Pride Is Not a Sin
This week’s astrology is as queer as it comes. Obviously that’s a compliment.
Hi, doll.
This year, I’ve become a silence worshipper. I wake with the sun, when the city’s streets and parks are glamorously empty. I eschew small talk, and attend Quaker meeting, where we congregate wordlessly. I flock to empty beaches, deep forests, roads less travelled. More and more, I turn off the music, movies, social media I once relied upon for company, and listen to the wind itself.
So trust me when I say: This is a week to be loud and proud.
Even if you wanted to keep your trap shut, it would be damn near impossible. Tomorrow a full moon in mouthy, messy Sagittarius joins the sun in Chatty Cathy Gemini.
Paired together, these signs ensure we’ll be sharing our whole story. Saggie focuses on the big picture while Gemini zooms in on the details of everything, everywhere, all at once. Boosted by a full moon, which releases calcified energy by any means necessary, these two broads trumpet everything we need to hear, and exhort us to do the same.
This is a week to proclaim what’s in your heart and to preach to more than the choir.
Already there’s been an uptick in sloppy truth bombs. This strawberry full moon may be as juicy as its name implies, but it toes no lines, and Gemini Season (May 20-June 20) is always abuzz with big talk. Witness the broligarchical bitchfight capsizing social media. Witness Doecchi dedicating her BET award acceptance speech to the protestors of the unlawful LA immigration raids, and calling out DT.
Witness all the U.S. residents speaking truth to power at tremendous personal cost.
Justice is what love looks like in public.—Cornel West
Also: This is a maaaaajor Jupiter moment.
Tomorrow, Jupiter opposes the full moon in Saggie, which he already rules. Yesterday, this planet of amplification and wish-granting entered Cancer, the sign of care and compassion, where he will remain for nearly a year.
Usually I tell my clients Jupiter is the dude who will make everything happen for them. But in Cancer, he’s more of a divine masculine mama lion—someone whose care is palpable and powerfully infectious. Someone who incites us to protect and prize each other.
Starting this week, my man could kickstart a love revolution the likes of which this country hasn’t seen since 1969. He also could help you find more love and authentic community in your personal life.
All that you touch you change. All that you change changes you. The only lasting truth is change.”― Octavia E. Butler
Given the rise of white supremacist, everything-phobic techno-fascism, this prediction may feel very unlikely, and even on a good day I don’t advise relying too heavily on any astrological aspect. But I do believe the tide is poised to turn.
For most of this decade, this change Octavia reminds us is the only constant has taken the form of entropy. Every day, more rights and necessary guardrails have been stripped, and more people have been harmed by this heartless administration and its power-hungry lackeys.
It’s made me so sad that it’s probably why I’ve had little to say. I keep thinking: Oh, this is how the dystopia happens. Not all at once, but inch by inch, until suddenly it’s mile by mile and the nightmare is normalized.
Already we’ve lost most of the tools that could disarm the MAGA zombies seizing the streets. Really, all we have left is our bloody, still-beating hearts.
Thankfully, that’s everything.
Chani Nicholas writes:
Since January, I have had a spontaneous affirmation that rings inside of me that goes something like this: “It’s too late for them. We are too free. We are too many. We know too much.” It’s a simplistic normcore message, and I am not naive, nor am I ignorant to the destruction that has been and will be wrought. I know that they are trying to see what they can get away with, and then they’ll go as far as they can from there. I know they are a wrecking ball, and that they have our demise as their aim. But I am too full up on the blessings of those who came before me to be transfixed (for too long) by their shock and awe violence. I’m too loved to believe that something so bleakly boring has power over me. I’m too steeped in brilliant, rowdy, beloved queer culture to fall for such tacky tricks in cheap suits.
In its original denotation, queerness indicated a deviation from the prevailing norm. By that definition, under the shadow of MAGA, everyone who honors love in its myriad shapes and sizes is queer.
Everyone I read for is queer. Everyone I write for is queer. Everyone who still holds the dream of a country that cares for all its constituents is queer.
June is literally the month with the most sunlight, so it’s a beautiful time to come out from the shadows. Pride Month is a beautiful time for coming out, period.
So tonight and tomorrow, light a candle, purify yourself with sage or salt, meditate with crystals, journal, sob, scream. Dance by the light of this lovely full moon. Do whatever you need to do to summon the boldness of this lunation and let go of your fears of confrontation and being truly seen.
This evening, this week, this month, this year, let’s label ourselves however we want and love whomever we want. Let’s tell the hate-mongers that we love their souls, but not their nihilism, hatred, and violence. Let’s block their bullshit, and have each others’ back when we inevitably experience blowback.
Whatever you do, don’t hold your tongue.
Accept that getting a bad review, being unfollowed, stepping on the wrong toe, maybe getting more seriously injured or cancelled is part of this path, especially under the auspices of this blurty full moon. But also accept that you will commune more fully, radiate more light, and serve a better future.
Embrace Pride by being a lion of love.
One of the few things that has consistently made me happy this year has been my intuitive readings. In them, I actually am glad to speak, for I am downloaded with clear visions of positive change, and it is my deepest honor to share what I see. Some days it shocks me that I still see so much joy and proactivity in your paths.
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Your good word enables me to serve, and I am grateful.
With waggling eyebrows and slow kitty blinks,
