Y’all my body is ready! She, they, he — we ready! On the 21st, my Saturn return in Capricorn completes itself and moves into Aquarius. I am an Aquarius. From @chaninicholas’s website: “The last time Saturn was in Aquarius (1991-1993), apartheid was dismantled.”
“Before that, Saturn was in Aquarius from 1962-1964, just before the Civil Rights Act [was adopted.] And before that, Saturn was in Aquarius from 1932-1935. The Great Depression had begun in 1929 [which eventually] saw the beginning of FDR’s New Deal...”
... bringing “social security, government infrastructure and banking regulations to the US.” Saturn moved into Capricorn, who rules tradition and status all that shit (🙄), in December of 2017, and doesn’t the last ~four years of Trump make sense, given that? The brief sojourn...
...we had earlier this year, around March to July, where Saturn was in Aquarius before returning to Capricorn to officially conclude, coincides when most of us were in serious, reparative lockdown from COVID. And then 🇺🇸 lost its mind and its discipline again come summer & welp..
My Saturn Capricorn also coincided with my entire transition, a reason I sort of distance myself from that word. Have I been transitioning or merely returning? Characteristically, the worst came at the very end, 2020, when nearly everyone was ready to literally attack me! Cray!
Lemme tell you I feel good & strong & fine af, smart, capable and, finally, let my doubt turn into its own mouth: for to speak my syllables. Saturn in Aquarius is literally My Man & we gonna have a long, sweet honeymoon & y’all be grateful for this too. Dump Trump. We finna fly!
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My heart goes out to @lizzo because she really can’t do ANYTHING but apparently sing about how “confident” she is. This allows a certain group of people to pity her, confusing that for support, while another group uses her for their campaigns, confusing that for the same. 💔
There is a specter to the black femme body as it approaches a kind of “liminal attractiveness.” I know that’s clunkily-put. I’m trying to find ways to discuss parallels I see between fathpobia and transphobia, so you will excuse if I make some faux-pas as I think this aloud.
What do I mean by liminal attractiveness? I mean that the body before you in all ways, but one, does invite your appreciation. However, that critical one difference (whether real or, more often, imagined) is the crucial Door of No Passage.