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Forever Our Prince

If you’re feeling extra magic muscling you through this TGIF, that’s Prince for sure. Today would have been his 61st birthday, which makes this date National Prince Day forever, and that’s a mighty long time. Goddess knows he’s not releasing his hold on us, and that’s because he never did while he shared our plane. Til the end he listened better than anybody and moved everything–pelvises, hearts, heads. Til the end he never devolved into a mockery or monster. Til the end he offered a profoundly universal intimacy. Til the end he was old-soul transcendent and new-world bawdy, what with his beautiful, poly-everything, Gem-in-Gemini originality. And now he reigns as a third-eye winking where you least expect it and most need it. He’s showing us what silence looks like.

Teach Me Tonight (NSFW, O My)

I’ve been trying to figure out who to sleep with next–really, who to be attracted to. As if we have control in that department.

I always tell my Ruby Intuition clients the best you can hope for is a version 2.0 of what’s erotically imprinted on you. I’ve seen those relationships borne out of someone stubbornly trying Not to Date Mom or Dad and, boy o boy, the no-sex vibe is stronger than Prince’s pheromones are even now.

Strong.

As usual, my shrink has useful advice. She says, “The minute you get that Child feeling, get out.” She means that when I get that desperate, pay-attention-to-me-daddy! feeling around a paramour, I should cut it off. Because once again I have fallen for a charismatic narcissist who would rather drown me in their black hole than make our dynamics about anything other than their ego. Continue Reading →

‘Homecoming’: Venus in Virgo

I’ve watched the brilliant Netflix concert film Homecoming three times now and all I can say is that Beyoncé is such a Virgo goddess that she makes the late James Brown look like a slacker. Also please note that Virgos don’t get credit for being the healer of the zodiac, but my o my does Lady B heal hearts ancestral lines cultural wounds with her gorgeous tapestries of music and dance and storytelling and costuming. She makes me cry with her womanly curves and womanly courage and womanly creativity, and she makes me hopeful too. For her triple-entendre love of labor and labor of love reminds us that we can change everything so long as we roll up our sleeves and open our hearts. Like I said: a Virgo goddess.

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