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The Church of Scorpio New Moon

Dowager avenger

I was standing on the corner of Third Avenue and 21st Street yesterday when a woman came up to me wearing a floorlength cocktail dress, a sparkly headband, rubber galoshes, and a ratty mink coat, and told me—didn’t ask but told me–to open her bottle of Coke. After I did, I asked if I could take a photo of her since I so admired her outfit, and she said “fuck you” and sauntered off.

Obviously I took the pic. And obviously I loved her ultimate dowager chic. The exchange wasn’t just classic New York. It also was classic Scorpio Season.

I don’t know about you, but all I’ve wanted to do lately is burrow under the covers with a flashlight and a book. It’s not just the weather. It’s that the sun and, as of tonight, the moon are lurking in Scorpio, the sign of birth, death, and regeneration, with Mercury about to go retrograde in this sign as well. Continue Reading →

All That Heaven Allows

All hail Douglas Sirk!

Yesterday was the official autumn equinox–the day when everything is equally apportioned, an ideal homage to Libra Season. Much is made of how good and evil, day and night, are in balance at this time. But it’s also when sadness and happiness are in balance. Things are melancholy–summer is ending, leaves are falling, shadows are growing longer. Yet beautiful—-the green and gold light, the harvest bounty, the (mostly) perfect temperatures. Thus we live our lives, at least as long as Mama Nature can offer them. So how to thank her? Climate change activism, reducing carbon imprints. Or, you know, smiling at the sky. Whatever you do, have a bittersweet day, dollies. It’s the deepest kind.

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The Straight Dirt of Dreams

The ultimate 20th century trickster (Mata Hari).

The unconscious is a powerful thing, everyone knows that. Or at least everyone who doesn’t get tripped up by their own shoelace. But sometimes I forget how much smarter my unconscious is than my regular self.

Also how much more of a trickster.

Certainly when it comes to my romantic life, my unconscious bests my conscious (and conscience) every time. I can ignore what the tarot is trying to tell me–or, worse, respin it to match my most piteous impulses. I can ignore my friends’ two cents. But for me wish fulfillment is only a fancy of the waking mind. I’ve yet to bullshit myself while dreaming.

My dreams always tell me when beaus are stepping out.
My dreams never fool me about who is attractive or attracted to me.
My dreams are harsh but o lord I can trust them.

There are men and women I broke up with decades ago whom I still bed in dreams. Sometimes sexual chemistry has an extraordinary shelf life. Other times it does not. Continue Reading →

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy