Scorpio is the most intensely passionate place for our planet of love to be!
Venus, after making a cooling (yet fortifying) trine to Saturn in Pisces, will join the Moon in making an ardent opposition with Jupiter in Taurus tomorrow evening. This is the sensual/sexual axis inhabited by the benefics, so there is no way around this being a lusty and extravagant couple of days.
Remember safe boundaries and enjoy the PLAY!
Jupiter amplifies the overall vibe of Venus in Mars’s sign, who loves to break taboos and has immense desires and appetites for the deepest kinds of connection. The back door of this transit is overdoing it, with an inability to quench the thirst of your desire, and careening over the edge into addictive debauchery.
Instead, lean into the inherent stability of the lingering Saturn trine. Jupiter Rx in Taurus can also aid in helping you find your footing so you are able to drink deeply from the fountain of want without losing your grip on reality and the beauty/serenity that comes with sobriety.
Neptune is shimmering iridescence in a bubble, it’s the bioluminescence in the nighttime sea, it’s the most pure & innocent part of us that cannot fathom the reason for suffering in this world..
Neptune is the primal, untouched place we reach through spiritual practice, or through altered states with medicine. It’s the realm of faery, it’s elementals in the mist. Siren depths…
This opalescent planet stations retrograde at 24° Pisces tomorrow morning and the subtle and nuanced eminence reaches deep inside of us, invoking a little taste of the summer of love.
As has been the case since 1944, Neptune is sextile to Pluto, meaning that until 2034, they are always interwoven in meaning in our lives.
Pisces & Capricorn, the signs they are in right now, link us directly to resonant Saturn in Pisces.
The first decan of Pisces IS ruled by Saturn so there is some grace happening right now under this Neptune station direct.
This also means that we are moving out of the United States’ Neptune opposite Neptune, which coupled with the Pluto return, has been A BIT MUCH. 👀
Neptune will sit at the station degree until December 13, so if you have anything in mutable signs between 22-26 degrees you will likely feel this extra layer of magic that could play out as confusion. If this is the case then I recommend a daily spiritual practice of some sort, which will give Neptune a place to go in your life, vs spilling the bounds into all parts.
mature. latin: maturus – timely or ripe. premature – untimely, not yet ripe. perhaps, a little green and still hard as a rock. what exactly indicates mature behavior? because i see a world full of “adults” throwing tantrums on a geopolitical scale. which one of us is grading the test?
the definition of premature ejaculation is just as ridiculous a rubric: when semen leaving the body happens sooner than a person or their partner would like during sex.
no wonder we’re all out here pathologizing ourselves. if we earned a new diagnosis every time our bodies acted beyond our control, we’d be racking up conditions quicker than interest charges in late-stage capitalism.
listen here jackoff, who said i had to want to ejaculate during sex? (…and a handful of other rhetorical inquiries that poke holes in the mature vs. premature distinction.)
to localize dysfunction to the genitals is like blaming your ears for not liking the music. sometimes the band sucks. sometimes the ambiance is bad. sometimes your nervous system is so frayed that going out and listening to a concert nearly gives you a panic attack rather than an experience of pleasure.
i’ve cum many times before i ‘wanted’. sometimes, i couldn’t cum as hard as i tried. when i reflect on a few of the data points, there’s often an issue of safety at play. usually, i was moving quicker than the speed of trust. that is, for my own body. for my own timing. for what i’ve learned that i need to feel physically, emotionally, mentally safe in a sexual situation.
that and i’ve watched a lot of porn over the years. have i desensitized myself in some way from decades of digital copulation? it seems likely, especially in the sense of understanding the cues of my body, my partner’s body, and my own personal rate of intimate development. not to mention the sexual mythology i’ve manufactured – one that usually culminates with a massive cock expelling semen onto a woman’s face.
coming to the title track of this piece.
first of all, i believe group sex can be a beautiful, grounded, expansive experience when executed in an intentional manner. if you’ve gathered from my above pretext… i’m not one for ‘fucking.’ paradoxically, i can generally only ‘fuck’ when i’ve been with a long-term partner for quite some time.
group sex is also complex when executed in an intentional manner. there are a lot of moving parts. literally. individuals need to be cared for. partnerships need to be cared for. bodies and boundaries need be honored and respected. when the rules of the game are clear is when there can be fun and freedom.
the orgy manifesto is a different piece of writing. we’re here to talk about whether or not one of my orgasms was untimely.
here’s the short version: it was Boxing Day 2022. a completely irrelevant but somehow comical detail. a couple from a dating app came to our house to have sex. we talked, sipped some wine, showed off our less visible tattoos, and found a bunch of awkward ways to transition from strangers to sexual partners, including playing Truth or Dare off a phone app… which effectively landed my fingers in another woman’s (not my partner’s) pussy.
from there it was off to the races. all within a matter of minutes, someone (not me) took a Viagra, snapped a few videos for ‘content generation’ purposes, and in a torrent of bisexual fervor, i came with my cock in another man’s mouth. a first for both of us.
beyond the cum from my dick, something intangible was sucked out of the room in that moment. it’s whatever that thing was that i’m attempting to explore here. i had some shame for my timing. others had judgment. we all managed to limp back into the experience but that seemed to be an extension of the issue that manifested the overstimulation in the first place. i overrode myself. someone else overrode the boundaries of the situation by taking prescription drugs without telling anyone. there was misalignment between us when it came to desires and expectations.
in this light, the timing of ejaculation was just information from my body that i didn’t feel safe. that i was beating against the current of my own eroticism. clearly, i was turned on… but if i wasn’t ready to cum and i did, then it’s because i wasn’t honoring the way my body wanted to express in that moment. where was there physical dysfunction here? my body was functioning at its own rhythym and merely giving me feedback that i chose to ignore due to a flood of sensual information.
my body knew to slow down before i did. even though i was embarrassed in the moment, to have my needs and desires so exposed… in retrospect, it all seems like proper functioning to me.
it’s a weird sensation to not feel safe inside your own fantasy. when some part of you wants to push the pause button but another part is in your ear telling you that this is something that you’ve always wanted. not to mention the courage and discipline it takes to slow the sexual momentum of other people involved in a dynamic that may or may not be operating under the same erotic blueprint.
there’s some quote out there that talks about war being a failure of communication. i think part of me feels like sometimes in highly stimulating situations, i’m at war with myself. that war is often a failure on my part to attune to myself, the needs of my nervous system, and an overriding borne from a desire to please others before myself.
perhaps, premature is an appropriate way to frame the situation after all. premature in the sense that i have not yet learned to adhere to my own boundaries, timing, and pleasure. granted, foursomes are an extreme situation. like learning to play a double-necked guitar in front of a live audience. but intense situations are a great way to measure the hardiness of a nervous system. and if anything, they make routine situations feel more routine. if i could make the commitment to listen to my body, to trust my pacing, and to believe that when my desires are honored it serves everyone involved, that would be an expression of maturity worth living into.
TL;DR the good news is it turns out i’m always cumming right on time.
Tomorrow, after passing across the galactic center, intrepid wanderer Mercury is the first to move from Jupiter’s governance, to Saturn’s.
At the moment of ingress, there is a yod formation from Mercury & Saturn, going to the 29° Cancer Moon, who is held fully enthralled, in an opposition with Pluto, who is grinding through the last degrees of Capricorn.
This suggests that Friday will be a day of very big feelings!
There is a serious and somber tone already to this Sag season as all planets entering Sag right now make a confrontational square with Saturn at 0° Pisces.
This shift of Mercury adds more to this tone. When Saturn & Jupiter labor together, you know big things are in the works.
Mercury in Capricorn is intentional & masterful, ambitious & methodical. What part of your life needs this sort of touch? Aim it there, as Mercury in Saturn’s sign needs a job/duty.He will certainly have one starting on the 13th as he turns retrograde for the rest of the holiday season.
This is your notice! Try to make any big purchases or contractual agreements before then, or wait after the 1st. Beginning 2024 with a stationing Mercury DIRECT seems helpful for the next turn of the wheel!
Venus in Libra finally arrives to the South Node purge point.
This is the deepest trawling of old ways of: trying to be liked, of sacrificing your own well being for the sake of another, or for the relationship. Of being shallow and needy and manipulative. Of toxic codependency, of posturing, of lacking commitment, of being wishy-washy and flip flopping, of people pleasing, of being self-absorbed & inauthentic.
Everything in astrology has a front door and a back door, and this is a giant opportunity to dump a big load of the backlogged negative Libra traits.
The south node is balanced of course with the north node in Aries, so we know that empowerment is the medicine du jour, and Pluto still pulsing away at the bendings of the nodes, adds so much more weight to this transit and time.
The stakes are incredibly high, and todays Cancer Moon helps us tap in deeply to our feelings, which are the vehicle of healing. Over the next couple of days the Moon will oppose Pluto which generally catalyzes big emotions each month.
This is a rare opportunity. It’s crunchy to be sure, but it’s grit that will polish your soul, allowing for a clearer reflection, moving forward.
This Psychedelic Lunation is a true trip down Alice’s rabbit hole and it is of utmost importance that you ensure your totem, anchor, or tether is securely fashioned when you dive into that dream realm.
The currents are too strong and deep— putting us in danger of completely loosing our “grip” both mentally and physically!
Mercury is considered in detriment when moving through the land of Jupiter as the curious psychopomp loves to organize and categorize and can feel like they “can’t see the trees through forest” with this placement.
Adding to this stew of delightful confusion ol’ Merc is officially in retro-shade territory—out of bounds and square Neptune at 24° of Pisces!
Yee-hawwwww we are definitely not in Kansas anymore Toto! This is pure magical fantasma and must follow the “Peter Pan” path.
With a mutable Mars-Saturn square prominently aligned with today’s Gemini Full Moon the absurd has the power to become radically real! This is not just a pie in the sky hope— this is your portal to Narnia.
Remembering that squares present us with creative friction, use this malefic pressure cooker to fortify a container strong enough to hold your weirdest visions.
Before we can paint a Piscean paradise we must stretch and cut the canvas.
all hail Sagittarius, our fiery archer in search of truth and adventure!
DAILY DOSE—November 22, 2023:
The Sun moved into Sag this morning to be followed by Mars on Friday.
Both immediately square Saturn at 0° Pisces, indicating there may be some tests and challenges this month—remember these are set up to ensure we are in proper alignment.
Scorpio season is where we go down for the count, down into the underworld to face, befriend, and attempt to metabolize our shadow as a crucial part of evolution.
Is it fun?
Sometimes.
Is is scary and hard?
Almost always.
But… the way the zodiac unfurls naturally brings the remedy on the heels of the pain.
The pain comes from Scorpio insisting we confront the raw truth we’ve been avoiding as the only possible road to true healing.
But after plunging down into Mars’s deep dark nighttime territory, we emerge victorious, wings spread into the trust and benevolent protection of Jupiter ruled Sagittarius season.
Here we expand our lungs and heart and breathe in optimism and faith once more that things are somehow going to be ok.
The raw festering wound of the Israeli Palestinian conflict shares its DNA with the Cain and Abel story in the Bible.
Brother killing brother, as we are all brothers and sisters here on this lonely planet. The cycle of evolution is here to help us wake up and evolve, and to eventually remember our deep unyielding kinship with all of life. As this spiraling gyre of pain and assault continues, we are tasked with turning towards the divine and asking for help to bring us forward into peace.
Whomever you pray to, the mutable fire of Sag season encourages you to do so. And as we enter the Festivals of Light in this coming season, remember that they are designed to uplift us as we pass through the darkest time of the year in the north. If you are in the south, it’s easier to access the hope and optimism as you swing around towards the sun.
Wherever you are, this is the time to maximize your Hygge and turn up the cozy joy. Anchor your moments of happiness and let them ripple outwards as a way of helping the collective heal. Let your rings of joy intersect with the emanating pain and grief and loss in the middle east and let them heal each other in the larger collective field.
VENOM as REMEDY and the transmutation of ENEMIES into FRIENDS.
What will we throw into the current cosmic cauldron to be cooked into something “new”?
As Venus and Mercury hum along together in a supportively flirtatious sextile they simultaneously synch with up with chimerical Chiron—invoking the magical power of vulnerability inherent to all healing modalities.
Along with this, we shift from fixed water to mutable fire season this week begging us to ask ourselves “how am I currently using the benefits of boiling water”?
Remembering:
“what hardens the egg softens the potato”
Thus provoking us to ponder, tonic or poison? And knowing that everything depends on context.
When WANT is in alignment with NEED our hunger for “bitters” arises more often than our craving for “sweet”…
So, what yearnings must be honored now in order for you to feel a sense of harmony within? And where would restraint reward you more?
If nothing can be destroyed only digested, what will you allow memory to be— a blessing or a curse?
“it happened yesterday when the full force of…gravity…weight…Saturn…a lifetime of choices and experiences… Harvey’s Death… and quitting my job without notice… SQUASHED me.
sat on me unyielding until i sobbed in total collapse…
i mean fetal position, stomach clutching, can’t breathe type of sobbing… a complete surrender to my emotional body.
i’m not sure i have ever cried like that in my adult life… not even with Bob…
i cried a lot with Bob, but i also thought a lot about crying… trapping it somewhere to fester.
i thought a lot about my emotions and what it meant for him to really be gone.
i did the Aquarian thing—thinking. believing that if i could just throw enough rational thought at my pain, it would help ease it.
but i know better… i tell others all the time—feel your feelings, its ok to feel, it’s good for you.
my Aquarius moon recognizes that as a rational truth, yet fumbles with the personal execution of it… that’s messy and hard, let’s stay in this safe head space…
i’m ok, i have to be ok. the world keeps moving and so must I.
If I just keep moving maybe it won’t catch up with me…
so, i “chose” haha choice…perhaps it was more like the universe commanded it of me. whatever the case, i let myself feel the loss of Harvey and to really feel every hurt i’d ever had.
the universe ripped me wide open and squeezed my soul like a long overdue zit.
thank you, Saturn and Pluto… fuck you, and thank you!
pealing myself off the kitchen floor, clutching my tear and snot-soaked paper towel i grabbed what was left of my smudge stick and went outside to do magic.
i rolled up my herbs in the grief soiled tissue and proceeded to burn it…
it was very wet and it took a great deal of effort and time… like all big wounds do.
as it slowly burned, i sent all my love and good will to everyone and everything in the universe, my thanks and gratitude and hope…
i talked to Bob for a long time while i did, and Harvey, and Tractor, and Spud, and Zippy… and i sobbed some more while i talked to them…
i told them how much i loved them, how much i missed them… but mostly i told them how much i needed them, in the past and right then and forever…
and as i smashed my thumb roughly against the lighter to keep the paper towel burning i let go of my anger and rage and hate…
like throwing maggots on a flesh wound, to devour the dead, the decaying, the rotten… trying to create space and let the peace of the sunshine replace it…
knowing that new skin, healthy skin, would grow back there…eventually.”
“Imagine awakening to find the moon flat on its face on the bathroom floor, like the late Elvis Presley poisoned by banana splits.” -Tom Robbins
Follow your own poison path or split open like that banana…
Taurus
April 20 – May 20
“The men you’ve been with probably wouldn’t kiss your nipples correctly for fear they’d suck in some pesticide.” -Tom Robbins
Grab your own nipples and start twist…
Gemini
May 21 – June 21
They were floating in that blissful phase that characterizes religious transcendence and the onset of alcohol poisoning. -Tom Robbins
Don’t forget which one you went to drown in…
Cancer
June 22 – July 22
“The sheepish expression of the premature ejaculator crossed his face.” -Tom Robbins
Be bold and be prepared to come over and over little lamb…
Leo
July 23 – August 22
“Did you really expect me to keep my sense after taking a look at your hair?” -Tom Robbins
May that frizzy nightmare forever haunt your vanity mirror dear Dorian…
Virgo
August 23 – September 22
“Outlaws are can openers in the supermarket of life.” -Tom Robbins
Crank it until the crumbs of chaos crack you open…
Libra
September 23 – October 22
Life is like a stew, you have to stir it frequently, or all the scum rises to the top.” -Tom Robbins
Lick it off like a yogurt lid, then shake…
Scorpio
October 23 – November 21
“Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not.” -Tom Robbins
Choose wisely and don’t take it all too seriously…
Sagittarius
November 22 – December 21
“Do you think dynamite can make the world a better place?” -Tom Robbins
Daemon mode demolition or…
Capricorn
December 22 – January 19
“… like a fruit so swollen with juice it moans for the prick of the knife.” -Tom Robbins
Cut your own heart out or feast on an enemy….
Aquarius
January 20 – February 18
“She felt like a street in the French Revolution.” -Tom Robbins
Savor the crushing weight of it…
Pisces
February 19 – March 20
“Her panties all but dissolved in his grip.” -Tom Robbins
Enjoy that Chinese water torture–drip drip…
March 21 – April 19
April 20 – May 20
May 21 – June 21
June 22 – July 22
July 23 – August 22
August 23 – September 22
September 23 – October 22
October 23 – November 21
November 22 – December 21
December 22 – January 19
January 20 – February 18
February 19 – March 20