgo man must get the lead out and wave a healthful wand over himself—ridding his psyche of base thoughts and habits, finding a wholesome vocation that will make him feel useful while inspiring devotion to his own callings as opposed to criticizing the endeavours of others. In short, he must discover his talents, where he shines and thus feels golden. In undergoing this transition in life, which usually hits around middle age (Virgo is associated with the ages 35-42 and exhibits the midlife crisis qualities of those years, in fact, all his life), he typically makes drastic, sweeping changes. Still, in assuming too mad-as-a-monk role, Virgo self-imposes severe rules, regulations, and indeed punishments, depriving himself of even the slightest indulgence, only further fueling his phobias—disease, death, degradation. Short of bringing the hair shirt back into fashion, such pompous piety can be, however, just another pose, one more unfruitful incarnation to thwart his full self-realization. Even here, he avoids humility, his sole saving grace. Only by removing that chip from his shoulder, acknowledging his imperfections, and loving himself in spite of them, can he begin to love others, purely and unconditionally.

It is in embracing his astrological assignation as a mensch that Virgo may finally learn that he appeals to quality partners. Part and parcel of this often earth-shattering realization is seeing his innate feelings of disenfranchisement as an asset. That is, a built-in ability to keep a healthy distance in relationships. Vis-à-vis Virgo's association with the 6th House of help and healing, he adopts the mind-set of someone in service—doctors, social workers, charity volunteers—for whom emotional attachment is counterproductive, yielding only suffering. This is the attitude with which he was born; it just takes him half a lifetime to (re)discover how to properly employ it. Only then will Virgo man catch the eye of a self-sufficient woman who sees in him the opportunity for a healthy I'm-okay-you're-okay relationship wherein she might share the luxury of his loving detachment. It's little wonder that Hephaestus, despite all his marital problems with the high-maintenance Aphrodite, shared a temple with Athena—the embodiment of female independence. Indeed, the combination of Virgo man and Aries woman (whose archetype is Athena) is a classic one: Hephaestus and Athena were both patron gods of craftsmen and were worshiped together. This model relationship is mutually ennobling at its core. Similarly, when Virgo gets tired of being exploited by those flighty Aphrodites, he may be lucky enough to settle into an association with a strong woman who has her own agenda and individual spheres of influence that she, like he, wishes to inhabit solo. Such a strong, chill bond is the only one that's truly sound for the Virgo male psyche.

Even when all systems are go, Virgo's skepticism may hold him back from taking the sexual plunge. He tends to be fearful of proving lousy, or (almost worse) just so-so in the sack. Expertise is the very least Virgo expects of himself; but rather than practice his way to perfection, he often adopts an adept's air, skirting the whole issue, while continuing to live life like a virgin. This is why he generally prefers lovers with far less experience than himself (if that's possible), so that, in comparison, he will seem masterful, in every sense of the word: as sovereign, adept, and instructor. He believes love and affection should be unspoken—eschewing talky, cloying relationships. His mind must remain uncluttered and clear to focus on his personal projects—whether making that pottery, volunteering for the Peace Corps, or getting his Ph.D. He prefers a environment, whether alone or with a partner, that is quiet, meditative, and as Zen-like as possible. And it must be the same with sex: Virgo wants to take it slow and appreciates a woman who'll likewise settle into a leisurely pace. Not to say he won't welcome proactivity in a partner, just so long as he is assured of having no demands made on him. He hopes a lover will take responsibility for her own pleasure in the bedroom, which is why, more often than not, he welcomes the woman-on-top position. He gets off on being viewed as an instrument for his mate's enjoyment, happy to provide the necessary tool(s) to that end, and grateful for not having to be the traditional male aggressor. Not that his sex drive isn't strong; it's just that it doesn't always manifest in a typical male way. He may be considered "lame" by women looking to play the sexual submissive since his dormant volcanic libido requires proper stoking to get fired up. However, at the appointed time, Virgo will, in Hephaestean manner, hammer away, driving his lover's orgasm home. He has tremendous staying power and the earth may, indeed, move for his partner while she's being so diligently poked. Because of his association with the 6th House of work and habits, Virgo takes a dutiful approach to sex, choosing, and sticking to, a routine that works for him. Not one to soak the sheets—no fuss, no muss—the Virgo clean freak is squeamish about any "funkiness" in the bedroom. Still, given his penchant for regularity, sex can take on a ritual significance, thereby becoming a means of reinforcing and solidifying his bond with a woman. And besides, putting himself on autopilot keeps Virgo from getting too "in his head," second-guessing his performance, subjecting himself to self-critical analysis. Better that he stick to his usual game plan, honing his technique more with every try.

Few men are better with their hands than Virgo man. The same might be said for his mouth, would he apply his workman's ethic to oral duties as well. But alas, he's not always so willing to oblige, preferring to use his increasingly calloused fingers with such alacrity as to slowly make a partner howl with pleasure. Likewise, he doesn't make oral demands, though he's willing to let his lover indulge any such fixations she may have. Virgo experiences orgasm as a full-body sensation, feeling an extended buildup that, unlike with many men, will see him shaking in precursory waves before he actually even erupts—and with the proper breathing exercises, he'll find this orgasmic period can be drawn out even longer. Whether or not he puts a label on it, sex for the Virgo has a tantric quality, being very much about prolonging pleasure and trying to achieve a sustainable ecstatic state. In fact, sex becomes a vehicle through which Virgo learns more about himself. As with any of his habitual practices, he generally goes deeper into the experience each subsequent time, thus emphasizing the importance of a steady partner as well as a steadfast routine. Though sex for Virgo is generally separated from its procreative purpose (of all the men in the zodiac, he may be one of the least interested in fatherhood), it is nonetheless not to be undertaken lightly. He rarely has sex for sex's sake, and when single, he doesn't sleep around—paying for sex is particularly out of the question for so sanitary a skinflint as he. In bachelorhood, his preferred outlet for sexual frustration is a female friend or acquaintance for whom he has no real affection but who will, most likely, fellate him for free whenever it strikes his fancy—no reciprocation required. Even when in a relationship, Virgo is often "jumped" by his lover. As, like his neighbor Leo, he can go for long stretches without sex and may need to be forcibly reminded of his partner's needs. In the meantime he doesn't like to talk about his exploits and rarely reveals even the slightest humdrum detail, even to his closest friends. To the zodiac's Virgin, sex cannot help but be a rather sordid affair. As it is, he barely likes doing it with the lights on, preferring to see himself engaged in this most basic of human functions through a gauzed-and-Vaselined lens.

Yet, despite his sanitized vision of sex, Virgo has a wildly active fantasy life, as if the bawdier impulses he cleanses himself of come back to haunt his imagination. His more kinky longings are generally so deeply buried in his psyche that he may barely be aware of the range of proclivities he might actually possesss. In fact, because his more deviant desires don't easily surface, at certain points in Virgo's life they may come forth with signature volcanic vengeance. One classic Virgoan fascination is "watching." Specifically, this entails observing an attractive heterosexual couple have sex. Being astrologically predisposed to curiosity about the male-and-female dynamic—the mutable sign of Virgo synthesizes Mother fixation and Father fixation into a generic parental fixation—Virgo men find no greater turn-on than seeing these naturally opposite human forces in action. On a more banal level, he also tends to project a parental dynamic onto his platonic relationships, particularly those with the numerous couples who often adopt him as their friend. Mutable signs are all androgynous to some degree, or, as is often the case with Virgo, rather decidedly asexual—his traditional patron planet is named for the bisexual god, Mercury (Hermes), the original hermaphrodite. Archetypically, whether by virtue of Hermes or Hephaestus, Virgos don't feel as manly as all that—and so, even when decidedly heterosexual, he appreciates the power of machismo in a man, just as he thrills to the most feminine of female companions. The delight that he feels at witnessing the combination of the two wins him the title of the zodiac's preeminent armchair voyeur. Other sexual reveries generally involve nubile-looking women and, of course, virgins, whom, both in real life and in his imagination, he revels in deflowering. Sophisticated visions of corruption creep into the Virgoan mind, fantasies that focus on the degradation of innocent or "proper" females—musings that incorporate a degree of social decorum—all very D. H. Lawrence (a Virgo, of course), if not ever so slightly Story of O. On the flip side, he may envision himself as the debased object, putting himself at the mercy of a dominant, vampish woman with whom he can play out any number of lurking submissive tendencies. Humilation fantasies abound in Virgo's psyche, regardless of which side of a spanking he lands on. There is, too, an element of degradation in his voyeurism, especially if he wishes to watch his woman get it on with another man—being cuckolded is a signature Virgoan desire he mightn't even admit to himself. The zodiac's Hephaestus cannot but wonder what his mate might look and act like if being rodgered by a decidedly more aggressive man—it's an image that at once excites and torments him.

In astrological terms, Virgo is one of the more gay signs. Even the straight Virgo is bound to have homoerotic run-ins in his youth and is often suspected of being gay due to a natural, somewhat feminine soft-spokenness. As it is, straight Virgo gets a visceral satisfaction from a close relationship with a best male friend, typically a lifelong pal, with whom he'll playa wifey role, continually advising or lecturing him in dos and don'ts or along self-help lines. Virgo can't help but fall into preachy, caretaking behaviors—and with that as a basis for his heterosexual bonds, he naturally appears "different" from other guys. He finds a closeness with other men more akin to the way women generally bond with each other. That, among other attributes, may make him "appear" gay even when he's straight. Still, Virgos, by their very nature, if not actual behavior, invite suspicion (urban legend of Richard Gere and that gerbil comes to mind). This is due, in part, to his defensive demeanor, which others interpret as shiftiness—that mutable earthiness makes him hard to pin down. Indeed, nobody is more a chameleon than Virgo. And no Virgo is more a chameleon than gay Virgo man, who, being sexually self-aware from an early age, may view relationships with men, and typically older ones, as a way to mend his disenfranchised feelings and elevate his station in life. In deference to his alchemist archetype, he can be a real gold digger, exhibiting a particular aptitude for foraging his way into a rich boyfriend's deepest pockets. As well, Virgo guys, regardless of sexuality, have been known to fabricate whole pasts to support whichever character they're currently playing. Typically, gay Virgo will want to appear the young, cultured protégé to an older, richer man in whose image he's petitioning to be molded. Rarely does the young gay Virgo choose to bestow his affections on a lover of his own age, or one with neither social standing nor a beefy bank account, just as, in his more mature years, he may take up with a markedly younger lover whom he can similarly sponsor. Once in a relationship, in startling manifestation of his mutability, he may completely conform to his lover's vision of a perfect partner—think of a compliant Eliza Doolittle, only out of drag. Virgo purposefully becomes wrapped up in his lover's life—often working for his boyfriend, purchasing property "together" or the like—legally and financially, as well as emotionally. If anybody's going to have an airtight palimony agreement, you better believe it's the gay Virgo. So total an entanglement as Virgo happily enters into becomes that much more of an obstacle to him when he seeks to fulfill his true purpose of becoming a "self-made man." Wholly blatant Batman analogy: He may find it difficult to break out of his Dick Grayson role and spread his fledgling wings while under the auspices of his Bruce Wayne-like benefactor. Despite the inevitable amassing of a spiffy wardrobe, Virgo's breakups, needless to say, can be the messiest on the astrological block.

Gay Virgo is quite the little conformist when it comes to sexual behavior as well. Neither vehemently dominant nor submissive a character, he wants what every freewheeling Virgo man wants, gay or straight: lots of blow jobs, with little effort or involvement. Still, the magnetic mentors to whom he's generally attracted may make more demands on him than he'd readily volunteer to perform. So it becomes a trade-off, at least in Virgo's early years, to weigh how much he gets from the relationship against what he's willing to give—compromise, negotiation—everything in his life having some price tag attached to it, if not a Dolce, Comme, Prada, or Yohji label. It's no secret, after all, that Virgo craves the finer things in life. To him, partnerships mean a tradeoff of personal freedom anyway. He might allow himself to be eased into what are, at first, vividly compromising positions to keep his lover satisfied, thus insuring whatever cushy niche he's carving out for himself as ward, if not lord, of the manor. Think of it as bottoming out so as not to hit rock bottom. Indeed, sliding down the batpole, he realizes, has some valuable perks; and though he maybe a real virgin on this exact sexual score, he soon learns to derive pleasure from being a versatile lover, one who'll switch more willingly from the giving to the receiving end over time. Still, even if his boyfriend possesses a tireless libido, emphasis for the Virgo will rarely be on sex. Indeed, he's far more interested in the pristine public image he and his lover present—he and his Bruce Wayne may also make it a point to keep their secret identities a secret. Not to suggest he necessarily masks his sexuality; he simply doesn't flaunt it (unlike Gemini, the zodiac's original Robin, who'd just as soon flit around in green tights and a speedo). Virgo merely believes that sexuality should never define a person; fittingly, his own don't-ask-don't-tell policy is usually firmly in effect, and in his signature social-climbing, such subjects are seldom broached. His interest is in hobnobbing at posh parties, exhibiting an impressive knowledge of all things aesthetic, never feeling the slightest need to make anything near what might be considered a political statement.

Relationships of this sort provide the Virgo with a sense of parenting that he lacked as a child—not having been born sucking on that silver spoon, he finds a daddy willing to share his own. Such a bond feeds his ego, allowing him to play out a trophy-boy fantasy, all the while reinforcing his effete nature. Still, it's not all peaches and cream, as Virgo inevitably seeks to satisfy his lust with more exciting men, most, if not all, swarthy, earthy Mediterranean types—the consummate pool boy he'd love to finagle onto the payroll. Fleeting sexual interludes may be all his lifestyle allows, fearful as he is of losing his mainstay big-bucks bond. To be fair, the intellectual connection he doubtlessly makes with his mentor-mate—the basis of any gay Virgo relationship—is strong and sustaining. Since this love bond is really friendship first, Virgo doesn't get too hung up on issues of sex and/or fidelity. Just as he can dally with the pool boy guilt-free, he is naturally forgiving of his lover's forays, so long as they remain strictly physical. However, he has no desire to share tales of his experiences, mindful as always of keeping subversive worlds from colliding. Ask him no questions, and he'll tell you no lies.

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Originally posted by the89freespirit:
I do love the Sextrology book. It's so well-written and does have some fascinating theories, that seem to hold weight (for the most part).

I've found that it can be applied equally to the Sun, Moon, or Rising sign placements of a person. One really weird thing I discovered is that I have Capricorn Rising and I look EXACTLY like how they describe the Capricorn male in the book, right down to having several beauty marks on my face and body.

Anyways, Ms Prism, you could go ahead and post the Scorpio male description for me just for kicks (since I believe it hasn't been posted yet).

I really identify with my Scorpio Midheaven, as my Moon and Pluto conjunction in Scorpio is placed there.

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That's awesome that you look exactly like they describe Capricorn! (They're my personal sexpot lookers haha.)

I have odd placements and my look is generally described by people as "unique beauty" so I don't know, maybe it's my ruling planet being in Aquarius that makes it harder for a description to be clear about my superficial qualities. *shrug*

I'd be happy to post the male Scorpio description! It's my personal favorite to read.

Sex + Sexuality for Scorpio Male:

Just as the Scorpio is continually performing a profound exploration of self, embracing instead of ignoring his deepest fears and desires, so, too, does he snap a searchlight on his metaphoric Hades helmet and delve into the hearts, minds, and indeed the souls of others in a subconscious attempt to inspire a rooting-out process. Scorpio cannot trust anyone he suspects of hiding from his or her own self. As a result, he tends not to trust many people. Indeed, his signature sting, he realizes, can only hurt those who have dark secrets they wish to protect. Liars, cheaters, cowards, closet cases, or any such individuals tapdancing as fast as they can to avoid certain truths in themselves...beware! In adolescence, when other boys were desperately seeking to sully their innocence any which way, the Scorpio was already trying to heal the "damage" he had sustained both on the home front and/or from his premature sexual experiences. Compared to others, he lives inside out, not so much seeking to make his mark, but to erase the marks he feels have unfortunately been impressed upon him. In regard to creativity, Scorpio will approach art, as he does life, antithetically to the Libra, who generally seeks to impose order if not an aesthetic veneer upon the world, beautifying the surface of experience. The Serpent, in contrast, likes to wriggle around in the dirt, burrowing beneath the surface, and when it comes to art, specifically, uncovering, often dissecting nature, or allowing its mysteries to work their magic.

The ironically named character Ricky Fitts in the film American Beauty seems the consummate Scorpion character. He is a social outcast, disdainful of superficial societal shenanigans, having to cope with a dearth of domestic love, channeling his attention into the probing art of film documentation that borders on voyeuristic invasion of privacy. Of all he's witnessed on film, what strikes him as most beautiful is a lengthy scene of a plastic bag being blown around by the wind—nature itself captured as art. This is the Scorpion view in a nutshell: Life and art should be about nature revealing its beauty secrets, as well as its uglier aspects, not the imposition of human ideas onto nature. And the same goes in love; one mustn't seek it based on a predetermined agenda of perfection, but rather allow it to be revealed by silently waiting and watching. This, after all, is the exact dynamic of the Hades myth: Alone in his underworld realm, this gloomy god had his eye out for the perfect mate; then, with one fell swoop, he plucked the springy Kore-Persephone from her hilltop, plopping her on the throne he had prepared. The fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast picks up from there, the willingly captive Belle's love bringing redemption to the hairy beast who thus, via her affection, turns into a handsome prince. Scorpio man's love life, for better or worse, follows these precise thematic lines.

Damned to shame and isolation, most Scorpio males "act out" in youth in destructive ways—going through some form of compulsion or addiction early on, whether it be drugs, sex, food, rage, or marathon games of Dungeons & Dragons. Still, his regenerative Plutonian energy is already sending him, while yet at a tender age, on that road to redemption. Barely emerging from his teens or twenties, he may feel he has already experienced the depths of human despair. So, like any individual "in recovery," Scorpio vehemently focuses on his own self-preservation, often becoming so completely self-absorbed as to perpetuate his accustomed alienation from others. Fine by him. Being "a bad seed," he finds, has its perks, as it piques the curiosity of women who expect nothing more from him than sex, providing him with no-strings release while he continues to search for his own innocent and unsuspecting Kore, whose name suggests inner substance worth its salt. Indulging in this sort of near-anonymous sexual interaction wrongly wins him the reputation for being some sort of predator or unfeeling fiend—in fact, nothing could be further from the truth. It's simply this: Until Scorpio meets "the one," he feels he can't afford to be distracted by imperfect relationships for fear of missing the real thing when it reveals itself A man as naturally libidinous as this Mars-ruled chap is compelled to engage in purely sexual experiences—in and out—before going back to lying in wait for love to rear its lovely head. So totally hands-off is he with these temporary sexual partners that he mightn't do more than unzip and be serviced, say, orally, otherwise remaining utterly composed if not completely dressed. This do-for-me "position" is very Scorpion indeed, part and parcel of the infamous distance he insists on having from others. It's his particular dual dynamic: to be totally dominant over those whom he cares little about, while longing to lavish attention on a one true love. Still, on either side of the spectrum, Scorpio will always end up asserting his signature control.

His attraction to that salt-of-the-earth female he seeks to capture is a double-edged sword—a taste of the Serpent's forked tongue. On the one hand, he prizes such an untainted soul, whose pure expression of femininity is just as nature, not society, intended. As a rule, he loves bouncy, voluptuous, or even suggestively bottom-heavy, pastoral creatures with a blissful ignorance of urbane affectation or jadedness. On the other hand, as sexist as it sounds (macho Mars is his coruler, remember), he feels that such a guileless rustic of a girl will be vulnerable to his often compulsively controlling nature. As his so-called opposite axis sign of Taurus, with its motto "I have," is one of material possession, watery Scorpio, whose alternative motto is "We have," is one of emotional, if not spiritual, possession. After all, he is the Serpent, a son of Hades; and his devilish nature is nothing to be sneezed at. The mythic lord of the underworld didn't politely escort Kore-Persephone to his subterranean realm. He pounced and pulled her down, body and soul, in one deliberate move. Subconsciously, Scorpio feels he must trick that "innocent" woman into wanting him, a symptom of his being treated as a pariah in his past. He does this by behaving opposite from the way he usually does—he treats her like absolute gold, sympathetic and administering to her every need. Sometimes he becomes so much the "Mr. Sensitive" man, it's sickening; there is a breed of Scorpio guys—though all of them are guilty of this behavior at some point—who become so absorbed, indeed attuned, to a woman, you'd think this former macho man had turned into a girl himself. He is an example of how ease with the Chthonian feminine nature can go too far: Before you can say "menses," this man is sautéing tofu, arranging crystals, and crocheting tampon totes, all for the benefit of his woman's comfort and wellbeing. Just as the Libra gal is astrology's gay man trapped in a woman's body, Scorpio man is the zodiac's male lesbian. However, in laying himself at his "lady's" feet, seeking to fulfill her every whim and be "everything" to her, we glimpse Scorpio's ever-present ulterior motive: He doesn't want the woman in his life to need anyone else but him. Hades, whose Roman name, Pluto, means "riches," if we remember, tried to compensate for Kore-Persephone's abduction by showering her with jewels and other underworldly goods. Indeed, she becomes like an embedded gem herself, cold and isolated in his subterranean experience. He is often referred to as the narcotized god, as he, like the animal scorpion, induces a sort of suspended animation as befits the sign's 8th House association with sleep as well as death.

To be fair, Scorpio himself desires such a state of total absorption in a relationship that he doesn't even entertain the possibility that his partner wouldn't be likewise inclined. Fixed-water connotes a concentration of emotion, and Scorpio, in expressing his feelings, tends to freeze his lover in her tracks, making her a permanent fixture in his life, if not paralyzing her into a rather limiting role as his everything. Scorpio expects his mate to be his link to the outside world and, often, to take up all the slack—better known as the house, the kids, all administrative duties—in what will undoubtedly become an increasingly rooted relationship, so that he might go even deeper into his own, trademark solo-career pursuits. What, she might wonder, happened to the man who prepared homemade aromatherapy treatments for her cramps? Lest we forget, that same Scorpion songwriter also wrote the lyrics "a man needs a maid," which, on some level, can't help but become the Serpent guy's natural anthem. As the sting of the scorpion paralyzes its prey, the male of this sign can unnerve his cherished victim of love. In the extreme, Scorpio, like his fellow fixed-sign Leo man, may be a controlling Archie Bunker-type—his name seems a nod to the sheltered life he leads—expecting his Edith to anticipate his every desire, but to otherwise "stifle" herself. And yet, since he only reveals his true self to her, Edith sees in Archie what nobody else can. Likewise, Scorpio man only lets the one person he truly loves glimpse his own deep vulnerability. This scary monster that the rest of us see actually needs to cuddle; starved for affection, he requires a dash of mother love mixed into the adoration his lover offers. Conversely, in the bosom of a true-love relationship, he begins to express love as well, a painful process for him as he was discouraged from doing so in his youth. In the Scorpio's defense, he knows life with him isn't easy, and he almost has to fight the urge to apologize to his partner upon waking each day in advance of the difficulty she may have to face. Sometimes, this hardship takes an extreme form as, like Persephone, Scorpio's partner is often removed from the usual surroundings of her upbringing and relocated to parts unknown. Being naturally disposed to gloom, he can only do so much to brighten her existence; and in any case, she generally won't see much of him. A die-hard workaholic, Scorpio starts his day early and ends it late, rarely taking time for the ritual of regular meals. But a bond with Scorpio is mainly an unspoken one, based on trust, typically devoid of constant discussion or over-analysis.

Sex plays an enormous part in reinforcing a relationship with Scorpio—something that also goes without saying. Indeed, what often transpires in bed with Scorpio is too lewd to discuss in the light of day. He may prefer to make a distinction between the bouncy, sunny figure he wakes up next to and the licentious lady (generally, of his own creation) he cavorted with the night before. In one respect, sex with a Scorpio man who's in love can be a sappy affair, the absolute flip side of his former draconian dalliances with what basically amounted to faceless orifices. With the woman he loves, he dives in headfirst, reveling in every inch of her body, squeamish about nothing and eager to leave no possible approach to pleasure unexplored. The challenge for this man, though, is to reconcile his more obsessive, often fetishistic sexual desires with a need to maintain a pristine vision of respect for his partner. No easy task, for instance, if you get off on your girl wearing a leash and barking like a dog. Luckily, for most Scorpios' sakes such requisite turn-ons aren't so extreme. Still, a gulf typically needs to be bridged between his fantasies and his fear of expressing them to the one person he most loves. He only feels more beastly; but, not one to repress his desires, he'll deal with them one way or another. As it is, he will have introduced his partner to his "lighter" prurient pleasures such as anal sex, the focus usually being, but not limited to, her posterior alone. As well, a bit of bondage generally makes its way into the Scorpio's bedroom, first perhaps as an off-the-cuff suggestion (pun intended); soon, however, like so many other turn-ons he stealthily introduces, it becomes a rotating staple in their repertoire. Both in and out of the bedroom, a relationship with the Scorpio feels something like being body-snatched. Just as, over time, he may systematically isolate his partner from as much outside social interaction as possible—unconsciously, he fills her dance card with his own needs—so, too, does he (re)program her sexually, slowly acclimating her to sharing his desires. His hope is that she'll come to crave them of her own free will, and whether she does or doesn't is eternally debatable. With Hades, after all, Kore, the goddess of spring, becomes crystallized into the goddess Persephone, queen of the underworld, a female carbon copy of her controlling hubby. (At least she gets six months off for good behavior, which is more than can be said for the bride of Scorpio.)

Echoing the eccentric orbit of his planetary ruler Pluto, Scorpio man takes a woman on an unconventional journey into the depths of sexual desire—drawing out her profound, hidden yearnings—as a means of reaching the heights of ecstasy and, indeed, self-discovery. His partner should set aside a good amount of time, as sex with the Scorpio is rarely rushed or simply a matter of physically getting off. On the contrary, he seems to have mastered the lessons his early, far more experienced, lovers taught. Scorpio takes total control of the proceedings, ******* with his partner's mind from the outset; building her expectation, he sets a mood of anticipation that sends her wriggling in excitement and frustration. He loves for his mate to lie perfectly still while he ever so slowly caresses and kisses her, not allowing her to take his own pressing matters into her hands. He may even remain dressed, purposefully putting his partner at a disadvantage, using his notoriously large, long fingers to probe and pinch, tracing his suggestive digits along the length of her body. To the Scorpio's mind, restraints or blindfolds may only help to keep the focus on pure sensation, as well as intensifying the atmosphere of his wielding all the power. Egging his partner on, the Serpent hopes to force a declaration of her urgent desire. The buildup of sexual ardor to an ever-increasing crescendo is more important to Scorpio than the advent of release. Even once he has freed the beast, he may make his woman beg for it, rubbing it around her face, breasts, or ***** , teasing and "torturing" her with the tip.

By approaching sex from this angle Scorpio is exonerating himself from the responsibility of being so naturally overpowering in bed. As mentioned, he is generally well-endowed and possesses a good deal of staying power; if anything, it takes him too long to reach a climax. Also, as befits his nature, he likes to go deep, often only being able to get off when he's sure to have hit bottom. He puts his whole self into the act, seeming to crawl all over a woman. Though he's rarely rough in bed—he moves as smoothly as his serpentine association would suggest—there is a strongly psychological edge to the Serpent guy's sexual relationships. A most poignant symptom of his fixed-water status, representing not just focused feelings but also stuck or blocked ones, is Scorpio's infamous development of fixations. In fact, all emotion, including love, cannot help but smack of obsession for this fellow. And he expects his mate to match that intensity. In the process, or rather as the process, he employs a bit of mind control, even if it only amounts to a Disney version of The Story of O. Sometimes, given his more lascivious fixations, Scorpio realizes that his partner will never "go there," nor would he expect or even want her to. A bit of bondage, role-playing, or a few toys is one thing, but his lurid needs don't always end there, and he's right to keep them out of the usual bedroom mix. These fascinations may manifest in a secret porn stash or through cyber sex in which he can explore hands-off games of master-and-servant. However, if Scorpio is drawn to more elaborate "scenes," ones that might even require a leather wardrobe or whips and chains, he's perhaps better off remaining a bachelor. And he knows it: Never one to lead a double life, the Serpent guy is nearly incapable of hiding something so heady as an S&M lifestyle from someone he loves. In such cases, he might consciously take a pass on the shiny happy women he feels a love connection with and find himself a female denizen of the night who shares his fetishistic fascinations. In such extreme circumstances, Scorpio's need for control only increases, and he definitely plays the lead in this theater of psychological sex games—one that might include enslaving willing females in a dungeon of his own design or at after-hours clubs that provide such chambers of sexual commerce. Acts of degradation and humiliation directed toward self-declared submissives are radical examples of his need for psychological worship and utter obedience to his powerful will.

Scorpio man's sexuality is black-and-white, decidedly straight or gay, with no room for gray guesswork in between. He doesn't believe in bisexuality, for men, that is—another symptom of that sexism that he projects, regardless of his particular sexual preference. Being born into so powerfully feminine a sign, straight Scorpio puts women on a pedestal (if not binding and gagging them there), despite his domination fantasies or, indeed, as a twisted result of them. He can, thus, easily entertain attraction shared between two women, gay or straight; however, he can't quite make the leap when applied to his own sex. By the same token, gay Scorpio commits to his sexual identity completely, and often at an early age—he invites the same sexual seduction in adolescence as does his heterosexual counterpart—in signature Scorpion manner, accepting his homosexual feelings as fact, not so much coming out of the proverbial closet as never stepping into it in the first place. To him, sexually ambiguous males are actually no such thing: They are simply fence-sitting cowards whom he'd like to see knocked off. In keeping with the Chthonian ideal that people are defined by their subterranean forces, not capable of mentally choosing whom they want to be, but rather bound to commit to who they already are, Scorpio chalks homosexuality up to simple biology. That his sign is steeped so deep in nature, and thus the feminine-subjective experience, mostly manifests as a need to surround himself with fierce female friends, rarely one to even pal around with another gay-male friend or, worse, a group of such buddies—he'd sooner have the odd straight male friend; indeed, he often does.

Gay Scorpio is that much more a loner than his straight brother: He seems to haunt the world rather than actively participate in it. Like heterosexual men of the sign, he likes to work alone, so much so that he's not likely to be contented with a remote corner office; he needs utter solitude and is often drawn to professions that require it. Whether a scientist, cartoonist, designer, architect, or superhero of some sort, Scorpio's private work space is of prime importance as this lair serves as a place of solace and regeneration, as well as creative output. He must be alone to function, a fact that is often lost on acquaintances who engage him in small talk. Scorpio seems to look through people, as if (he oft wishes) they weren't there; apparently, he doesn't have even one moment to spare for anyone other than himself And this is one of the secrets to his success: As ambitious as he is, even when young and "climbing," he never seeks to impress or eagerly make his mark. On the contrary, he often shuns such publicity or hobnobbing as might speed the plow of his success. Rather, he's confident that he will succeed and sees no use in feeling rushed or riled. So remember, if a Scorpio seems to be giving you the brush, it's nothing personal—and for the gay Scorpio, this is especially true.

The gay Serpent guy doesn't casually date. Like any self-respecting Scorpio, he's holding out for the real thing, with little interest in interim interaction. In his youth, Scorpio seeks the company of a sophisticated man with whom he fuses on every level. While other males his age are barhopping and boy-hopping, the Scorpio might be found at his mentor's home, receiving instruction in the finer things. Typically, with sexual overtones, the Scorpio plays a "boy" role to such a "daddy"—in the extreme, he's trained as a slave to a fiercely dominant master. To one degree or another, this dynamic is intrinsic, a materialization of the submissive position Scorpio may have been seduced into during adolescence. In most cases, he'll soon slip out from under the wing of this friend and/or sexual guru and commit to the serious, solo pursuit of his ambitions. Single, Scorpio may procure a small coterie of **** buddies who share his nonemotional, no-strings attitude to sex. Though a deeply emotional person, Scorpio can't invest even a drop of feeling in the mechanical processes of purely sexual experience. In such instances, he ritualistically takes the top position, enjoying an oral servicing before bending his buddy over. Detachedness is key and emphasis is placed on his physical power—many a Scorpion sports the requisite **** ring to, shall we say, reinforce this impression. But his association with such individuals will rarely, if ever, see the light of day. To those with whom he interacts from nine to five, Scorpio's personal life remains one huge question mark.

Though he's secure in his own sexuality, many a gay Scorpio will stay completely silent on the subject if only to perpetuate an aura of mystery. Inquiring minds may find themselves frozen out of society with him should they ever have the gall to broach the subject. Others may write him off as an asexual anomaly. Then, suddenly, one might learn that the cryptic Scorpio, who for years has never so much as hinted at where his proclivities lie, is shacking up with a rich and famous man—often someone connected to his own career field. The big question answered, one may still be left wondering how such an insular guy ever ended up meeting so major a mover-shaker. In typical Scorpion logic, the question is the answer: In biding his time, unbeholden to any other distracting entanglements, Scorpio has left himself available to pounce on the "perfect" opportunity when it eventually presents itself. Unseen, he's been laying the psychic groundwork for the inevitability of such an occurrence. Still, it can be explained away in far more nutsy-boltsy terms: Via his aloofness, gay Scorpio creates a mystique of (self-) importance; through focus on his career, he begins to receive the sort of creamy social invitations he finally deigns to accept. All he needs is the introduction to a mogul who sexually appeals, and before you can say his-and-his hand towels, these two are setting up house.

Like attracting like, Scorpio is most at ease with someone rich and powerful—his patron's name Pluto means "riches," remember, giving rise to the term plutocracy, rule by the wealthy—indeed, to Scorpio, money is power. To boot, the 8th House is that of both sex and in particularother people's money, those two attributes being inextricably linked in the Serpent's lustful mind. Face-to-face with some magnate, Mr. Aloof suddenly comes to life, fixing such a man in his suggestive icy-hot gaze. What he hopes to see in the eyes of this heavyweight is the same brand of self-assuredness luridly staring back. Unlike his straight counterpart, gay Scorpio is no fan of vulnerability—what he looks for in a man's eyes is confidence, conviction, and courage, if not just a pinch of czarish cruelty.

posted June 25, 2013 08:41 PM            

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Originally posted by FireBird:
Wow MsPrism...you really hit the nail with this one! I read the Sag female descript and it fits me to a T. Thought that should only be for my Leo placements, but I guess I was wrong! lol

So how does this work? I have Sag MC, but Neptune is 10th house Cappy. Jupiter is in 11th house Aqua. Do you need my Saturn placement as well? Thanks a lot for offering this stuff!

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I'm so happy it worked for you too!

I guess it works out by us all trying to figure out why the 10th House cusp and/or planets therein explain our sexual style and lifestyle. I mean, we don't use the 10th for that kind of explanation at all so what the heck!? haha

posted June 25, 2013 09:05 PM            

Thanks for posting these!

I have to say, I looked over the male versions of Gemini, Cancer, Virgo, and Sagittarius.

Despite my MC in Gemini and Jupiter conjunct MC, I didn't identify with Gemini or Sagittarius at all.

posted June 25, 2013 11:31 PM            

I want to know too

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

And my favourite quotes...
"His oral fixation ... is proof that this boy is Venus' original lover"
"He is the eternal Adonis asking to be deflowered"
"Moreover, what gets him off most is seeing a partner get him off"

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Haha I love your style, you're so awesome! I have an oral fixation on the giving end, haha!

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Originally posted by somethingexcellent:
Well Saturn is a relationship planet after all, but hardly anyone seems to realise it. Everyone's hyped off on Venus and Mars, but not Moon and Saturn...

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Originally posted by yellowelevator:
Wow, I'm really shocked (and at the same time, not) at how right on this was for me. I have a Pisces MC and Neptune in the 7th like two other people on here do, and the description for Pisces woman on the first page was so accurate.

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