It’s a new moon in my native sign of Capricorn just a few days before my birthday and it’s all happening within degrees of Capricorn sitting pretty in my natal chart. What does this mean? you astro-laypeople say, not bothering to hide your rolling eyes. It means that I don’t just have good wind on my back. I have a gust–a freaking tornado–pushing me fast and furious in the direction I need to go, and I’m exhilarated. In the last few weeks life has been exhausting but today I woke up and just wanted to write write write and practice better magic than I’ve ever practiced before. Thank Goddess, I say. This aspect is not comfortable but neither is false comfort, which is basically the lesson of that shitty new bed I bought because I was cheaping out. Trust me when I say Capricorn doesn’t brook with such short cuts (and that I’m sending back said shitty bed today). So yeah, this is all about me. But to you I say: ENJOY A NEW MOON IN CAPRICORN WHILE THE SUN IS ALSO IN CAPRICORN. Hell, there are a ton of planets in Capricorn right now, and so this moment is about making it happen, captains, and suffering no fools–not even yourself.
Self-portrait by Cindy Sherman, my astro-twin and a true Cappie queen.
If you are a grownup feminist, you’ve been aware for a long time that you’re consuming culture and art made by predators. If you’re a grownup feminist, you’ve been called the little girl who cried wolf the whole time you’ve been a woman (trans or cis), not a girl. If you’re a grownup feminist, you’re ready for someone else to take these cockacrats’ place, not elegizing their legacy. If you’re a grownup feminist, you have no time for meta-narcissism anywhere, ever–not in Lena Dunham nor 45. If you’re a grownup feminist, you make it about intersectionality for real. And if you’re a grownup feminist, nothing surprises you except for the possibility that these patriarchal structures finally may be burning. It’s time to embrace the phoenix rising.