Now when you’re talking about Cancer men, you have to look at the Moon in the chart to see what you’re dealing with. And in Scott’s case, his Moon is in Aquarius, so he is going to want to shock his family.

But beyond that, Pluto and Mars are involved so it’s no big surprise that Scott decides to made this pronouncement: “All the women in this family are whores!” right in the middle of a holiday get together.

Now had I been there, I’d have snickered for sure. Actually, I’d have snorted loudly. He went on to elaborate…

“Every woman in this family is promiscuous! You’re more promiscuous than the men by far! My own mother doesn’t know who my father is, for chrissakes…”

Hee!

You think they’d string him up but no. He’s their boy, man. He’s their baby! He’s not Scott, he’s Scotty! So he can get away with this.

Matter of fact, if you say anything bad about Scott… if you complain about him in anyway, the women in his family will burn you down! And deny!!

“Oh no. Not, Scotty. Scotty’s not like that…”

So have you ever seen this sort of phenomena with Cancer Men? What about people with their Moon in Aquarius shocking their family? Tell us your stories!

pictured: Salome, Franz von Stuck. 1906

I was driving home and my Libra went off. I realized I’d written all that stuff about “Getting Scotty Out Of Houses”. I’d written about my Capricorn always trying to get Scott (Cancer) from his hovel, or his mother, but I posted nothing of the reverse.

Crap! Libra needs to present the other side of the story! Scott came to get me too. Where? At work of course. And here’s one of the stories.

This is also relevant to people tracking my Scorpio friend Ben, because in this bit, Scott and Ben meet. And not because I introduce them! For the astrology-philes, Scott’s Aquarius Moon is exactly conjunct Ben’s Aquarius Rising, so there was an immediate connection.

I’m about 24 here. I work as a waitress in a hotel…Ben was a waiter. This is how we met, actually. Ben was one of seventeen gay waiters, I was on of three token waitresses. Ben and I had known each other about two months and had really hit it off. Not that we ever dreamed we’d be friends, twenty years later, but you know. We amused each other. Scott and I had known each other for almost a decade…

Getting Elsa Off The Job

…It was about 6:15 AM before any customers had really started to trickle in. No one had been seated in my section, so I was hanging around in the kitchen when Ben came in from the floor with a smirk.

“Ellll-Seeee! Oh, Elllll-see” he said in a sing song voice. “There is a man out there asking for “Elsie”. Does he mean you? I think he does. Who else could he mean?”

I didn’t answer. I was surprised, but I poker-faced it.

“This may be your lucky day. A real live man out there and he’s calling your name. He looks like he’s hung, too. I know you’re horny, but don’t rush. I think he’ll wait for you. Besides, I’ve already taken care of him.”

I stared and he winked.

“Oh calm down. You have such a dirty mind. I did nothing wrong,” he said. “I’ve seated him in your section and served him some coffee,” he said with a smirk. I just stared. I already knew who it was. I kept quiet and waited for more information. It was offered.

“I asked him why he wanted you when I was available, but he was very insistent.”

I felt my cheeks get hot. “You didn’t really say that did you?” I asked.

“Of course I did.” He smiled. “You know me. I’m a friendly person. And he wanted to talk to me. You don’t want me to be rude do you? Rude to your man? He wanted to talk, so we talked. He wanted to hear all about, Elsie.” He grinned. “He said he was your friend so I asked him.”

“Asked him what?”

“Just what kind of friend of Elsie’s are you?”

I almost laughed, but managed not to. I waited for him to go on.

“I told him that I was Elsie’s reeeal friend. And I couldn’t give just any Tom or DICK who walks in here access to you. I needed to see some proper credentials.”

I chuckled. I liked Ben, a lot.

“So I told him he would have to come up with some good answers to a few questions, if he wanted me to fetch you like I am some kind of a dog.”

“What did he say?”

“What could he say? If he wants to see you, he has to go through me. So I asked my questions.”

“Did he answer them?”

“I’m back here fetching you aren’t I?” he said, smugly. I chuckled.

“Why does he call you Elsie, Elsie? Can I call you Elsie? Do you have another life that I don’t know about? One where you’re called Elsie?”

I ignored him and headed out to the floor. Only two people had ever called me Elsie and one of them was dead. I knew it was Scott and I knew what I’d be doing later.

To be continued

skip to part two…

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Read more about Ben here, Eccentricity Also here, Scorpio and Betrayal, Part one and two

And Scott:
Scott on The Cellist, Sex, Anger and Art,
Scott and his Venus, Mars, Pluto conjunction
Getting Scotty Out of Houses – Part one, two and three