With as much charisma as Zeus might render when shaking the sky with a thunderbolt of electricity, I have mustered up the courage to face another year of celebrating my virginal status. If upon reading my bio, you notice I have a daughter, you may marvel at how I claim vestal status?
It is simple really - it is my birthright.
As a kid, I envied the Lions, Fishes, and the Crabs. They had all the fun. I mean really, what was with this homely looking broad anyway? The animals were surely having more fun in the heavens than she was with her dowdy dress and inability to pinch any fingers or rule the heavens with a mighty Rrroooaaarrrr! To make matters worse, all my friends had fun stars to look up at during their birthdays. What is left of my constellation doesn't resemble much of anything; in fact, contemporary astronomers don't link this sixth sign in the zodiac to any constellation due to the progression of the equinoxes. No stars? Not cool man, just not cool.
During my teen years, my virginal zodiac was a moment of quiet embarrassment mixed with vampish wonder. While I would twitter my eyes at the mention of my, Ahem..."virginity", my coquettish smile would saunter out to relish the opportunity to speak of the forbidden. There was no more enviable zodiac in the sky as far as I was concerned; my birthday indicated an inherent flirting excuse. As a boy-crazed, big-haired, self-obsessed teen, any opportunity for virginal name-dropping was appreciated by any teenager within earshot.
Now, I'm ripening. Knowing the Romans may have bedded under these stars in their full glory to worship their Gods of fertility sways something sublime within me. As I am a Christmas baby, coming exactly 40 weeks after Christmas and on the cusp of the fall equinox, I fully appreciate the European push to associate the stars with the Virgin Mary. Whether Pagan or Christian, the celebration of my life is christened with life affirming properties from the heavens above. It still reminds me of sex, and with all the maturity I can muster...I still giggle.
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After many years of grinding, I find this year to be one of the fullest I have experienced. I am thankful to myself, above all, for being a determined, loving, and generous soul who requires nothing of others which I do not require tenfold of myself. Most of all, it is a blessing to treat myself gently and abandon any harshness towards my soul. I am still unfolding.
Happy Birthday to Me!
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I laugh about the zodiac musings - as a fellow Virgo, I've always been "meh" about my sign. But hey - I can look at it as an annual 'revirgination' ritual. :D
@M.Jeri: It does put a different spin on it, eh? Much tired of being considered "shrewd" or "anal". I'll go with virgin...