Mars is still in Cancer. I have Mars in Cancer in my natal.
Sex (Mars) to me is the most personal (Cancer) thing in the world. Mars rules my 8th House. The 8th House rules sex. It is PERSONAL. Private. There are worlds between my actual sexual experience and what/how I write about it here.
And recently I realized that the moments after orgasm for me are like a pinball machine.
The body is done tensing, done searching, striving, and then thoughts come.
More like images.
Ping ping ping ping, lights flashing, ping ping ping ping. Faces, names. The gush of emotional release.
Intimacy is happening. Vulnerability is happening. Openness.
How open are you? To intimacy? To sex? How open are you to being open, openED?
What sign and planet rule your 8th House?
The thoughts, images, feelings… they don’t make sense. There’s no reason, no order to them that can easily be determined but I note what shows up. Cancerian logic. Moon logic. And then I forget. Until the next time.
Ping.
Love, MP
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6 thoughts on “Mars Is Still In Cancer: Sex Is Personal”
I have an empty 8th house with Aquarius on the cusp. I meet a lot of emotionally unavailable individuals and it drives my Cancer Asc crazy. Most times I feel like I’ve been robbed and the thief took off with my most precious items so they could sell it on the market for cheap.
My Saturn and Jupiter pair are combusting at 2 and 3 degrees Libra in my 7th house, the same ruler of my 8th house where Pluto resides in the same sign combusting with Juno at 21 and 22 degrees respectively. Saturn and Jupiter square Sun-conj-Moon-conj-Mercury in the fourth/fifth houses and sextile my Venus/N.Node pair, who are combusting in my 6th house…I have a lot of pairs in my chart, double trouble.
My sexuality is therefore ‘intense’. Not necessarily in offensive measures (Gemini mars-conj-mercury after all) but in a matching game. I take what is thrown at me and turn it up a notch, searching for that connection that transcends the average acrobatic exercise to one that brushes at the skirts of the ethereal curtain separating our bodies from the divine and of which I am convinced can only be parted through the physical merging with a partner.
“combusting” is the operative word there. lol
I have mars (ruler of my eight) conj my north node and conj venus in my first, which is virgo Yaaaaaaay… ummm yay?
Cancer/Moon rules my 8th. I have Saturn in my 8th, and Moon in Capricorn. Saturn aspects everything. I learn from my lovers, for good or ill. I’d love to talk about sex more but it’s just not possible, with most people. I feel like I live in a culture that encourages bragging about sexual prowess…yes it’s very personal, sex is extremely personal. Yet conversations about it usually don’t even scratch the surface. Yeah, yeah, so and so loves it, someone else wants it, another person has no trouble getting it, etc. It’s rare to be able to go as deep as I need to go. I guess this is the burden of Saturn in 8th. I need a partner with experience, as experience brings a level of sophistication that is required for me to let my guard down. I need a partner with a sense of knowing. I can say, I have that with my guy. Happy:)
“i note what shows up.”
i like that and can relate. gosh, lots of response to this but having a very hard time finding the language for it, probably because it’s such a visceral/emotional thing (sex, i mean, and me with scorpio mars) and i find i balk, willingly, at trying to wrap intellect around it.
i haven’t had sex (with anyone other than myself) in a Very Long Time, since the ending of a long-term relationship, the conclusion of which has much in common with divorce, though we were not married.
i find – have found – that while i contemplate sex/lovemaking/fucking/etc., i know that viscerally/emotionally, i’m just not there, not “open” to it, as you say, and in no particular hurry, especially now after having realized ’tis the season (and has been) for a rebirth of sorts, even, where this post is concerned, to the degree that i “almost” feel as if i am regaining my virginity. (in my inner world, i AM.)
i am no longer who/what i was sexually, though i’d be hard-pressed to detail exactly how that is so. i DO know it’s a good change, the shedding of skin. beyond that i don’t analyze it, other than to appreciate the renewal and moving-in of a new way, or sensibility, or code. “back to the garden” comes to mind.
perhaps related – i’ve been ruminating on this one – is a dream i had a few nights ago in which i observed a young girl and a unicorn playing together on a grassy hillside. the unicorn itself (almost palomino in color, even the horn) seemed young.
natal mars in scorpio (5th house). almost all my 8th is aquarius.