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MsPrism
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posted June 23, 2013 09:25 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for MsPrism     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
INSTRUCTIONS!

1.) Note the sign your 10th house cusp is in

2.) Note the planets in your 10th House and the signs they rule

3.) Go through this thread, find the sign descriptions for all of those and give them a read. There are two for every sign because they are different depending on your gender

If none match, go ahead and read about your Sun sign placement, your Moon sign placement, any sign placement you want! It's fun to read these kinds of descriptions.
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Hello hello!

I have an interesting topic and I'd like all of your beautiful opinions please!

Now, I have this book called Sextrology: The Astrology of Sex and the Sexes and I have discovered a very odd pattern. It seems that I relate to the description this book gives for my MC and my moon in my MC ruling my IC, when it comes to my early years and sexual style.

For a little info, my moon is in my 10th house of Capricorn ruling my IC in Cancer. I notice that I am exactly like the Cancer description except that instead of being sexually active soon, it was very delayed (Moon in Capricorn!)

A partner of mine had his MC in Virgo and no other planets, he matches the description for Virgo. Another partner has Saturn in the 10th House and the description of Capricorn is exactly like him growing up and sexually!

It's actually really weird, the guy with Saturn in his 10th house cusp in Scorpio, which I read the description for Capricorn man, it actually says "Like his so-called opposite, Cancer man, Cap also has a fetish for women dressed as nubiles, in the whole pigtails and shorty-pajamas regalia." which is one of his biggest fetishes! Yeah I had my eyes buggin' outta my head while I was reading and seeing this pattern repeat itself.

Maybe all of you can even post what a current or future (wink) partner has on his/her MC and we'll see if we can prove this pattern to be true.

This book does every sign for both genders separately, so Cancer woman, Cancer man, Leo woman, Leo man, Gemini woman, Gemini man, etcetera.

I hope I'm not breaking any rules or anything by putting up info from the book but I do think this can lead to further study because we really don't relate the 10th house or planets therein to represent our sexual nature.

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posted June 23, 2013 09:29 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for 11nahyt     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Mc in Sagittarius wih cap Uranus conjunct. Neptune and Saturn in my tenth in Capricorn. My 10th house ruler jupiter (in cancer), is in my forth house . My IC is in Gemini . I want all options lol.

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I have that book too...good read. I forget most of it now lol. Need to pick it up again lol

Aquarius midheaven, venus in 10th house square jupiter & ascendant. You can do all three.

My significant other is an Aries midheaven empty tenth house.

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posted June 23, 2013 09:29 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Lunae     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Hey MsPrism! Can you give mine a try?

Pisces MC, ruler neptune in the 7th. I don't have planets in the 10th but my moon tightly conjuncts the MC (does that still count?)

I'm a female btw

Lookin' forward to it!

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posted June 23, 2013 09:33 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for MsPrism     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Wooops! You guys are fast! Okay I'll start working!

Also I'd like to add that I need to know whether you're female or male and if your SO is female or male. The descriptions are different. If you don't put it, then I'll just put up what I'm guessing your gender is, don't be mad at me!

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posted June 23, 2013 09:34 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for LiesLilithsaidtouranus     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Can i get option 1?
Capricorn mc, neptune conjunct mc by 9th house
10th house uranus conjunct mc
Mars and sun in mc in Aquarius

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posted June 23, 2013 09:40 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for starr33     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Gemini MC

Mercury in Scorp/3rd house

Mercury Quintile Jupiter

Mercury trine Moon

Mercury Semi-square Pluto

Mercury Sesquiquadrate Saturn

Saturn in Cancer/10th house

Jupiter & Uranus trine MC

Moon opposite MC

Venus/Neptune opposite MC

Sun quintile MC

Mars Semi-sextile MC

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posted June 23, 2013 09:46 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for Lioness     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
My MC in Sag, Jupiter in h10.

Option 2

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MC in Cancer
Pluto & Neptune(in Cappy) both quincunx MC
Sun & Chiron trine MC
Mars & Saturn both square MC.

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Pisces sun
Leo/Virgo moon ♥
Air woman. Fire man, made
me a girl who's barely
Piscean...

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quote:
Originally posted by HannieBananie:
MC in Cancer
Pluto & Neptune(in Cappy) both quincunx MC
Sun & Chiron trine MC
Mars & Saturn both square MC.

Moon in the 11th house.



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Pisces sun
Leo/Virgo moon ♥
Air woman. Fire man, made
me a girl who's barely
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posted June 23, 2013 10:46 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for MsPrism     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
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Originally posted by 11nahyt:
Mc in Sagittarius wih cap Uranus conjunct. Neptune and Saturn in my tenth in Capricorn. My 10th house ruler jupiter (in cancer), is in my forth house . My IC is in Gemini . I want all options lol.

Since you have three planets in your 10th house, I'll have to put up three different descriptions and it's possible that you're a mishmash of all three but to keep everyone getting some answers, I'll post one of your planets descriptions first and then go back through to post more later! Tell me if this is partly right, partly wrong, totally wrong or spot on!

Sex+Sexuality for Capricorn Female:

Capricorn isn't the kind of woman to opt for a quick roll in the hay— she must share at least some measure of familiarity with a man. Even if she were to opt for a rare impromptu interlude with, say, some stranger on a train, she would have had to experience an immediate intellectual and, indeed, spiritual connection, such that the whole affair smacked of kismet and not just some sort of sordid exchange. The brain is the only organ about which Cap is a size queen, and it is typically those guys who wear glasses at whom she'll make passes. Such signs of intelligent life, whether real or imagined, pique her curiosity; but should he turn out to be an actual Rhodes scholar, then so much the better. To be sure, there is a certain vanity in Cap's selection of a man, as she believes that she herself would appeal to a "thinking man" far more than a guy with a football for a head. From youth, she has been rather gun-shy of macho guys, all too often having suffered their slings and arrows during her uglier-duckling days, having found solace in a brainy, artsy crowd among whose geekier members she may have inspired crushes. Like her, she hopes, the spotty, bespectacled boys often manage to mature into rather smart-looking artistic types. And so, it is for the brooding would-be Arthur Millers, J. D. Salingers, or Sam Shepards of the world that she generally carries a torch— long, lean, lanky lads with colossal cerebrums. Since youth, she is fascinated by guys with some apparent genius and the potential willingness to realize it. Even when choosing to marry, Cap rarely thinks in terms of whether a man will provide her with financial stability. This stalwart Saturn-ruled logician learns, early on, to furnish herself with any necessary material grounding— looking older than her years, the typical Cap will have started securing paid work for herself (often disguising her age) since before her teens, often socking money away for her highly anticipated foray into living independently, far away from home. She is a firm believer in the human right, indeed the human responsibility, to soar to whatever heights that can be achieved through dedication to one's artistic or scholarly callings. The "necessities" of life (e.g., money) are thus to be used as a means of achieving such ends, not as an end in themselves.

Relationships, like everything the Capricorn undertakes, are shows of active faith. She goes on instinct, sussing out the kind of latent prodigiousness in a man that might, over time, give rise to an extraordinary life— that is, she sees beyond the mundane, into which category she even lumps such luxuries as might make other women drool. (Expensive cars, elegant restaurants, precious jewels, and all such stereotypical shows of wealth can seem wasteful extravagances to the ascetic Cap, who prefers to invest any extra cash in items that enrich her life in more meaningful ways.) Still, sometimes her nonpecuniary expectations of a man are too lofty; or she may confuse creativity with craziness, talent with mere talk. Often, her early partners, though notoriously few and far between, simply cannot live up to the hope she heaps upon them. Indeed, there is always an element of pressure to being Cap's mate as the mountain lady becomes the projected embodiment of a man's own potential, if not his elusive greatness— and the flip side: his inability to live up to such exalted aims. However, it must be said that the Cap woman is often guilty of more than a little projection, or even hypocrisy of her own— she is a tough-lover who urges a man to take on tremendous challenges, but she might not even admit to her own towering hopes and dreams. This dynamic goes a long way in explaining why the zodiac's sleeper can be such a late bloomer: Eventually she applies those same expectations to herself, usually once her partner no longer requires, or desires, her tutelage. It's a hard lesson for Cap to learn as she has been programmed since childhood to play caretaker, particularly to younger siblings. Of course there are those men who look for such mothering, and then those who see it as smothering— ironically, the former scenario ends badly while the latter might provide the Goat with just the right kick in the pants to keep the focus squarely on herself. After all, her best match is a man who is able to achieve all she foresees for him on his own terms, while she steadily unearths and nurtures herself.

Suffice to say, Capricorn doesn't readily appeal to the good-time Charlies of the world. She is a solemn lady who looks at life and relationships as requiring hard work, that is if they're to be ultimately beneficial. Relatively speaking, she is considered something of a moral giant, and as such, most mere mortals feel lacking, even diminished, in her intimate association. Life for this Saturn-ruled creature is one long state of recovery, as she is typically plagued by compulsions, more food than drink, or a certain addiction to spending, which she is forever atoning for with signature monkish intent. Still, when such so-called demons arise, she is notorious for exorcising them forthwith, healing faster than most. The rub, however, is that she expects those in her life to do likewise. Indeed, it is fitting that the New Year falls during the Capricorn period as the female of the sign is continually locked into one Saturnian resolution or another. She exudes austerity even in her pared-down, modest appearance; so much so, at times, you might say Cap woman puts the nun in renunciation. One look at her and a man might feel daunted by this decided bastion of goodness— looking up to her is natural, but living up to her is often nothing short of a nightmare. She is the one and only cardinal-earth sign. Exhibiting a look of Everest, she is the epitomic uphill battle, worth the climb but still posing a real challenge if not a barrier to people, would-be partners in particular. She is like that private club of one, automatically discouraging the rabble-male population from crossing her chilly threshold, while hopefully inviting someone equally self-important to ring her proverbial bell.

Once Capricorn sees a man she wants— an intellectual, spiritual, as well as physical revelation— she keeps her eyes on the prize, eventually securing subtle ways to make him do the pursuing. For no matter how sought after a man is whom she makes the target of her affections, Cap woman will always somehow turn the tables, making her own self seem the more enviable catch. She approaches sexual relationships as she does everything else: She's in it for the long haul, uncannily able to focus her attention on solid objectives, and not willing to entertain anything extraneous along the way. With her high standards in tow, she rarely stops for dillying dalliances with the men she meets en route to securing the successful match she pictures, often since childhood, in her mind's eye. It is little wonder, then, that when Cap makes her long-awaited love connection, she is eager to see it stick. For this reason, it is not unusual for Cap to marry her first boyfriend, often doing so at a relatively tender age, fueled by the feeling that she is more mature, thus ready, than most. As the embodiment of the "preserver" goddess archetype, Capricorn isolates what she perceives as good in a man and meditates, indeed prays, upon it, putting her belief fully in him, building him up to heretofore unimaginable heights. The concept of prayer is itself a quintessentially Capricornian one, as it signifies forward cardinal movement, in the form of active faith, on the spiritual level— the only sort that might move mountains. Cap woman, putting such spiritual stock in the one she loves, becomes a man's rock, his anchor. But seeing only the good in a loved one, she may all too easily underestimate his negative qualities. She isn't so much forgiving as she is oblivious to human frailty— she is continually wiping out her own weaknesses— often having little patience for people who are troubled or otherwise treading a slippery slope. Her holier than-thou attitude may manifest literally in an espousal of a particular faith system, though she is generally saved from relying on organized religion by her infamous pragmatism that dictates she remain, feet firmly planted, on the material plane.

To be fair, Cap woman avoids what she deems negative influences because she perceives herself as being overly susceptible to them. She is predisposed to Saturnian sentiments— sudden, crushing feelings of gloom if not impending doom. (The word tragedy comes from the Greek tragoidia, meaning "goat song.") And so she consciously strives, daily, to transcend the mire in which she might otherwise wallow. This rallying of spiritual forces within her often reads as arrogance, a sense that she is "high" on herself. But in truth, she must keep herself above the status quo— that lofty metaphoric "place" to which she was born— to stave off falling into the kind of depression she was prone to in childhood. So men who represent a run-of-the-mill lifestyle are simply not for her— such relationships she sees as flatliners, those that threaten to make her feel dead inside. In a partnership, she seeks the sublime and is thus drawn to vivid, extraordinary, often eccentric and erratic types with whom life, she imagines, will never be boring. Ironically, she is usually the one imposing relationship ground rules and regulations— the goddess Rhea, it must be remembered, brought "commandments" to the people in the same way as Moses did, and Cap woman mirrors this need to impose restrictions, albeit on these highly intellectual, often extraordinarily talented types— entrepreneurs, scholars, philosophers, actors, playwrights, producers, and the like— to whom she is invariably drawn. Still, laying down the law is really a preventative measure employed by the cautious Cap to avert potential domestic conflict— any such disturbances smack of second-rate mediocrity, and she simply won't have it. After all, she is in search of an uncommon love experience. This also explains why the zodiac's most mindful, indeed traditional, character is famous for taking up with unconventional mates, those so seemingly unlike herself However, such intense men who at first seemed so cool and unusual may soon become cruel and unusual, and Cap learns that living with a guy who goes too much against the societal grain is tantamount to gluttony for punishment, only repeating a childhood pattern she so desperately sought to escape.

Although there may be an element of opportunism in Cap's signature choice of a mate— she may exploit his talent, making his management her career; otherwise, she could copy his creative lifestyle, hoping to become well-known as "the couple who ..."— it is more accurate to say that she educates herself via her relationships. Still, she rarely does so with an older, wiser mentor. Instead, she subconsciously seeks out someone her same age or slightly younger. This is the trade-off: She performs a parental role, as she did in childhood, but at the same time learns how to play, something she never quite had the chance to do, given the restraints of her early years. For this reason, Cap's partner must, above all, be a playmate. Slowly, through recreation and disport, she begins to access her own creativity, which has for so long been stuck. The free-form part of herself, represented by the fishy tail of Cap's Sea-goat symbol, becomes her ultimate resource to draw upon. All her stifled untapped talent that threatened to pull her down into a depression, eventually becomes her most valuable asset, the sustenance she comes to live on, and that which keeps her young, seemingly for aeons. And so the story goes that Capricorn sometimes surpasses her playmate, having that much more determination and pentup inventiveness screaming to be expressed. In this way, she eventually switches roles with her partner whereby he must learn to become that rock upon which she might rely. And the once discouraged, dour duckling does indeed develop into a wonderful, wise, and often wacky swan.

Meanwhile, the creative geniuses Cap generally goes for are drawn to her as well, since at first glance she will not seem to be a competitor, in any sense. To be sure, she is a supportive energy in a man's life, never one to suggest he keep his day job. On the contrary, Cap's notorious shows of faith are contagious, and her mate might soon find himself being paid for talents he once only expressed in obscurity. She is devotedly loyal and deeply loving, expecting perhaps too little in return. Indeed, she is one of the more emotionally low-maintenance females on the astrological wheel— strong and independent, she offers little in the way of head trips, rarely indulging in such girlish role-play as might require excess attention or the showering of gifts. She can, in fact, seem a rather businesslike mate, typically less frivolous even than most men. Capricorn woman isn't comfortable being coddled and cooed— it's not something she ever knew as a child, and any lingering lack of confidence in her femininity only further prohibits it. Having been discouraged from embracing her sexual self as an adolescent, Cap has no real handle on the concept of feminine wiles. Flirting, especially, is not her forte. She is too essentially honest to engage in such frothy, phony behavior, often not dating until her twenties, sometimes taking as long to lose her virginity. This could explain why so many Caps date younger men, and sometimes ones who are considerably so, especially later in life— she wants to get a taste of sexually peaking boys if only to see what she was missing. The unmarried Cap woman, and there are many of them, often take up exclusively with these callow fellows as they provide pleasure but allow her to maintain psychological control as well as her solitary lifestyle. In general, she is less intimidated by younger men, giving rise to sexual "teacher" fantasies particular to the academic Cap. Besides, she just likes all that locked-in freshness the odd college freshman has to offer.

In sharp contrast to her astrological neighbor Sagittarius woman, the most obvious flirt on the astrological wheel, Cap is wary of overt public displays, even when in a relationship, choosing to keep her private life exactly that. She isn't looking for intrigue from a bond, but a solid working arrangement that can serve as a backdrop for all she seeks to accomplish as an individual. Her relationships of the sizzling sort, and sex is rarely the main motivation for forming a partnership in the first place. She is a fairly conservative sexual character when it comes to her erotic regimen, viewing the intimacy that sex provides as a source of safety and comfort far more than as an acrobatic workout or psychological journey. Still, sex for our Marian the Librarian is something of a big deal, as she probably came to it relatively late in life. Freeing her libido often requires as much coaxing as it took to tap her creative spirit— sex, the literal act of creation, and artistic expression are locked, if not blocked, into the same "place" in the Cap's emotional cloakroom. Patience on the part of her lover will therefore be the ultimate virtue. Needless to say, her sex appeal is anything but superficial, and it takes a certain kind of man to withstand the necessarily slow freeing of Cap's carnal appetite— there is simply no rushing the Goat girl's lust. She is intent on setting the pace and must sense no hidden agenda in bed.

It might come as some surprise that Cap isn't specifically marriage-minded: The whole idea of being legally bound to another individual seems a rather specious notion to her, one that conflicts with her inherent philosophy: that we are all essentially alone— born alone, die alone— and should it come to any legal entanglements, she'd just as soon be left alone. The loss of control that marriage signals frightens her, particularly when she is involved with an erratic genius; she doesn't much fancy the notion of being left holding the bag. Sexually, too, she doesn't adhere to a belief in "wifely duties," rarely being one who'll switch on autopilot just because her mate expects it of her. There is no coercing or even cajoling Cap into doing anything, especially in the bedroom. All a guy has to do is apply even the slightest pressure— his hands on her head, for instance— and all sexual bets will instantly be off. For that reason, too, anal sex tends to be a definite no-no— the act smacks of feminine submission— whereas doing it doggie style might satisfy that same urge in her man while hitting all the right spots for Cap as well— not to mention allowing for free clitoral manipulation by either herself or her lover. She is not experimental by nature, preferring to stick to the same well-loved, reliable routine, even in the same order, so she knows what to look forward to next. Nowhere do we see Cap's need for control as fiercely as in the bedroom. To her credit, she doesn't require a lot of bells and whistles to make sex special, rather she prefers to achieve a certain greatness by sticking to her usual path. Sex is not a jaded affair for the Goat girl, and as cliché as it sounds, for her each time feels like the first time. This is another reason why she likes bedding those considerably younger guys— she shares the sense of newness that is naturally felt by guys still sexually wet behind the ears. When with an older partner, an unjaded exuberance must still be a relationship keynote, particularly palpable between the sheets. Cap finds the very anticipation of sex as exciting, if not more so, than the nitty-grittiness of the act itself, and the man who needs ever increasing stimuli will not be long for her world. She will always be as wide-eyed as a schoolgirl, forming endless crushes on men, if not those barely out of boyhood, letting her mind wander through all the romantic, intriguing possibilities that could serendipitously occur.

The wildest thing about Capricorn woman is her love of fantasy, and especially the idea of covert sexual activity. She invents dream lovers in her waking hours, possibly fantasizing during a masturbatory moment over the landscaper, her mechanic, or the FedEx guy. As pornlike as it may sound, she enjoys interaction with men in the service industries whose job it is to be polite while doing her bidding. She might offer such a worker a cup of coffee or enter into a jovial chat that could be considered out of character by those who know her as a discerning, somewhat terse individual. But caught unawares, Cap would surprise her closest intimates. She also often has a "real" dream lover as well; that is, a figure who regularly factors into her nightly revelries and with whom she shares in a recurring sexual theme, often climaxing in actuality, which can give the flesh-and-blood mate lying next to her something of a jolt. What she experiences in her subconscious affairs is lovemaking with an insatiable and indefatigable sort, mirroring what she truly desires in her waking life. She may be rigid, but Capricorn is anything but frigid. However, because sexual requirements don't top her list for a loving partnership, it can be hit-or-miss for her in the nooky department. Eventually, as with everything, Cap will realize the importance of sexual satisfaction in her life, and if her man isn't quite cutting the mustard, she may look elsewhere for that particular brand of satisfaction. Enter the tireless twentysomething guy, as well as her need to be free of a marriage contract. Cap woman may see no conflict between satisfying her sexual needs elsewhere while still devoting her emotional self fully to a primary relationship. When it comes to love, her heart is forever in the right place; but if other parts of her aren't being used to full capacity, Cap might fill that particular hole with another more willing and able to help. Her attitude is sophisticated: Sex is an isolated experience, something she simply wants done, and done right. It might matter little that she's in love with one man who falls short of pleasing her while she employs a lover who will take her to such sexual heights as can be had, most often, via the straightforward act of intercourse. Still, she's not a big believer in unbridled passion as it seems all too precarious a "place" to go; she is, after all, most concerned with taking Saturn-ruled responsibility, if even for her own rapture. She may even try to restrain her partner's more ebullient expressions— indeed, if any woman were to emit the librarian's cautioning shhhhing during sex, it would be our comme il faut Cap. There is a very practical application, in fact, for Cap's reasoning that it is best to contain oneself, even during sex. She finds, in so doing, a further building up of her own excitement. Chances are, given her slow-climbing nature, that the Cap woman orgasms at a higher level than most, perpetually staving off the temptation to pop her cork until such time as it is impossible to stop. Talk about your transformative experiences. By surpressing her pleasure, Cap seeks to enhance the purity of the experience. For this ability, too, she thanks her lucky stars she's a woman, as, all too often, she witnesses a man's inability to pace himself and prolong the ecstasy of the sexual act. Hastiness is what she most dislikes in people, whether it's rushing into friendships or to conclusions, and she judges men most guilty of this.

Capricorn tends to have more respect for women than she does for men. In general, she may relate better to the opposite sex, but when she happens upon a woman who transcends hackneyed societal role-playing, whether as a heroine— musician, politician, author, artist— or someone in her own life, Cap is completely in awe. She is often pleasantly surprised to find that so many of these strong females she emulates, those who take their place in an otherwise exclusively male world, are themselves born under her sign. Ava Gardner, Marlene Dietrich, Berthe Morisot, Simone de Beauvoir, Janis Joplin, Zora Neale Hurston, Clara Barton, Eva Le Gallienne, Patti Smith, and Dian Fossey are all such Goats who strike that particular chord in Capricorn, and it is for such strong women that she invariably forms a crush. However, when it comes to actual lesbian experiences, she tends to be attracted to pretty young girls (just as she is to pretty young boys) whom she hopes might regard her in that same exalted fashion. Still, Cap lives in a fairly black-and-white world, and one finds few bisexuals among her order. She is inherently too decisive to fence-sit in any respect, and though straight Cap can have her female crushes, and the gay Goat might fancy the occasional man, Cap doesn't let herself frolic in the gray area— blurring is anathema to this border-conscious lady.

Though she rarely casts herself in the butch role, she will nonetheless be the one wearing the pants in a same-sex relationship. Living even more for herself than her straight counterpart, she embraces her solitude, keeping herself elevated and ever so out of reach from a lover. In gay bonds, she plays a parent/ teacher role to the hilt, demanding attention and obedience in equal measure. At the same time, she encourages her lover to be her own woman, to strike out solo, except, that is, when it comes to extracurricular affairs. Cap woman, regardless of sexual preference, is hard-pressed to sit down and analyze the inner workings of a partnership— she shows love rather than professes it, and she requires a lover who is self-sufficient and confident enough to forgo such indulgences. In a brilliant stroke of narcissism, Cap woman is often attracted to younger, more exotic, or foreign, versions of herself. Even the straight Goat has her fantasies about these types of women who catch her eye: mirror images who might have enjoyed a more cultured upbringing than she. Call it jealousy, projection, transference, whatever; but this feeling of longing for a life Cap never led is often what draws her to the callow clones who she feels benefited in ways she never did. They both intimidate and turn her on, and by taking up with such a woman, Cap gains the sense of recapturing a part of herself, the careworn, humble Rhea embracing her youthful, more imperious Hera aspect as embodied in a lover. In short, there's no use telling the gay Cap to go **** herself, she's way ahead of you there.

Despite the mixture of love and envy Cap feels for the sultry beauties with whom she invariably bonds, she will still need to be the one catered to in bed. She yearns to be pleased soothingly and deliberately, wanting a lover to take her time, particularly in her oral practices, as she lies back and luxuriates in sensation. She doesn't go in for any rough stuff or urgent expressions— all must be a continual, relaxed flow. Sexy lingerie gets her juices flowing, on herself as well as a lover, and she enjoys prolonged tactile stimulation, running her fingers lightly over a lover's body, lingering in all the right places, as her lover does likewise. Dildos are de rigueur, but generally employed by her mate slowly and at the appointed time, in combination with other means toward Cap's arousal. She is rarely inclined to return the favor, however, just as she isn't overly giving with oral sex, typically willing to comply when asked but otherwise not jumping at the chance. Simply put, she'd rather somebody else did it. Indeed, though Cap won't tolerate her girlfriend going behind her back for sex outside the relationship, she is happier than most to mix a third into the proceedings, particularly someone who can please her lover the way her lover pleases her. Watching, in any case, is a big turn-on for the Cap, but she particularly enjoys the sensation of holding, hugging, and kissing her partner while a third party is providing most of the entertainment. As a twosome, Cap and her lover are rather high on themselves, feeling they're the envy of the entire lesbian population. The Goat gloats over such primo-***** status, whether it be real or imagined, and sometimes she can't help but literally rub other women's noses in it.


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posted June 23, 2013 10:52 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for 11nahyt     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Wow! That's alot of info! Thanks. Going to read it now and let you know, I have a question though, shouldn't you have given me the sagittarius descriptions instead? since my mc is in sag? Or is it that the book only focuses on the 10th house being the Capricorn house?

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Originally posted by 11nahyt:
Wow! That's alot of info! Thanks. Going to read it now and let you know, I have a question though, shouldn't you have given me the sagittarius descriptions instead? since my mc is in sag? Or is it that the book only focuses on the 10th house being the Capricorn house?

I will be putting up the Sagittarius description but the pattern has worked by what planets are in the 10th House. I have a 10th House Moon and I am like the Cancer Female description. The only time it seems to work for the MC Sign is when there are no planets in the 10th House.

In my first post, the second partner I mentioned had a Scorpio MC but Saturn sat in his 10th House. He matched the Capricorn Male description perfectly!

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I have that book too...good read. I forget most of it now lol. Need to pick it up again lol

Aquarius midheaven, venus in 10th house


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Alrighty, so you have Venus singly in the 10th. That means that you'll either be like Taurus or Libra (if this pattern continues), I'll put Taurus first and since you didn't pick an option, I'll just paste the Sex and Sexuality since that's the topic! I'll put Libra soon! Your SO is easier with nothing on the MC, I'll put Male Aries assuming your SO is male.

Sex + Sexuality Female Taurus

From the time she's very young, Taurus longs for a traditional, old-fashioned relationship in which men and women play customary fairy-tale roles. And though, as she progresses to maturity, she'll learn to amend this pat stance, she is naturally cynical about heterosexual bonds, believing they can only function well in this cookie-cutter fashion. For any misery her parents suffered, she blames her mother and pities her father, just as her archetypal Io may have felt sorry for Zeus for having such a ball-busting mate. However, what Taurus, like Io, mightn't realize is that her own mother, in being so characteristically hard on her, might be trying to head off at the pass Taurus's mistakes with men. The myth itself isn't so much about Hera's catching Zeus as it is about the goddess— who was, incidentally, referred to as "the cow-eyed"— saving Io, indeed the maiden aspect of herself, from the lecherous power of a self-styled omnipotent man; for, in so doing, she makes Io her pet and pupil, whipping her ass into having more respect for her own womankind. Taurus's mother has a similarly uphill battle. As the most feminine of the zodiac's females, the Bull is designed to be receptive, even submissive, in relationships and, indeed, as regards actual sex with men. But along with her label as the sign of sexual response goes a heap of responsibility: In being too open and available, the ideal dolly, she might give women a bad name.

In proving herself the opposite of her domineering mom, the Bull girl hooks up with typically older, popular guys early on, those with whom she feels valued in the public eye of her peers. In some instances, Taurus's love story might end there, as she, more than any other female sign, often marries her childhood or high school sweetheart. Still, despite the noble intentions she might inspire in a boy, it is generally not her brain most guys will be after. Plucked, perfumed, and prettified to perfection, the Taurean treat looks good enough to eat. What piques a boy's interest, too, is her combination of obvious femininity and 2nd House power: Even when a slip of a girl, a veritable Audrey Hepburn type, she will still look sturdy, her weighty neck and legs preventing her from ever appearing too demure or delicate a flower. Besides which, she has a forceful and spunky attitude; she's no withering wallflower to be sure— indeed, she may already exhibit her mother's domineering spirit despite attempts to subdue it. Boys see what amounts to her bull energy and decide she's not so unbreakable that they couldn't take her for a right tumble in the hay. In truth, young Taurus's sex drive is as strong as any adolescent boy's, and she's designed for some fairly heavy sexcapades. But what the pretty young Bull mightn't realize, in her zeal to play house, is that she could be confusing love with an urge for sex. Usually, one advises girls the other way around— not to confuse sex with a need for love; but for the Taurus, the opposite tends to be true. She is astrologically engineered, first and foremost, for physical union as befits her status as the Venus-ruled earth nymph. Feeling the ultrafeminine force of her sign ever since she can remember, she's long perfected playing dress-up— acting the ideal woman— and now, with the onset of hormones coursing through her body, she immediately feels herself ready to play house. She mistakes her surfacing sexual urges for a call to matrimony, or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Why do so many Taureans marry their childhood sweethearts? Often because they're barely out of high school when they do so. But the success rate of long-lasting marital bliss is dodgy. The moral of the Io myth, cautioning against being one more notch in some power-monger's bedpost, isn't designed to teach the Cowgirl not to give away the farm; rather it's meant to instill the belief that women have the power, and it's she who can thus whittle a tally on her own bedpost. Deeper study of the myths reveals that Io was no virgin. She was a nymph who did what nymphs do, having many lovers. Zeus was just one in a string. Her crime wasn't in taking Zeus as a prize, but that he already belonged in Hera's box of Cracker Jack. Our vision of nymphs bolting from pursuing gods and heroes isn't about protecting their maidenhood but rather not wanting to be subdued by male tyranny. They were already getting it off with every satyr roaming the woods. Hera mightn't so much have been protecting the sanctity of her own marriage as helping Io to escape the tyranny of a similar bond. But, Taurus thinks to herself, I don't want to top a man the way mom did, not being one to wear the pants as, say, the Aries women of the world, as the female embodiment of the Masculine Principle, are wont to do. What Taurus, aligned with the Feminine Principle, will eventually realize is that she can run the show while still remaining on her back. But, like Io, she generally learns the hard way.

Being materially minded, Taurus is anxious to get on with adult life and start ticking off items on her infamous acquisition list. This is another reason for Ms. "I have" to start playing house sooner than later, as she feels that she and a young mate should get while the getting's good. To boot, in a rush to get out from her mother's thumb, she may leap before looking into a live-in relationship and end up with a "lesser" man than she bargained for, if not one in a long line of trolls— enter the symbolism of Snow White's dwarfs. Sure, these mini-men might be money-oriented, whistling off to work to mine the world for 2nd House riches, but look what she's got to deal with: all those seven vices men are apt to let surface once a woman agrees to play house, if not clean up after them. If she's not coping with a hypochondriac, she could be suffering some know-it-all, a dope, an agoraphobic, a manic, a depressive, or a rage addict. Best thing that witch ever did was slip Snow the apple— for she finally woke up and saw all she wanted was a prince, minus the complicated, deadly boring sins. (Hera, of course, possessed magical apple orchards and often showed up in the guise of an old crone to teach some bimbo or another a lesson.) If only this reaction were so automatic for all Taureans. In her early years, she too often focuses strictly on would-be sheikh-shopping— no other woman needs to be shown the money the way she does— which invites men whose preoccupation with materialism might preclude a wholesome morality, not to mention simple human kindness. At the same time she wants a man who'll play Ken to her ever-loving Barbie. Indeed, she thrives in relationships with men just her own age, those with whom she can grow old rocking by the fire. Even when a famous citizen of the world, the Bull girl usually attaches herself to a handsome hottie, if not a compliant himbo, with whom she can walk through life as she once surfed the halls of high school with a main squeeze, hands lodged into each other's back pocket. In the end, relationships, sex, and all things couple-y should be a decidedly simple affair, no more complicated than it was back in the day when she locked lips at her locker. Her particular challenge, when it comes to love, then, is striking a balance between her need for that eternal boyfriend, an equally sweet and synergistic Adam to her Eve, and her desire for wealth and the power she believes that money buys. In truth, she is not just Snow White in that saga but— mirror, mirror— she's potentially that vain and greedy old witch as well. If she's lucky, as most Taurean women are, blessed by fortune-bringing Venus, called the "lower benetific" in the zodiac, astrology's Gidget will live happily ever after with her Moondoogie, je m'appelle Barbie avec her Ken, and still manage, in extending all analogies, to pay for their Malibu dream house in cash.

Meanwhile the problem is often not being able to separate Venus-propelled love from 2nd House possessions should they not be combined into a tall, dark, and handsome package. The color associated with Taurus being green, our little Cowgirl typical puts "lettuce" first on her notorious shopping list for ingredients in a mate. Again, just as she can't separate material value from the moral or even spiritual brand, her motivation for 2nd House comfort sees her assuming that a man who shares her want of financial security will also be inclined, as she is, to be emotionally warm and fuzzy. (Sound of loud game-show buzzer.) It's not easy scoring a bigwig who also indulges in back rubs and backyard barbecues. Still, if anyone's going to find him, Taurus woman will. And once faced with someone she's labeled a suitable candidate, she'll leave nothing to chance. After all, Taurus is playing for keeps, and like her male counterpart, she doesn't like to spin her wheels or waste energy on faulty attempts at love. Inevitably, she blunders on the first few tries, falling for guys who only feign to share her passions-again, that faulty depth perception— making the Bull a real sucker for the old cape trick: Olé! Then again, in targeting a potential partner, her notorious dolling-up might strike certain men as startlingly superficial— unable to see through to the "real face" underneath, such a mensch might label her a bit of a bullshitter. Still, more times than not, Taurus woman's attention to detailing sees her falling under the heading of a man's ideal.

Love is generally a win-win situation for Taurus. If she's lucky enough to score a well-heeled mate who's also not a heel, all is right with the world. If she goes for the bucks and bags a baddy, she'll sooner bolt than keep unhappiness bottled up. If she happens to fall for a down-on-his-luck dreamboat, she'll learn in a flash that, when push comes to shove, love will win out over money— it might not be the method of her mind, but it certainly is the modus of her heart— and though she'll be a nervous wreck about it, she'd never kick Ken out for making peanuts, or, for that matter, eating crackers in bed. Enter the fairy-tale bit that Taurus longs for throughout her life story: Our Bully, herself, is quite the little money magnet once she stops trying to grab from the universe and lets abundance flow in. The girl can't help it: practically every time she turns around the universe goes ch-king— it's her astrological birthright. So, before she knows it, that blessed Venus energy coursing through the 2nd House starts working its financial wizardry. As if Taurus woman didn't have enough self-confidence. Though her planetary ruler makes her nearly obsessive about romantic union, it is most often her solo talents, something toward which she is uncharacteristically humble, that payoff the biggest. Those hobbies and interests she procured in her youth in hopes of making herself more valuable a human being are ironically where Taurus places the least monetary expectation but often see her becoming, as is befitting, the biggest cash cow on the astrological block. Let this be a lesson to all Tauruses with natural talent— cultivate your gifts and mighty forces, even financial ones, will conspire to help you.

Meanwhile, bully for the boyfriend. In truth, more Taurus-female relationships entail business partnership with a mate, exactly how the sign's love and money aspects are meant to go together. Often, Ken manages or produces Barbie's talents or otherwise shares in a mutual enterprise where she finally sees herself, as the zodiac's treasure, being cherished and tended to. Less often it's the other way around, with Taurus as the anchor, the proverbial woman behind the man. Either way, Taurus will take a "family business" approach to whichever of their individual endeavors looks to be the most bankable at any given time, pooling resources to optimize chances for success and ensure as bullish a household economy as can be. She prefers all facets of their partnership to remain private and self-sustaining. There should never be a need for outside influences. This, of course, extends to the bedroom, where, if the Taurus can't fulfill even the tallest erotic order, indeed no woman can.

Of all the possible milieus in which to mingle, Taurus woman is most in her element in bed— unabashedly lusty and instinctual, her sexuality is unencumbered by psychological bells and whistles. Like her Taurus brother, her brain doesn't function as a sexual organ; her interaction with a lover remaining purely sensual. She is enlivened by a man's desire to be pleased, ready and eager to entertain his every request and make a few of her own. This girl lives up to her assignation as the zodiac's earthy nymph, like those mythic nubiles, seemingly designed for the taking, not to mention possessing if just a tiny dose of their namesake mania. As the sign of sexual response, Taurus is an exceedingly reactive recipient in the bedroom— though generally not in any other room in the house as she likes sex in a sanctified boudoir setting— getting off on playing a traditional female role, particularly in her choice of sexual positions. She is decidedly a real bottom girl, of all the female signs, the most strictly passive. Hungrily, and most audibly, she invites a man into whichever nook and cranny achingly begs for penetration. In her exaggerated penchant to please a man orally, one might suspect she has an extra G-spot lodged somewhere in that Taurean-ruled throat. She is a temple harlot come to life, programmed to receive a man as some sacred prince or sacrificial priest, her very being a glorious gateway to divine ecstasy where there is no division between the sublime and sinful aspects of getting it on. She is that archetypal Eve, remember, who has no concept of a dualistic division between sexual rights and wrongs.

Taurus takes the exploration of her femininity to near fetishistic heights, organically falling into role-playas striptease artist, geisha, or even expert call girl, without any forethought or shade of irony. To her mind, she's simply expressing herself, tapping into natural sexual proclivities. This is perhaps the most enviable aspect of the Taurean sexual persona: She easily accesses her primal erotic self, guilelessly giving herself over to a man's more dominant urges. Sex isn't something to engage in lightly or to participate in slightly— for Taurus it requires complete surrender, which in turn culminates in a kind of transcendent ecstatic state. This is rarely had by assuming control or taking an assertive position in the sack à la Aries woman. Taurus is the literal flip side of that sign that precedes hers and thus requires to be thoroughly worked over by a man. She doesn't want to be ransacked, however, in any way, shape, or form. Rather she craves a slow, sensual, systematic detailing of her entire being, the bulk of her sexual excitement stemming from utter acquiescence to a man's exploration and domination of her, executed sweetly but deeply. The Bull girl really appreciates a bit of beefcake, particularly if it extends to her eternal boyfriend's bits and pieces. For her it's both the meat and the motion. And if anything could dispel her wide-eyed, unquestioning view of a mate— and fast— it's a failure to sufficiently deliver such goods.

The simple truth is that Taurus will rarely commit to a guy for the long run unless he's stellar in the sack. Money, looks, sense of humor— all such other bulleted points on her checklist go right out the window if her man lacks in the lovemaking department. If Taurus does enter a relationship with, say, that aforementioned childhood sweetheart, she may have nothing to compare her guy to, gaining an ever sneaking suspicion that she's missing out on something. Taurus may want to explore her options, curious as to what might be dangling in the trousers of each potential Mr. Big she meets. Taurus is not promiscuous; she'd find that word offensive and sexist as it is rarely applied to men. Though she looks, she's not inclined to touch, at least not indiscriminately. If she does marry young, for instance, or if she is not being sexually satisfied to the extent she senses she could be, she may act upon a select situation, not actively looking but open to the possibility that a certain someone might come along who triggers her hormonal instincts in such a way as to dispel all doubts. She doesn't institute a blanket "open marriage" situation per se, but she will honestly express her need to expand her horizons if and when she feels that doing so is part and parcel of her own development, sexual or otherwise. Taurus isn't one to sneak behind a partner's back. And making so bold a move is rarely a result of her nymph archetype running rampant in her psyche, rather it's an integral part of cultivating a deeper understanding of herself as a woman. Sex, in and of itself, holds little fascination for the Taurus— it is, however, often a vital component of her all-important journey of feminine self-discovery, a means of giving voice to her individual expression, singing the song of herself. Her own sexuality is a source of liberation for the pastoral Taurus, who, when coming upon societal conflict with her own personal instincts and desires, will always follow what she maintains to be a natural inclination. If, though in a relationship, she has a hankering for a hunk who's not her boyfriend or husband, that must be right because she feels it. It's another instance where Taurus might raise the ire of other women, for whether the man Taurus fancies is taken or not will typically be of little consequence— she thinks about what is right for her, not what is wrong to her fellow women, falling into that All About Taurus pattern at its least circumspect. The earthy nymph operates via her very human sexual responses, and just so long as she accepts the Hera-imparted responsibility of her actions, she will trust that her personal path is the right one, regardless of the consequences. It could be a deal-breaker for her cuckolded Ken, who might have avoided such developments, perhaps, if he were more anatomically correct; but Taurus is never one to regret. All experience is valuable to her.

Of course, meeting her sexual match in a mate would make Taurus's life far less messy— maybe if Adam had been more attentive, Eve wouldn't have been open to the seduction of the snake. Though never commanding, Taurus is nonetheless the most demanding of dames in the bedroom. meeting her sexual match in a mate would make Taurus's life far less messy— maybe if Adam had been more attentive, Eve wouldn't have been open to the seduction of the snake. Though never commanding, Taurus is nonetheless the most demanding of dames in the bedroom. Her fantasy life is especially steeped in thoughts of submission and might even border on acts many other women would label demeaning. As a bachelorette, she may outright serial-date for the very purpose of sampling the smorgasbord of men, reviewing their potential, practically meeting them at the door with a clipboard. Variety might spice up life for a while, but it isn't something that sustains her. The hands-down lookist of the zodiac, she is a sucker for fresh-faced family scions and frat boys, thrilled as much by the element of male society as she is by the individual fellow: Indeed, her fantasy life might include being "taken" by two flush( ed) studs at once— she certainly can be more girl than one guy can handle. But even when this remains a glint in her infamous cow eyes, she will get off on flirting with a group of male friends, playfully pitting them against each other, enjoying the sensual delight if not the palpable whiff of hormones that her pointed coquetry might stir up. In signature style, of course, she does so candidly, her camaraderie being up-front and honest with nary the **** -tease about it. In fact, she is often a sort of female mascot to men, if not the spotlit diva with her male dancers in the background. The image of Shirley MacLaine comes to mind as the only lady to infiltrate the infamous all-male Rat Pack. As this sort of female presence, neither slaughter girl being passed around, nor just one of the guys, the Taurus is capable of meeting men on her own über-feminine terms. She seeks their same privileges, especially that of sexual freedom, but she does so from the unmistakable perspective of oh so enjoying being a girl.

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Originally posted by MsPrism:
I will be putting up the Sagittarius description but the pattern has worked by what planets are in the 10th House. I have a 10th House Moon and I am like the Cancer Female description. The only time it seems to work for the MC Sign is when there are no planets in the 10th House.

In my first post, the second partner I mentioned had a Scorpio MC but Saturn sat in his 10th House. He matched the Capricorn Male description perfectly!

Gotcha.... also, Don't bother with giving my the rest of the descriptions. The amount of info you've provided for me, is soo much, that asking you to give me more, is too much for me to ask for .... I'm gonna try and find this book online or something.seems very interesting from what I've seen so far, thank you so much for the long detailed description!

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Woh guys, this is kind of revealing haha, hope everyone's okay with a bit of show and tell!

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My significant other is an Aries midheaven empty tenth house.

Cappy1277's SO

Sex + Sexuality Male Aries

Being so fascinated with himself, Aries man is thus acutely aware of, and indeed almost fetishistic about, not only his own masculinity, but the male condition in general. An artist like Matthew Barney could only be an Aries, engrossed as he is in the theme of his own manly body and athleticism, as well as sexual differentiation from females. His masterwork, The Cremaster Cycle, is named for the cremaster muscle, which controls the rise and fall of the testicles, its initial usage in the fetal stage being part and parcel of the delineation of the masculine gender. Indeed, just as Aries can't help but be obsessed by what defines him as said male Homo sapiens, he is likewise intrigued by that which stands in sharp contrast to his most human condition. There are two antonyms to man that become preoccupations for the Aries: woman and beast. And his relation to these entities, taken both separately and together, becomes the major theme in the self-exploration that characterizes the whole of Aries man's life. On one hand, all but lacking the proverbial feminine side other male signs are wont to get in touch with to varying degrees, Aries nonetheless strives to relate to females as best he can. On the other hand, he is all too aware of what animal forces rage inside him and thus seeks to divorce himself as he might from what he considers beastly. And these opposite-pulling forces— outwardly seeking to relate to the opposite sex to which he is so naturally attracted while trying to sever the animal nature he senses bucking and rutting inside him— go hand in hand in one heady dynamic: Let's call it Quixotemania.

From early adolescence, Aries will have begun to despise his own bullying, isolating it as his beast within, trying to rise above it. So commences a burgeoning fixation on virtue, his approach to life, and specifically sexual relationships, becoming quixotic. Cervantes's windmill-whacking warrior, Don Quixote— from whom comes this term meaning "extravagantly chivalrous," and the inspiration for The Man of La Mancha's aptly titled theme, "Impossible Dream"— is the quintessential Ram male character, albeit at his most delusional. Herein we see Aries's need to "die to his animal nature," as the Buddha did in achieving enlightenment, and his desire to appeal to women, as he will, via a cultivated heroic nature. The valor he develops to appeal to women is often, ironically, chauvinistic at its core, incorporating the notion that females are fragile, which is, we thinks, a by-product of the man doth protesting too much against his nature— a highlight of urging his inner Gallant to kick his inner Goofus's ass. Childhood fuels this engine as well: His mother had instilled in him the perception that he was better than other boys, a specious notion that contributes to his seeing himself as the best the male species has to offer. Still, his mommy's domineering attitude determines that he'll only be attracted to women who are completely unlike her, meaning demure damsels who are, more often than not, in distress. Confusing his mother's overcontrol with feminine strength, it will be one of Aries's particular challenges in life to learn that women can be powerful without being emasculating. Mothers of Aries boys may also heap misguided romantic love on their sons, a transference of that with which they couldn't reach their detached husbands. As a result, while many men suffer some form of impotence later in life, Aries has trouble retaining erections in boyhood, no doubt due to his potential excess of oedipal stresses. Thus, growing up, Aries man emulates his distant overachiever dad, already beginning to chase needy little-lady types. As well, Aries starts to immerse himself in all things male— enter that masculinity fetish— which can also be a departure point for identifying himself as homosexual, if that is his inclination. He might be the consummate jock or fitness freak whose room is strewn, throughout his lifetime, with athletic gear, vitamins, and men's health magazines; he may be fascinated by all things military and surround himself with war paraphernalia, souvenirs, and actual weaponry; he could be a boxing, car-racing, or smash-up-derby fanatic. Whatever the specifics, Aries becomes obsessed, early on, with male societal roles with nary an interest in their female counterparts. He can't idolize a woman nonsexually— he can barely recognize one from a platonic perspective. A woman can't so much as break from her grooming or utter the odd dirty word without inviting a cold stare.

Aries is the most assertive and ambitious of all males, and the whole of his sexual being depends, first and foremost, upon the physical pursuit of his passions. Like that ram who'll head-butt every rival for a mate right out of the running, the same primal needs are at work in this virile guy: to woo and win as prize a female as possible. Being one of the pickiest men in the zodiac, this is no simple task. He expects a woman to fulfill the idealized requirements of a perfect partner as is foretold in his self-mythologizing imagination. Like Adam, he awaits the miraculous appearance of his Eve, someone heaven-sent (like himself) who is preordained to obey the mandates of his self-professed destiny. She should be the picture of perfection— thin, pretty, if not a tad prim— a trophy who will serve as physical proof of reward for his privileged prowess. And he will demand worship from her in the same way Eve is meant to regard Adam— as a god. For the Aries guy has difficulty perceiving his chosen female as anything more than a part of himself— just as Eve was formed from Adam's rib, he can't but view such bonds from any other angle than his own. Indeed, his partner's attributes will be a direct reflection of his very self. Aries's association with the zodiacal 1st House of physicality means the formal packaging and appearance of both himself and other persons will, by astrological decree, be of paramount importance. More readily than most men, Aries will pursue a relationship based solely on appearances— the look can be everything. Empathy for a woman's inner workings, it must be said, is anathema to him. What tops his list of concerns, far more than any thought of a woman's emotional or intellectual content, is the warm form a prospective partner takes— at least initially. To his mind, it would be a cataclysmic crime against God or nature or whatever to settle for any less ideal a partner than is his right to bed and/ or betroth— that special someone whom he's been convinced, since boyhood, he'll recognize the very miraculous moment she appears. This best explains why Aries guy tends to fall in love at first sight: He waits all his life for that bell to go off in his head, and so he needn't hesitate or second-guess when it does.

The self-mythologizing that Aries invariably falls prey to begins when he's very young, engulfed as he is by an interest in masculine role-playing, indulging in imaginary superhero games far more than any other males his age. Typically not a team player, he will embrace more one-on-one competitive sports— unless he's the star quarterback or in a similarly singled-out position. Taking a signature interest in martial arts, Aries seeks an outlet for his naturally emerging sexual aggression while cultivating a spiritual calm. Not big on masturbation (for moral reasons, as well as for fear, albeit subconsciously, of "spiritual" depletion), he would rather overtire himself with athletic pursuits, the modern equivalent of Lancelot's medieval war games, until scoring a desired live partner. And although he may start dating those distressed princesses as early as junior high school, undercutting his erotic needs by playing the noble-prince role to the hilt, bawdy and booby babes will nonetheless incite some action in the cremaster zone. He tries to resist, not wishing to appear too Neanderthal; turning his attention even more vigilantly toward the delicate, nearly fragile women who fit the bill of "noble reward" for all his self-purging and purification— indeed such women are emblematic of what (he wants the world to know) are his ideals in life— he certainly doesn't wish the rest of us to see his animal nature reflected back on him via the sexy slags that really rock his hormonal world. Of course, in preserving this immaculate vision of a woman, he vows to keep his pedestaled princess pristine— many Aries guys, in extreme quixotic expression, will even make a chastity pact until marriage. Otherwise his bethrothed may risk toppling in his estimation, even though he'd be the one kicking the podium out from under her. It can border on pathology: Many Aries men are loath to admit they may absolutely lose interest in a woman once having had sex with her. Ironically, women who turn him down turn him on the most, inspiring, indeed preserving, his thrill at the chase. Pulling out all chivalrous stops, he'll persevere until he gets to yes or is slapped with a restraining order, whatever comes first.

Meanwhile, his infamous vigil-taking is due to Aries's unusually urgent sex drive, his need to relieve his lance a lot more than any other male sign in the zodiac. And more times than not, his body's insurgent rebellion against his more valiant intentions will carry the day, his pent-up Mars energy driving him in search of sex with no entangling alliances. What to do if you can't drop your fantastical notion of being paired with an eternal virgin? Find no-strings booty. One way or another, Aries objectifies women. If they're not princesses on a pedestal, they are playthings to plow. There must be some reason why Aries has earned a reputation for being rough in bed— for it is rarely a rumor being spread around by his dainty wife or girlfriend. Aries engaging in pure sex, without love, is more than eager to take off the kid gloves and demonstrate, in no uncertain terms, why his is called the sign of the Ram. He's more exceedingly brusque in bed with a female **** buddy than most fellows simply because he's that much more pent-up. Actually, the more Clark Kentish he is on the street, the more made of steel he'll be in the sack. Luckily, some ladies appreciate healthy sexual aggression, and a bit of nipping and biting back on her part will only act as an everlasting aphrodisiac on our Aries guy. So long as a partner is equally excited by some harmless roughhousing, all will be right with the world. Of course, for our semi-if not grand-delusional Quixote, it will be back to chasing windmills first thing in the morning. Hopefully, Aries will discover, sooner rather than later, that the split he makes in his perception of women— ye olde Madonna/ ***** complex to be sure— is possible to mend. (The truth is, when Aries man falls in love, he can't help but see that special someone in any other way than through his quixotic lens. It's irreversible; even with a questionable past, she'd instantly be transformed from quean to queen via his idealized vision.) Look at Hugh Hefner, another dyed-in-the-wool Aries, who made it his lifelong pursuit to combine this signature dual objectification of women— bunnies to be both ogled and revered— and in so classy a manner that decades of Playboy subscribers have kidded themselves into believing they're really reading the magazine "for the articles."

Whether as a wife or a secret wench, no man expects a woman to look as much like an airbrushed centerfold as the zodiac's Don. So aligned with the Masculine Principle is he that overt female functions are too foreign to his framework to be appetizing, let alone intriguing, as they are for many men. He may bristle at the mere mention of menstruation, and any hairy bits on women offend his Barbie-smooth ideal. That muff, especially, should be carefully manicured. He is a sucker for lithe, little, smart, but especially soft-spoken women. Sometimes, even, in an effort to secure a more passive partner, Aries may choose someone who is needy to the point of being disabled by a victimized attitude. She may suffer emotional problems, have been in prior abusive relationships, or be older than he is and verbally lament not having had children. The less self-actualized Aries man may need ever more distressing scenarios in which he can play the rescuer role. Such women, he thinks, will stay typecast as the helpless damsel, forever providing the knight a quest for her salvation while, ironically, ensuring she will stay in a subservient position. This translates into an instant woody for Aries: He's that guy who gets off on submissive women, whether it be a real-life drama or one solely acted out for the purpose of sexual enjoyment. Though one mark of a self-actualized Aries man, vis-à-vis his love life, is his commitment to an equally strong and independent woman, she herself will have to enjoy checking her authority at the bedroom door and let the conquering savior-hero do what he does best in the sack.

There is no getting around the raw fact that Aries man is an athletic lover with a urge for domination. He is all for fast and furious sex, and unlike many men, he'll tire none too easily nor feel a need to pace himself. A native of the 1st House of self-interest, he is, above all, in it for his own pleasure; but, as such, he taps into a primal place where the experience is devoid of the bells and whistles that put many people in their head in bed. Aries doesn't subscribe to the kind of societal instructions, like those in men's magazines, on how to please his partner. He is a straightforward animal, in it for his own gain. He doesn't seek to stem the tide of orgasm— he is totally unapologetic, even, if he comes too soon— since that Mars glyph between his legs will either remain at attention or soon return to an erect state, faster than you can say "Was it good for you?" It's one place, luckily, where the Aries can't tame his savage beast and his higher-plane aspirations go right out the window. Ironically, in indulging his own needs he goes a lot further in satisfying a partner than does many a so-called sensitive man with a how-to manual for a mind. On his infamous second, third, or even fourth go-round, with orgasm no longer imminent, he'll really pour on the energy, bringing a partner to climax again and again amid an infamous monologue of coaxing and baiting. And as cliché as it sounds, he is only further egged on by a series of "Don't"' s and "Stop"' s building to crescendo. What a woman might miss is foreplay, something the egoist Ram isn't in the habit of performing. He figures, who needs it? Simple shagging allows for enough variation via positioning, so long as he's firmly in the driver's seat.

First and foremost, the zodiac's questing knight is a missionary man, but in myriad forms— taking a woman from behind, standing, doggie style, or in spoon formation will do the trick, too. Though he wants a woman to commit to a submissive role, it shouldn't be a forced issue. That is, he doesn't go in for such elaborate scenes as call for costuming; he wants the experience to be real, not an enactment of fantasy. The odd restraint spontaneously thrown in the mix might impart a thrill, but planning to employ handcuffs, for instance, rarely appeals to this spontaneous firebrand. He's a passionate but abrupt kisser, just as he's a pro with the quick thrust, not one for long, languid smooches or slow-stroking, sleepy sex. If a woman is after loving affection, Aries may seem too focused on the physical, but plenty of partners would sign on with him for that very reason. And the more appreciation a lover might express on that score, the better. Some well-placed oohs and aahs at the sight of his equipment are enough to satisfy his conceit as (just don't tell him) it's really approval that he's after. Indeed, a lover will notice how he constantly keeps eye contact, forever gauging what effect he's having. Witnessing responses to his efforts only revs the Ram up more— don't forget, it's really all about him— and as his ego swells in response to the obvious impact he's making, so, too, will other parts of him follow suit. Sometimes he'll flirt with inflicting a little pain, the conquering warrior taking characteristic liberties, engaging in behavior that's ever so slightly more slap than tickle. He loves it when you say his name, if not uncle. Sometimes, sir might even work into the mix. Aries isn't above barking orders, enjoying when a partner hops to, as if playing a very adult game of Simon Says. He'll make some quick moves all his own, switching back and forth between going down on a girl and peppily plowing into her— lickety-split— thinking this is highly innovative (we're not going to tell him otherwise, are you?). Truth be told, it takes a lot to keep up with Aries, and a lover might be hard-pressed to pace herself. As it is, she has her work cut out for her, walking a fine line, trying to simultaneously appeal to the alternate sides of his Madonna-***** vision. But it is he who must find resolution with these issues— the good news is that, typically, Aries does eventually marry his contrasting needs and score his own Aphrodite, allowing her to be, like that mythic goddess, as much an eternal virgin as she is an erotic Vixen.

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Originally posted by 11nahyt:
Gotcha.... also, Don't bother with giving my the rest of the descriptions. The amount of info you've provided for me, is soo much, that asking you to give me more, is too much for me to ask for .... I'm gonna try and find this book online or something.seems very interesting from what I've seen so far, thank you so much for the long detailed description!


Awe, thank you for being so sweet!

I hope that you do get this book, at the library or actually purchasing it, it's very interesting!

I will be putting up the other descriptions anyways so keep an eye out and give them a read when you have time!!

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Here are couplings for Heterosexual Aries Man:

Aries Man / Aries Woman

He's on a quest; she's out of reach. Less ladylike than he sometimes longs for; he's so in-her-face it hurts. Both willful to the core, neither one gives up without a fight. Two fierce libidos means a fair amount of sexual urgency.

Aries Man / Taurus Woman

She's his ultrafeminine ideal; he fulfills the fantasy of stud with an enterprising spirit. As a couple, they're a classic— Taurus boasts of being the woman behind the man. In bed, she's the mistress to his lusty master.

Aries Man / Gemini Woman

She's a fresh pixie to deflower; he's the brute she can't resist. Often purely physical at first, this pairing is eventually founded on friendship. Sexually, she's tireless; he has the staying power to sustain her.

Aries Man / Cancer Woman

She's a Cinderella, inspiring his signature rescue fantasies. He's a self-professed knight in shining armor, all chiseled features and noble intentions. Codependency is a pitfall. But loving support makes them stronger. Sex is a healing experience.

Aries Man / Leo Woman

Her stealth and self-confidence suggest the vigorous sex he craves. Beyond a mutually intense first attraction, Aries and Leo have their traditional ethics in common. It will always feel like an illicit affair— forbidden, exhilarating.

Aries Man / Virgo Woman

She seems pure as the driven snow; he embodies the ambition she finds so attractive. He'll accept her patronage: she may manage his career, if not his life. Often, needs are in conflict. Still, sex is a revelation.

Aries Man / Libra Woman

She's searching for an unfussy affair; he appears the perfect unbeholden partner. From the start, it's a power struggle— both are opinionated, if not combative. In bed, they make the peace— sex is quiet but may border on kinky.

Aries Man / Scorpio

Woman She seems unattainable; he struggles to win her affection. Blasé in the beginning, she eventually assents to his ardor. Often, they have it all: looks, glamour, wealth. Their sex life is enviably active.

Aries Man / Sagittarius Woman

She's a clear conveyor of sexual messages; he readily acts upon them. Aries and Sag share a body consciousness— fitness is often a fetish. Sex is straightforward, spontaneous; no head trips, but never ho-hum.

Aries Man / Capricorn Woman

A rare pair. Her unrelenting faith plus his fighting spirit means life is lived like a crusade. Still, independence is their mutual mantra. Sexually, Cap is less hesitant with him. Indeed, she submits to his will.

Aries Man / Aquarius Woman

She retains a strong selfhood; he's emotionally accessed via their association. Intellectual growth is the outcome. Sex is playful and plentiful. There's more pleasure than she'd imagined in the missionary position.

Aries Man / Pisces Woman

He's found that ultimately demure damsel— few are so willing to be swept off their feet. Subconsciously, she seeks to smother him. Still, they settle into an easy give-and-take. Sex is tender, with oedipal overtones.

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posted June 23, 2013 11:26 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for 11nahyt     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
I'll be checking on this thread regardless lol ..I've never put much thought into the MC. Don't know why. And never would I have imagined the mc to be related to sexuality,soul etc. so this is def very very interesting.

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Couplings for Homosexual Aries Man:

Aries Man / Aries Man

Good grooming and a love of the "great outdoors" are what these G.I. Joes have in common. Sex will be best in the beginning. Concerns arise around a lack of emotional or spiritual depth. Couples counseling is often in their stars.

Aries Man / Taurus Man

Flab is a four-letter word, so a no-fat lifestyle ensues: neither bites off more than he can comfortably chew. A confident couple— sexually compatible and similarly self-centered. In bed, they keep it simple.

Aries Man / Gemini Man

Their effect on each other is visceral— the beginning of a total transformation. With dominant Aries, Gemini expresses his submissive side. Thriving on drama, life is heightened. Sexually, they're two halves of a whole.

Aries Man / Cancer Man

Cancer is the Ram's Mr. Right. Aries is altered by the Crab's humor and sensitivity. They have a need to succeed; mutual support is their mantra. A dynamic bond, but there's bound to be tension. Sexually, it's a mixed bag.

Aries Man / Leo Man

Two über-masculine characters who steer clear of feminine types. An intensely sexual, and deeply spiritual, connection. Together, they see life as a lark, not a labor. Sex is so satisfying, it becomes a preoccupation.

Aries Man / Virgo Man

This might begin as a no-strings-attached sex thing. Virgo's aroused by Aries's authoritarian demeanor. But a bond between them yields soulful self-understanding. Sex remains free, "open" to some extent.

Aries Man / Libra Man

Aries and Libra make an impressive package— and they know it: Vanity is their defining feature. Life together is structured, but the Scales struggles to stay on the straight and narrow. Aries likes a little leather on his Libra.

Aries Man / Scorpio Man

Their connection is elemental: Sexy, aggressive planet Mars rules both signs. Aries and Scorpio share a profound physical compatibility. Scorpio is often the instigator. Emotionally, their dynamic is complex— anger is ever present.

Aries Man / Sagittarius Man

These fire signs share a slew of qualities— palpable masculinity, love of adventure, a bawdy sense of humor. Still, there's discord: Aries is a neat freak; not so Sagittarius. In bed, both men will try anything twice.

Aries Man / Capricorn Man

Aries is the arm candy who worships a worldly, well-bred Goat guy. After fascination fades, the focus turns to friendship. From overtly sexual beginnings, this pair may slowly become abstemious.

Aries Man / Aquarius Man

Aries might need more affection than Aquarius is inclined to offer. But when it works, individuality and independence await. Somehow, sex stays comfortably casual. Other couples often enter the mix.

Aries Man / Pisces Man

Often a purely physical pairing. Pisces man is unusually shallow in his perception of virile Aries as a mere sexual tool. Under such corrupting influence, the Ram's barbaric, conquering erotic spirit emerges.

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posted June 23, 2013 11:37 PM     Click Here to See the Profile for somethingexcellent     Edit/Delete Message   Reply w/Quote
Can you do the sex + sexuality for me? MC in Taurus (Venus in Scorpio if that's relevant). No planets in the Tenth House.

EDIT: Male, bisexual if either are important details!

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Originally posted by Lunae:
Hey MsPrism! Can you give mine a try?

Pisces MC, ruler neptune in the 7th. I don't have planets in the 10th but my moon tightly conjuncts the MC (does that still count?)

I'm a female btw

Lookin' forward to it!


Lunae:

Hey girl, we'll see if that tightly conjunct Moon makes a difference! First I'll stick with the pattern and see if having no planets in the 10th means that you're most like the Pisces Female description and if you read it and go "bleh, that's not right!" I'll put up the Cancer info and see if that fits!

Sex+Sexuality Pisces Female

In the mythical character of Aphrodite, we see Pisces's complicated vision of sex. The great love goddess is wedded to the divine Everyman, Hephaestus, is ardently pursued by the brutally masculine Mars, but is most enamored of the delicate "boy" Adonis. Blanche Dubois's first love, too, is a rather fragile youth— like Adonis, the tender fellow dies for the affection she heaps on him— and being rather stuck on these tender sorts, she is later run out of town for taking her teacher job too far with the juvenile male student-body. Blanche's Mars equivalent is Stanley— in the play, she even suspects he's an Aries, the male personification of the Mars-Ares archetype; and her Hephaestus, whom she aims to marry, is the safe, menschlike Mitch. Let's deconstruct: Most every Pisces woman will have a painful if not tragic memory of her first love for that "sensitive" boy, a bond that was never meant to be. Blanche's family home, the aptly named Belle Reve, symbolizes her beautiful dreams, including the (Piscean) delusional hope of love shared with a harmless, hormoneless boy. And the fanciful Fish is forced to ditch her delusions when faced with a similarly harsh reality: The pretty boys she's attracted to in her youth are themselves often attracted to the macho men who make her bristle. Any lifelong lust for ambiguous jailbait notwithstanding, Pisces eventually realizes her own attraction to these sexy beasts, too, finding herself at delicious odds with the more blatantly red-blooded males of the world who give off a whiff of base animalism to her refined signature hooked nose. She inherently feels that such overtly masculine types are nearly another species, altogether separate from herself. The mythical Venus and Mars (Aphrodite and Ares) are as much archetypal lovers as they are irreconcilable rivals, love and war being at once the most extreme of concepts and yet, all being fair in both, metaphorically relatable and indeed combined into the love warrior character of Venus' son, Cupid. Again, we come up against a Pisces female paradox— she is equally attracted to and repulsed by the he-men of the world, enticed and intoxicated by their nature, and yet unable to reconcile such stereotypically male characters with her "beautiful dream" of life, which was never meant to include smelly sneakers or back hair.

No woman finds affront to her delicate sensibilities faster than Pisces female. Whether her natural disposition or such airs as she puts on— the real and the fabricated being one and the same for the Fish— Pisces comes across as the bluest of prudish princesses. (Blueness is a synonym for purity, the supposedly snow-white Blanche being costumed in della robbia blue, the color drawn from the gown of the Madonna, whose blue dress, fringed in white, is the ancient costume of Aphrodite-Mari, representing the sea edged with foam.) In fact, Pisces is so purposefully proper that this overriding trait comes to define men's attraction to the zodiac's eternal belle, for better or for worse. First of all, this exaggeratedly comme if faut, if not holier-than-thou, diva continues to attract every worshipful homosexual male on the gaydar. And sometimes the attraction extends far beyond friendly. Many a Pisces woman won't have readily awakened from a liaison with one of her signature dreamboys: having so many sensitive, decidedly female qualities in common with a man that it overrides any potential sexuality questions. Like Gemini woman, the Fish might find herself in a series of marriages or serious relationships ala Blanche or Sally Bowles with closeted gay men, thinking nothing suspicious in their shared desire to regularly redecorate to the soothing strains of Liza with a Z. To be fair, Pisces might purposely have opted for such a bond wherein she and an equally persnickety male can live a sexless, sequestered life— she won't be put upon to put out. For, in a sense, Pisces woman can be somewhat sexless, that is when she's not completely nymphomaniacal, the most striking paradox of this pretty Fish. Meanwhile she has her fetishes, which typically include those innocent young lads, but as she can't easily abide what she considers the sexual tyranny of heterosexual relationships. This daughter of Neptune is more about the special effects in life than she is about any sort of solid plot. Just as she eschews the more banal realities of her conditioning and puts on extravagant airs, so, too, does she not only have, but heartily enjoy, her own illusions about sex via which she seeks to escape the grimmer dynamics of it. In brass tacks, she's easily grossed out by the actual carnal function and machinations of sex— the sweating, the odors, the emitting of fluids, totally clash with her dreamy visions. As a nod to the 12th House's association with inhibitions and isolation, she is the zodiac's very own Untouchable. Some Pisces women are so vehemently squeamish about sex that, when they become pregnant, friends and family who know them best are inclined to suspect some form of immaculate conception. Pisces female tends to associate sex, often inextricably linked to any inappropriate sexual contact she may have suffered through in her youth, with feeling dirty; and the Fish is in the business of washing away any such sins she detects in herself. We see this in the characterization of Blanche, who is forever taking her long, fragranced baths— absolution if not utter dissolution— like Aphrodite ritually renewing her virginity, a trick to which any card-carrying Pisces would appreciate knowing the secret. But it's only half the story: For Aphrodite was the original nympho who would have had cause to renew that virginity on a regular basis.

And besides attracting every gay man within earshot of her siren's call, the enchanting, sanctimonious Pisces attracts that many straight men, who view her as a top-drawer lady, a class act, a princess worthy of the royal treatment. The poor unsuspecting suckers— they don't stand a chance: Thinking the Fish lady a demure female character deserving of all the finer things in life, a regular Joe might romantically approach Pisces from the perspective of her being "too good for him," but by whom he will "do right." Treating her like some insatiable muse, he may bankrupt his spirit, if not his bankroll, trying to elicit a passionate response to his tributes. What he typically gets in return is the luxury of calling her his own. A man who claims her is thus endowed with a status similar to one toting around some golden-age starlet, such is the statement she makes, by her very presence, to any and all persons with whom she comes into contact. One way or another, she'll have you know she's special. And in scoring her as arm candy, many a man counts himself the beneficiary of some cosmic miracle. Wondering why she is so willing to give herself to a man she mightn't even love is akin to pondering why it is the ancients wedded Aphrodite, the epitome of female beauty, to the only lame and ugly god, Hephaestus. The answer: He's safe, and so totally grateful to be linked with her that little demand will be placed on her. In most cases, Pisces negotiates herself into relationships that promise sanctuary, a kind of sponsorship by a mate who functions for them both. The Fish seeks to remain protected in a fishbowl of sorts, her partner sprinkling whatever she needs for sustenance while providing those attractive accoutrements— the house, fine furnishings, and holidays— that keep the muse from becoming bored. Sally Bowles serves as this type of muse. Sometimes there's simply no pleasing her, as the Pisces petitions for more and more comfort and stability, as opposed to outright luxury, while lifting nary a finger. And still, it is she who calls the shots. When and if, however, circumstances don't go exactly her way, Pisces is not one to abandon ship; rather she slips back into that martyred role she played so readily in her youth. Sighing her way through hard times, Pisces woman makes her partner feel that much more responsible for having disappointed her. Again, this buys her more personal freedom within the bond, as the least her partner can do is to leave the poor, put-upon Pisces in peace. The best that could happen, for all concerned, is for the mouse of a mensch to act like a man and stand up to the Pisces. Invariably, the Fish will find this macho display, from a partner she'd happily written off as meek, makes her surprisingly weak in the knees. Indeed, their relationship only survives in the wake of this man becoming less worshipful. By the same token, Pisces gradually allows herself to grasp the latent male animal lurking within this sort of mate as he progressively asserts himself by palatable degrees. Indeed, the whole of Pisces's metaphorical allergy to he-men is based on either an inbred or conditioned fear of susceptibility to their power over her. Again, this is often a result of an unfortunate liason in her youth. Sooner or later, however, every straight Pisces woman will, in one way or another, be forced to face the natural attraction that she, as the zodiac's über-female, feels for those more overstated males of the species.

Just as a gay man might find Pisces the perfect icon, and the regular Joe will see her as a sort of step up, the self-possessed, ego-driven alpha male views Pisces as grade-A ***** that needs to be taken down a peg. Any Piscean partnership with a man less eminently masculine than she is feminine is bound to be precariously lopsided. Still there is such a mental, indeed psychic, gulf between her and a proverbial man's man that it is no easy task to fuse the two, except on the level of physical attraction. Part and parcel of Pisces's prim properness is her signature repression of sexual energy. Taking again Blanche DuBois as an example, she is as repulsed by Stanley's base behavior as she is betrayed by her innate attraction to him. Every Pisces female, no matter how many homo or henpecked husbands she hides behind, is fairly itching to play Lady Chatterley to some raw and hunky gameskeeper. In the case of the bath- and booze-happy Blanche, eventually raped by Stanley, she suffers a nervous breakdown so severe that it sends her, at play's end, bundled up in della robbia blue, to the funny farm— remember that profound Piscean rock bottom. And yet, according to Gore Vidal in his autobiographical Palimpsest, Tennessee Williams claimed that Blanche experiences a full recovery and reclaims her diva status by opening New Orleans's premier dress shop. Stanley's right "rodgering" shatters Blanche's illusions, allowing her to surface a real, productive character. She, like all Pisces women, finds her true self-esteem, which had been repressed along with past pain and fear. Still, a good screw isn't the only key to Pisces female's well-being. The sexy-mama aspect of herself doesn't miraculously replace the virginal Madonna or the psychic wise woman— these two of her three faces keep her more latent libidinous tendencies in check, even when they surface with a startling vengeance. The message isn't that the Piscean Blanche truly needs a beastly Stanley in order to find happiness. Au contraire: Despite the perks of being poked by a straightforward male sexual figure, such a rough-and-ready guy is, ironically, not nearly man enough for her. A relationship with so singularly macho a character tends to be an explosive match, wherein the love bond does remarkably take on the dynamics of war. Nope, the zodiac's triple-goddess incarnate needs a far more well-rounded male than that.

Though the trident is a symbol of the triple goddess, it is clearly a phallic one. Wielded by male gods— the Hindu Shiva, Trefuilngid Tre-Eochair (the shamrock god) in Celtic Ireland, Poseidon and Hades in Greece, as well as the demonized Christian devil who begot the Antichrist upon the medieval Blancheflor, the Lilymaid whose symbol is the fleur-de-lis, a symbol of the yoni, trident-like in form— it represents the triple penis, the exact endowment required to mate with each aspect of the Pisces threefold goddess, all in one go. Likewise, to avoid disappointment, Pisces needs a partner who is a combination of all three aspects of manhood that have heretofore appealed to her various needs. As anybody who has ever had a relationship with a Pisces will concur, she can be the most demanding and least easily satisfied of women. Whether it is her archetypal nature that dictates this quality, or her nature that gives rise to comparisons with the threefold cognate goddess, is a conundrum akin to the familiar chicken-or-egg, alpha-or-omega, dilemma. Pisces's perfect mate, therefore, is one-third male love-object, one-third humble provider, and one-third masculine beast. A man must hold the three-pronged key to accessing her multifarious affections— he needs to be emotionally sensitive, materially servicing, and sexually virile. She neither requires a man of whom she can take control nor one who will be controlling; rather, the Pisces gives a man charge of the relationship, unwilling as she is to take on such a role herself. All responsibility is delegated to him— but it must be clear that it is hers to entrust in the first place. Even in this most perfect, and thus rare, relationship scenario, the Pisces will still seek to dissolve into the protection of the bond. With his triple-prong key, her man is the ultimate gatekeeper, entrusted with the duty of keeping the world at bay. Not to say that Pisces mightn't hold down a job or otherwise interact with people— though in many cases she won't— it's just that being a Pisces woman is alone a full-time occupation. She is thoroughly preoccupied with herself, not to mention how well or not she is being treated by others. Her partner comes under the most direct scrutiny, expected as he is to display the kind of respect due a virtuous Madonna, to express the sort of sexual desire any sacred harlot would require, and to afford her the brand of material comfort she deserves, laid out at her dainty Pisces-ruled feet. And yet, her mate might find, all this won't be quite enough.

The unsuspecting fellow who falls for the Fish always gets more than he bargained for, which generally becomes apparent in short order. For someone who seems so untouchable and hard to get, she expects the bond to become almost instantly serious. Indeed, Pisces typically moves from one major relationship to another in her search for Mr. Right, in the meantime craving the confines of even a troublesome bond on which she can depend. When she happens upon a man who fits her unconscious criteria as the perfect mate, she wastes no time securing the love connection, often not being above using sex as a means for cementing a man's interest. She needs so full of a man's attention as to border on obsession— this is evidenced by her nearly maniacal jealous streak, one fueled by her infamously wild imagination. Of course, in suspecting her mate is taking up with every floozy that crosses his path, there is an element of the pot calling the kettle black. Indeed, Pisces may stop at nothing if she spies a "prime mate," and his marital status is of little consequence. Dissolving as she does into every experience, the sexually seasoned Pisces who has had her illusions gloriously shattered more than a few times will be extra compliant when it comes to a man's demands in the bedroom, or any other room in the house for that matter. This is particularly true when it comes to negotiating herself into a new relationship. In fact, she may pull out the ***** card when she feels she has to. Providing a guy with a profound sexual experience is the quickest way she knows of putting a man under her enchanting spell. Indeed, no woman can sweep a man off his feet, or often out of his marriage, faster than the Fish girl. She is one female other women are loath to find themselves faced off with in a love triangle— she is always victorious. Like Aphrodite at the Judgment of Paris, she knows what men want more than wisdom or worldly power: the best lay imaginable by the most feminine female they can find.

Nowhere is the Pisces's paradoxical nature more evident than in her sexual behavior. For such a subjectively fueled creature, sex, something meant to be so personal an experience, is probably the one thing in life toward which she is ultimately wholly objective. Rarely will her urges be so pressing as to rule her, something that even a prolific Pisces such as Anaïs Nin seems to escape in her multitude of experience. Indeed, Pisces enjoys eroticism, even in the form of a dime-store novel, generally endowed with a talent for exteriorizing sex herself, whether it be in her own writing or in her blatant exploration of the subject in what is otherwise meant to be polite conversation. That dynamic follows her into the bedroom. She is open to activities that might make other women's hair curl. She isn't so much passive, or even receptive, as she is susceptible to the desires of her partner. It's as if she needs nothing more or less than what's needed of her by her man. She is utterly available in the moment, willing to comply with a partner's penchant for sexually going "around the world," open to any and all oral or anal activities with equal nonchalance. Pisces is not a passionate lover, any pleasure seeming to take her unawares. On the other hand, she never quite loses her untainted and innocent vision of what sex should be, more likely than not fantasizing about some underage stud with peach fuzz on his lip when left alone to her own masturbatory devices. Between sexual bouts, she seems to regrow her own pure virgin vision, a bubble that is continually burst much to her astonished delight. She simply never expects to enjoy the depths of sexual delight or debauch as much as she does, and her partner must be prepared to encounter her unfathomable source of pleasurable participation. This is certainly where the he-man aspect of a mate must make itself known, for once Pisces gets started, she certainly won't expect to stop anytime soon.

Still, Pisces isn't particularly active in the sack. Remaining the passive recipient is in great part from whence her gratification stems. Her particular proclivities, aside from the norm, tend to include being plundered in one way or another. The proverbial victim of love, she might easily be persuaded to engage in a bit of bondage if, and only if, it is with a trusted partner. As it is, even when Pisces has celebrated a golden wedding anniversary, her mate will always remain somewhat a stranger to her, and she to him. She is never one to discuss her internal workings with a man— she'd sooner do so in group therapy or a twelve-step program. There must remain a line between the sexes whereby she is allowed to stew in the juices of her own imagination, whether pursuing a solo creative yearning or simply alternating her days between good books, good naps, and a few good nips in the evening. When it comes to spending time with her partner, she generally gives all her attention and energy to listening to his worldly workings, issues, and problems and offering him her sage consideration and counsel. It's the same with sex— it's all about him, as she is most likely to get off on a man indulging himself with, in, and all over her. She wants to be confronted with a guy's lust far more than she wants to share in some mutual expression session. Sex should take Pisces to the limit, whether it be via straight-up intercourse aimed at continually breaking her record for the most orgasms had in a single night, or by the playing out of a man's sexual fantasies, particularly those that involve imposing control over the ecstatically floundering Fish. Submissive fantasies abound as do any such activities where she is prone to elicit as much of a man's dominant nature as possible. And then there's that kindness-of-strangers dynamic that, in more cases than she'd care to admit, drives the Pisces in search of a steady stream of one-night stands or no-strings booty calls. The personals' sex ads and their online equivalents, where women are doubtless the minority placing notices? Well, the majority of said minority is comprised of this most wanton of signs.

While in a long-term relationship, the unerring desire to please her man— really an unconscious guise for satisfying herself— will come to a screeching halt at the mere mention of lesbian play for her partner's benefit. Pisces is loath to introduce another woman into the sexual mix as, being too jealous of and competitive with other females, she wouldn't generally be able to bear her man's attention directed at anybody else. After all, she works harder than most at indulging even her guy's most outrageous demands; she's not about to then see her allure, and his appreciation, diluted by a guest appearance by some auxiliary T& A. But it's definitely not the idea of girl-on-girl action that puts her off. Truth be told, most Pisces women have a sapphic side that points at a double standard where same-sex contact is concerned: Despite being a magnet for gay men, the Fish typically finds the notion of gay male sex rather repulsive, and she would be especially hard on a mate who is prone to switch-hitting. But when it comes to girl gayness, she is most forgiving— to say the least. To generalize wildly, it seems that a large proportion of Pisces women possess a latent lesbianism. Often, she is blatantly bisexual and makes no bones about it. Many a straight, even married, Pisces woman has gay fantasies, not to mention girl friendships that border on flirtation. Indeed, even when she doesn't have such feelings, Pisces will be surrounded by a bunch of lesbian cronies— she may be the "honorary dyke" amongst them. As her personal demons are faced over time, Pisces loses herself less and less in substances and immerses herself more and more into a self-help milieu that inevitably leads to her helping others. This gives rise to her involvement in charitable causes and public-welfare concerns in general— a positive manifestation of Piscean dissolution wherein she gives herself over to selfless deeds and profound service to others. Straight or gay, she increasingly associates with people who are on similar tracks, owning up to themselves and clearing away their subconscious cobwebs. As a result, she may encounter men and women with issues surrounding addiction. Forming friendships with these individuals is de rigueur for the Fish, and that many of these bonds are based on a code of anonymity is perfectly in keeping with her sign's association with secrecy and isolation. Bonds with other women are generally formed on the basis and theme of the female societal condition. When it comes to feelings and concerns about being a woman, including the topic of sexual relations between ladies, Pisces doesn't bat an eye.

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So on the money especially for my significant other lol. I'm not promiscuous and I have been past the point of "test driving" men...I did all that with much discretion in my 20's but I think my aquarian love nature has kicked and sometimes I don't want to be bothered with all that nonsense lol.

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29* degrees Leo MC
sextile Gemini Mars
trine Sag NN
loosely conj Virgo Mercury
square Scorpio Pluto and Asc

Sun, Jupiter, and Mercury in my 10th in Virgo.
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I swear I just posted in this thread but I can't find my post.

Either that, I posted it in the wrong thread...lol

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

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