SUN: Basic personality, your ego, how you express your creativity, how acquaintances and friends get to know you, your father.
MOON: The more private aspect of your personality, your emotions, how you express your sensitivity, the most intimate part of you, how your family knows you, your mother, your childhood.
MERCURY: Communication, how you process information, how you think, speech patterns, sense of humor, your wit, your siblings.
VENUS: Love and relationships, how you relate to others socially, how you show affection to others, your charm, your beauty standards, what you find attractive in others, the women you attract in your life.
MARS: Drive, ambition, stamina, willpower, what your goals are and how you achieve them, how you show your passion, how you react when you’re angry, how you express yourself sexually, the men you attract in your life.
JUPITER: Philosophy, religion, higher-level of thinking, luck, how you express your faith, how you just ‘trust’, what your life purpose is, where you get your lucky breaks, how you experience prosperity.
SATURN: Authority, time, karma, limitations, methodical planning, how you ground yourself, your fears, where you feel weakest, your responsibilities, your commitments, how you have to focus, how you must improve.
URANUS: Technology, change, enlightenment, novelty, chaos, disruption, intuition, how you express your individualism, how you’re erratic and unpredictable, how you need your independence, how you need to break boundaries.
NEPTUNE: Dreams, illusion, spirituality, sensitivity, art, cinema, media, glamor, how you express your idealism and imagination, how you feel disappointment, how you wear rose-colored glasses, the mysterious, the unclear, the undefinable.
PLUTO: Personal power, transformation, where you’re both self-destructive and creative, how you face power struggles and upheaval, how you regenerate, how you heal.
CHIRON: Your deepest pain, where you feel inadequate, your personal sound, where you overcompensate, how you can heal others.
ASCENDANT/RISING SIGN (1ST HOUSE): How you first come across to people, your facial expression, your mannerisms, your appearance, how you initially approach things, your view on life.
2ND HOUSE: Your self esteem, your resources and possessions, your wealth, your income, your talents, your values and morals.
3RD HOUSE: Your observation and analysis skills, your thinking skills, your basic education, your curiosity, short trips, your local community and neighborhood.
Imum Coeli/IC (4TH HOUSE): Latin for “bottom of the sky.” Your home, your family, your traditions, your history, where you feel the most comfortable, the most private part of your personality.
5TH HOUSE: Self-expression, creativity, recreation, drama, art, writing, romance, romance and dating, your children or your attitude towards them.
6TH HOUSE: How you serve others, your workplace, everyday routine, small pets, your health and how you maintain it, your organization and schedule.
DESCENDANT (7th HOUSE): One-on-one partnerships, traits and characteristics you seek in others, business partnerships, marriage, open enemies, competitors, roommates.
8TH HOUSE: Intimacy, transformation, how you let certain parts of yourself “die” or “fade away”, how you reform, how you restore, the give and take of control.
9TH HOUSE: The higher truth, higher-education, travelling to foreign lands, learning about new culture or ways of life, enlightenment, looking at the bigger picture.
MEDIUM COELI/MIDHEAVEN (10TH HOUSE): Latin for “middle of the sky.” Your aspirations in life, your goals, your career, who you want to be, your reputation, what the public views you as.
11TH HOUSE: Your hopes and dreams, your friends, your acquaintances, how you network, humanitarian concerns, philanthropy, ideals you seek to live by.
12TH HOUSE: Your secret motives, your hidden agendas, self-sacrifice, co-dependence, serving others, healing, hidden knowledge, hidden personality, spirituality.
Wisdom teeth are so weird cause my body is like, “hey I know you are done growing but would you like some…MORE TEETH???? And I’m like, “hell no, theres no room,” but then my body is still like *slamming fists on table* “more teeth! MORE TEETH! MORE TEETH!MORE TEETH! M O R E T E E T H”
Oh there’s no room? That’s fine we’ll just gRoW TheM IN FuvKiNg SIDEWAYS
my mom just came to me and ranted about how everyone is making this facebook status that says, “raising teenagers is like nailing jello to a tree”. she was so baffled by this because she said, “you were pretty easy to raise as teenagers. all you did was sleep and eat.”
so to prove some point she’s going to nail a small cup of jello to a tree.
she’s so pleased with her self
incredible
parents are weird
yeah but this is about as accurate as it gets.
you say “nail jello to a tree” and most people think jello all by itself.
but if you put any actual thought into what you’re doing and then give it just a little support
This story was different actually??? And even better???
The girl, Brooklyn Andracke, used to wave at the truck every thursday and the trashman waved her back. It was a very important to her to do it every week.
It was HER birthday, and she decided that she wanted to share her birthday cake with the trashman. She also wanted to meet her hero, whose name is Delvar Dopson.
The girl’s mother thanked Delvar for his work and explained to him how important it is for Brooklyn to wave at him every thursday.
He was pretty surprised but he admitted that every time he drove near the house he hoped that the girl would wave at him.
That’s not the end of the story though. Next week Delvar had a surprise for the little girl.
He brought her a bunch of amazing birthday gifts!
They both got quite popular, and Delvar is getting a lot of thank you messages from trashmen from all over the world for representing them in such a good way.
It is. Sex work has more gender discrimination, more dangers, more hazards in general, so in many ways, sex work is generally harder work. It should be respected. And legalized.
Also, sex workers do not sell their bodies, they sell a service. Their bodies are still theirs and they can say no.
“Also, sex workers do not sell their bodies, they sell a service.”
i mean. the real reason i made this post is to post all these photos of same-sex lion groups. they’re just gay look at them! so loving.
im not going to post a pic of the gay lions fucking but we all know there are many
they’re also just so naturally dramatic and comfortable like this guy? this man could dish on anyone at the watering hole and i’d believe him
meanwhile lionesses are like one vegan bakery short of a lesbian network to rival your average new england small city. look at them co-parenting and generally having a womanist community
they also are just very tender and are clearly liberated and more than happy to live a life without men.
also they’re all so butch i mean look at them. they all look like they know how to put up some drywall you know?? you know?
some of the butchest ones even grow little manes. look at her! queen of gender nonconformity.
Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary.
I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.
He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument.
“If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.”
His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!”
I thought, You have got to be kidding.
Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.
And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.
