Originally collected from people trying to win my Gemini perfume competition, the collected wisdom here is the ultimate take on Gemini characteristics.
Gemini is so my psyche. I’m my own identical twin-secret language, one thousand topics going on all at once and I never feel alone because there’s two of me in there. Gemini rises with Vesta, Chiron, and Venus – it runs rampant and buoyantly over the rest of my chart knocking carefully placed ideas off dusty shelves with a laugh and a cheeky apology. Gemini questions, and keeps me moving always. It keeps me young when the world conspires to age me rapidly. It gets me into trouble sometimes, but my Gemini always adores the challenge of trouble; giving it a reason to mold thoughts and feelings into hearty debates and witty replies. You either love or hate my Gemini, but only half of me cares. The other half has already moved on.
Only Half Of Gemini Cares – The Other Half Has Already Moved On
The coolest, most kick-ass, amazing woman I know just happens to be a Gemini. And my mother. She is a poet. A painter. A coffee shop owner. A foster mother to about 100 neighborhood kids and a general badass. Her kindness and “I am who I am. Deal with it or fuq right off” attitude has taught me how to navigate the choppy waters of life with grace and awesomeness.
I have got to nominate my Gemini sister here. I had recently listened to a talk on organ donors and how important it is to have a convo with relos (relatives) re your wishes. So I text my sister. “So…are you an organ donor?” Her reply is instant. ”Sure am, whatcha after ?” Gorgeous! I am constantly floored, entertained, impressed, surprised and enlightened by her whip-like mind. At family get-togethers, she is the circus ringleader with her immaculate joke telling skills, out loud ponderings and observations.
He Always Had Something Interesting In His Pockets
The coolest Gemini I have ever known was my dad. He was a cartographer and an anarchist. He wore second-hand silk shirts with the cuffs rolled up and felt hats that he would plant on my head at a crazy angle. Weirdly, he always had something interesting in his pockets – fancy nougat, fool’s gold, a tiny bottle of perfumed oil. Dad loved Lou Reed and Talking Heads and dancing. He was a brilliant gardener and a wild storyteller. So he wasn’t perfect and he wasn’t always present but he was incredible. He isn’t around anymore but I feel so lucky to have known him and to be his daughter.
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