All about Scorpio, Sun, Moon, etc.
This is my pal, Ben talking over the weekend. “Elsa, she is mean. She’s mean and she’s smart. She’s smart, she’s calculating, she’s cutthroat and she has green eyes that shine like flashlights. Oh but she’s a smart woman, however she is going up against me, of course.” I laughed. “Yeah, so she’s in trouble. […]
Speaking of pipes, over the weekend I was terrorized in my home (Moon) by a Scorpio (Pluto). He climbed a six-foot high privacy fence to circle the perimeter of my house, rattling my windows and beating on the doors and the sides of the house with a pipe! How’s that for an archetype? And here’s
Hi, Elsa. About six weeks ago, I was diagnosed with herpes simplex 1. My story’s almost embarrassing. My partner and I consider ourselves intelligent, informed people in our 40’s. I’m even in the medical field. We didn’t know his oral herpes could be transmitted during oral sex he performed on me… but it was. Now
CK writes on the previous blog about abuse, torture and alchemy: “What happened to just being ok the way we are? What’s this ‘alchemy’? Good Luck getting me in the box, to get out if necessary I’ll chew one or all my limbs off (?!)” ~~ When I read this comment I was thrilled because it
So on this un-comfort topic, here’s some meat for your grinder. Awhile back I was talking to my ex, the career Special Forces soldier. And he has been through virtually every military training in existence on this planet. Internationally, I mean. And one of the things he’s been through is torture school. Now they don’t
60% of you reported having a physical preference of a partner that is distinct from that of your siblings which was surprising to me. You would think the parents play a fairly large roll in this but maybe not. Now my sister and I have rising signs just one degree apart. Which means we have
The other day, Scott told me I was attracted to “iconoclastic men”. “What do you mean?” I asked. “What do you mean, iconoclastic?” I knew the word and had some idea what it meant, but I wanted to hear him tell me. “You always pick these men… they’re singular and they’re always isolated somehow.” “Oh yeah. Yeah,
