“Sexual Astrology”

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Darryl was technically almost my patient, which is the first of several things about the Gemini chapter that I would rather not examine too closely. He came into the cardiac unit on a Thursday with something that turned out to be nothing – a stress response presenting as arrhythmia, resolved in four hours, discharged with…

Marcus was not a plan. I want to be clear about this because the Taurus chapter is where the experiment gets complicated to explain – not because anything complicated happened, but because nothing complicated happened, and I am not used to that being a positive quality. I met Marcus at a bar on a Thursday…

I should explain about my mother first, because she is the context for everything. My mother is beautiful and chaotic and genuinely, infuriatingly wise in the specific way of people who have arrived at correct conclusions through methodology that any reasonable person would reject. She reads charts. She pulls tarot. She believes in karma with…

I’m standing at the window of my apartment looking at my mother’s kitchen light. This is my life now. I am thirty years old, a registered nurse with a specialty in cardiac care and an unplanned minor in applied astrology, and I live directly across the street from my mother, which is either the most…