I bought a tank top a few years ago. It’s very a ‘camp’ astrological graphic. It has two fishes with long eyelashes, purple hair and sparkles – it says, “Pisces, Sensitive Girl. I was born on March 20th – the cusp between Pisces and Aries and in every magazine, newspaper, and postcard 3/20 is Pisces.
In college, I was hanging out with a close friend who bought a huge astrological manual. He decided to look up my info and found that on the year I was born – 3/20 peeps were Aries. I was kind of in shock, having been a sensitive girl my whole life. We debated over it and found a section that allowed one to be a Pisces with Aries tendencies. I reluctantly accepted this, had a silent personality crisis and later denied that it ever happened.
Until last year. When the same friend got me an astrological reading for my birthday. The woman read my chart and said, you’re an Aries. I said, no, I’m a Pisces. To which she replied, Girl, you don’t want to be a Pisces. It’s time for you to be an Aries.
I couldn’t deny it. I’ve been living a passive, sensitive, mysterious life for too long. It’s time for me to take charge, exude confidence, but heads or whatever it is that rams do.
But I haven’t really told anyone. So now I’m telling everyone. I’m an Aries – hear me but heads. The BF suggested that I get a tank that says, Aries, bitch.
Tags: adult confessions, aries, astological reading, cusp, personality crisis, pisces
March 24, 2008 at 3:36 pm
welcome to Aries, bitch.
You’ll find it’s a much better ride. And don’t let propaganda fool you – we have our sensitive sides too. You just have to get past the horns first. 
March 25, 2008 at 8:49 am
yea, enough swimming with the fishes