I have Sag in my MC and I have Uranus in my 10th house. With Neptune in Sagittarius in my 11th house.
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Originally posted by MsPrism:
For Lioness:Hey, you're so easy with the ruling planet in the 10th! 
Tell me if this fits!
Body+Soul for Sagittarius Female:
Sagittarius woman loves, indeed lives, to be seen. She makes a bold statement, grandly entering a room, not so much hoping as assuring that all eyes will be on her. She is born understanding the power of first impressions, and she is always determined to make a glorious one. Slowly, often exaggeratively, sauntering into a social setting, Sag's arrival is announced by her voice, a laughing, built-in fanfare as would herald Hera's entrance into the hall of Olympus. And like that high and mighty queen of the gods, Sag will not be overlooked, underestimated, or in anyway outshone. For her, life is as much pomp as it is circumstance, and she lives every day as if in celebration— similarly, she herself expects to be celebrated. So long as she meets with attention and appreciation, Sag is a beaming, upbeat figure, one who positively glows, as if literally lit from within— the whites of her narrow eyes flash, her skin gleams, health and vitality shining as if from every pore of her statuesque being. Larger-than-life, Sag is the tawny Texan of the zodiac, no shrinking creature of subtlety, but one eternally committed to giving life all she's got. As a quick perusal of a list of notable Sag ladies reveals, the sign boasts a bevy of emblazoned women— to Austen, Didion, Alcott, Powell and Eliot are added Willa Cather, Emily Dickinson, Rita Mae Brown and Margaret Mead— those who managed to shine through man-made social barriers and often literally get their stories heard. Global fame, against all odds, seems to be an inalienable Sag-female birthright. Personifying Hera's haughty aplomb, Sagittarius embodies the greatness of woman, proving the so-called second sex possesses as much, if not more, superhuman prowess as the most high and mighty man. Fittingly, the Centaur girl can not help but appear a potent, often towering figure— literally, Junoesque— just as she is the very apt picture of coltish, if not downright horsey, beauty, such as the looks of the likes of Sagittarians Kim Basinger, Daryl Hannah, Jane Fonda, Jamie Lee Curtis, Susan Dey, Tina Turner, Maria Callas, Cicely Tyson, Dionne Warwick, Mariel Hemingway, Liv Ullman, Lee Remick, and Felicity Huffman vividly illustrate. Indeed, no sign boasts a more remarkable roster of gorgeous glamazons, a line-up of living, breathing depictions of über-feminity, veritable goddesses as would seem beyond the grasp of mere mortal men. And that's just the way she likes it: Especially in her search for a mate, Sag isn't interested in attracting anyone less than a similarly exalted icon of masculinity, one whom she considers head and shoulders above the rest. Like a would-be queen adorned in all her resplendent glory, she parades herself before admiring eyes, taking great pains with her appearance— no creature of subtlety is she— so as to project so divalike an image as would weed out any man who lacks the confidence and charisma necessary to make a compatible partnership.
Sag naturally possesses the necessary ingredients with which to properly pull off such a dazzling demonstration. Typically wholesome, with a corn-fed beauty, she is as healthy in her body as she is in her mindful ambition. Born with an athletic build, solidly boned and sinewy, she is as much a potential tomboy as her fellow fire-sign sisters— Aries and Leo— yet, unlike them, she neither, respectively, embraces her boyishness nor blends it into a tough-girl brand of womanhood. Instead, Sag seeks to subdue her more strapping qualities, going the extra mile to feminize herself in so absolute a manner as only the farsighted Archeress can do. Typically, she grows her hair into cascading tresses, often lightening her locks while plucking, tweezing, or bleaching any errant fuzz on her body or face. With her protrusive forehead (made all the more pronounced by a concave "third-eye" space), dramatic cheekbones, a small nose with dramatically flared nostrils, deeply creased nasal folds, thin lips, and a strong, often jutting jaw, there is something extreme about her features. Her chiseled countenance might even lend a masculine or handsome air, which she takes great pains to compensate for, thinning her brow and plumping her lips cosmetically and otherwise feminizing her appearance. With large, squared shoulders and powerfully muscular arms, she knows to wear draped, rather than fitted styles of clothing that hang from her frame, further contributing to her goddesslike look— long column dresses are a favorite Sag fashion choice. Such styles also offset a short waist while enhancing her greatest feature: those endlessly long legs, which she shows off to maximum effect. Exposing a fair amount of skin works well for the Sag, whose natural brand of beauty is at once fresh and wildly forboding. As a nod to the sign's horsey symbol, her body is streamlined, her typically small breasts a mere afterthought, barely masking her pronounced pectorals, her sleek torso tapering down to slim, shimmering Sag-ruled flanks and a rather flat behind. Her pelvis may be wide, which makes her ***** appear small and shy in comparison, in any case a typically unhairy affair, if only due to regular waxings. Her appearance is all important to the Sag, who knows that her body is the best advertisement for a superior mate. The long-range-minded Archeress leaves no stone unturned in making herself over in the likeness of some pampered queen who, at a glance, seems strictly fit for a king.
Having such foresight, in addition to being born under planet Jupiter's limitless power, allows Sag to see beyond obstacles and successfully target her aims, sexual or otherwise. The rub, however, is that she sometimes goes too far in putting herself "out there" and is not always "up" to the emotional challenge of fulfilling the role of the iconic maven that she projects. The result: a disconnect of sorts, whereby, though styling herself as some towering luminary, she simultaneously retreats into a little-girl personality, an attempt at psychological self-protection against the lofty expectations (of herself) she instills in others. Such a dichotomy in character is often interpreted, by men, as an unassuming allure along the girl-can't-help-it line; while other women might mistake her often genuine giggly guilelessness as just another arrow in her quiver of self-motivated manipulations. When it comes to pure appearances, Sag may, too, be guilty of overshooting her mark, styling herself as a big-time gal seeking to leave any humble or underdog origins in the dust— though she never quite escapes her horsey sign's more hayseed roots. Simply put, Sag can be all too obvious, prinking herself— that is, dressing for show— in such a manner as will telegraph her desired goals. If she's determined to become chairwoman of the board, for instance, she'll don the most conservative garb and get the most teased-and-sprayed hairdo on the planet. If she wants to be seen as fashionable, she'll sport an on-the-nose replica of what Vogue has laid out on its latest pages. In youth, because she inherently seeks praise, Sag might be the consummate junior-beauty-pageant contestant who begs her parents, rather than being pushed by them, to compete. She yearns to dazzle, notoriously drawn to sparkling sequins, exaggerated styles, and ultrabright colors. This is not the sign representative of the "best" in life, but the "most." If it's new and expensive, Sag will take two. She seems not to have a understated bone in her body, let alone a sedate item of clothing in her closet. She is an overt, decided diva, though an often gawdy goddess, if deified she must be.
Sag female is often catapulted into top professional positions, seeming to pole-vault over any and all competition, because, or so say her detractors, she looks the part. What most people fail to recognize is that she has actually put herself there: That giggly little-girl act of hers isn't really an act at all but rather a reaction to her realization that she's the most power-hungry (read: ruthless) broad on the astrological block. Partly because she doesn't want to be seen as a ***** , and partly because she feels bad that she often is one, she pours on the sugar all the more. With a man, especially, she strikes a harmless, even passive pose, subconsciously seeking to counteract her imperialist purposes. She tilts her head when she talks, oohing and aahing in agreement while she listens, her infamously whinnying voice warbling and catching with apparent enthusiasm and excitement. She makes a point of touching a guy when chatting with him, perhaps running her hand reassuringly, or outright flirtatiously, up and down his arm, literally stroking a person while she metaphorically does likewise. In this way, she suggests total availability, an utter presence in the moment, which of course, she hardly ever is. She is spinning further and further into the future, gauging how her current actions and behavior might impact her ambitions, knowing that listening attentively (or seeming to) while looking attractive is how to win friends and influence people. She is obvious, too, in her body language, which often amounts to a fair amount of squirming, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and otherwise projecting an excitable, eager persona. As a nod to her optimistic Jupiter rule, she is the most convincing yes-woman in this business we call life. Never, never, will she shoot an idea down. She always makes others feel that they can do anything they set out to achieve, precisely the kind of appreciative person one wants as a friend, society fund-raiser, chief financial officer, or steady sex partner. One look in the Sagittarian's eyes and all is right with the world— everything seems possible— and that smiling, beguiling radiance blinds a man, not only to any fears he may have, but to any flaws she might possess.
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posted October 11, 2014 08:13 AM
