Long-Haired Freaky People Need Not Apply

So I put my hair under my hat and I went in to ask him why…

Recognize those lyrics? No? Then you’re probably not old enough to be here. So go on, now. Shoo!

And today’s topic, boys and girls, is SIGNS.

And, for the record, long-haired freaky people are totally welcome. Emphasis on the freaky. (Short-hairs and baldies too!)

Right.

Soooo…

One of my blogger friends is trying to figure out my totem. I suggested to him that I might be a wortle (wolf + turtle), but somehow I don’t think he was impressed with my self-analysis. I suppose its possible that I could be a bear… But mostly I’m just bare, and I don’t think that’s quite the same thing.

But all his talk of totems got me thinking about the circumstances of my birth (NOT, mind you, the circumstances of my conception…I’d prefer not to think about my mother having sex, thankyouverymuch), and I want to help my dear friend along in his quest to figure me out (long pause while I contemplate whether or not this is even remotely possible), but I also thought it would be fun for me to try to figure you out.

So, for all five of you who read my blog, I pose this question:

What’s YOUR sign? (Or, in the aforementioned freaky-people speak: Like, what’s yer sign, dude?)

Puzzled? Me too! (We have so much in common!) I’m always puzzled when someone asks me this question.

And by ‘puzzled’ I don’t mean ‘I don’t understand the question’. Because of course I understand what a SIGN is.

Stop.
Slow Speed. School Crossing.
Achtung!
Welcome to Fort Bliss.
Buy One, Get One Free.
Limited Time Only.

Signs, signs, everywhere are signs,
Blockin’ up the scenery, breakin’ my mind,
Do this, don’t do that,
Can’t you see the signs?

This Musical Interlude was brought to you by the number 2 (which is how many orgasms I had yesterday) and the letter F. For Fever. And Fuckmeharderdammit!

Heh.

But I digress.

Back to the question.

What’s your sign?

I’m a Pisces. I was born on the cusp of Aries in the year of the Dragon. Which makes me a goal-driven creative pragmatist with a wild imagination who is also a bit…fierce. (I don’t necessarily breathe fire, but I have teeth and claws… So, um… It’s possible that I occasionally bite and scratch. But not hard enough to draw blood. Usually. I think.) An oldest child (for those of you who are into the birth order), I was born under Carter in the middle of a thunderstorm. Translated, that means I’m too honest to be any good as a politician, but I’m generous. And I’m wet.

Always, always wet. 😉

(Yes, I’m in my sexual prime. In case you were wondering. Or, ya know…even if you weren’t wondering. Just thought I’d put that out there. The information might cum in handy…)

Anywhoo…

That’s the simple answer.

So: What’s YOUR sign?

0 thoughts on “Long-Haired Freaky People Need Not Apply”

The Varied God August 10, 2012 at 4:01 am

Pisces too, and year of the Monkey. In my study of the seasons I’ve learned that most of the stereotypes about what your astrological sign is supposed to be like are more related to the season you’re born into. Thus a Virgo has a sunnier disposition than a Sagittarius. And a Pisces is full of vigor and, well, open sexuality. It’s springtime, for God’s sake! Let’s do it! You seem to exemplify this stereotype, and I think I always have too. Many people don’t understand the simple physical and spiritual liberation of an open sexuality, choosing to censure it. In that regard, I would say my totem is the Sphinx–inscrutable and mysterious. In my daily life I am thought to be cerebral and wise. But women who have gotten to know me quickly learn that I have . . . other interests. Some choose to be shocked that I am not ALWAYS reading and talking about what I’ve just read. It keeps me busy, I must say.

Reply ↓

mrsfever Post authorAugust 10, 2012 at 3:23 pm

I dig cerebral men. The brain is, after all, the biggest sex organ. 😉 And I’m not surprised at all that you have…well…*other* interests. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: EVERYONE knows Librarians are kinky! (And the ones who don’t? Hoo, boy! Are they in for a surprise!)

I get what you’re saying about the seasons. I wonder, though, if that’s true globally. After all, winter in Australia is summer here. Maybe Cancers down under are crabby? Lol. Food for thought.

I don’t really understand the totem thing, in terms of how it’s determined. But I adore my friend and he truly ‘gets’ me in ways that others never have, so I’d really like to learn more about it. It occured to me today that I might be an eagle, if for no other reason than that I tend to… Well. I’m a screecher. 😉

Thanks for taking the time to comment, Pisces. It’s always a pleasure to meet another fish in this sea. Even if he IS part monkey. (Hmmm… Fish + Monkey = Funky?)

Reply ↓

furbal1972 August 10, 2012 at 4:20 pm

Well, this long haired freaky person was born a Gemini in the year of the Rat. I use to match the profiles perfectly! 😀

Reply ↓

mrsfever Post authorAugust 10, 2012 at 4:39 pm

Gemini birth dates fall between seasons, which is one reason Geminis are considered ‘mutable’ (adaptable). From what I know of you, that fits.

I took the liberty of reading your Rat horoscope for today, and the first thing it said was “Did you overindulge today?” Hmmm… Can’t imagine why I was thinking of your affinity for Jaeger. 😉

Reply ↓

Bill August 19, 2012 at 12:05 am

I’m also a Pisces, Feb25. I think my sign is, “You are now leaving Fort Bliss.” I had basic training there during the summer.

Reply ↓

mrsfever Post authorAugust 19, 2012 at 5:33 am

I don’t remember where Army did his basic training. He was stationed at Bragg for six years though and I *do* remember that. Clearly.

Well.

I remember the sex, anyway. 😉

Reply ↓