Venus conjunct Mars synastry is rightly renowned for its deathless lust, life-enhancing properties and ability to inspire crazy romances. Here, a prime example of the genre.
First of all, thank you from the bottom of my confused heart for your cosmic guidance and insights. This Venus retrograde has been a nostalgia-filled trip down bad memory lane. I’ve tried to avoid the potholes. I’ve kept to myself and stayed busy. I slipped up once and e-stalked an ex-boyfriend for 20 minutes to see his wedding photos—they were nice, beautiful bride. But mostly, I’ve conducted myself with chill, considering the sky is reminding us of all the “BUT WHY?” decisions we’ve ever made.
Last month, out of nowhere, an old acquaintance messaged me. I’ve always pitied him, so I wrote him back, foolishly. That unleashed a barrage of requests to go stay at his house and basically begin what would be a brilliant relationship between the two of us. Wait—what? When I told him I was unable to do that, he hounded me with emails and texts, asking questions about music, TV, movies, and anything else he could think of to rekindle rapport. But it’s long gone, and I have moved on. He is and was a Love Zombie tripping out on his undead dreams and unmet needs, poor thing.
He Was Into Kung-Fu And Chem Trails – I Was Blinded By Our Insane Physical Connection
While dealing with the guilt and confusing feelings produced by this man’s continued contact, I received a phone call from an unknown number. A different man, a different life. This one was an actual ex-boyfriend—from many years ago. He was a man with whom the physical intensity was intense and real, but that’s where it all ended. He was into kung fu and chem trails, and I was so blinded by our insane physical connection (he’s Mars in Pisces, I’m Venus in Pisces, ahem…), I overlooked the lack of a mental one.
What did this man want, you ask? After figuring out who it was (it took me five full minutes), he asked me for a favor. I was to go to an address, collect a box from his “friend,” and deliver this box to his other “friend.” What?! Why? What’s in the box? All good questions. Because I once loved this shady fellow, it took all of my willpower to turn him down, even though it has been years since we broke up.
After I let him know I am not a professional courier, but that they do exist, I got off the phone and got angry. I’m sure there were drugs or something illegal in the box. Of course, I blocked his number, but WHAT is this Venus Retrograde? Tempting us to gaze back at boyfriends past with rose-colored glasses is one thing, calling me up to be a drug mule and reminding me of how weak and easily duped I used to me is something else entirely. As a Taurus with Venus in Pisces and Mars in Libra, I know I’m particularly impacted by Venus retros—but this one takes the cake. My question is: WHY is this happening and WHEN will it end?
Vexed by Venus
The Clitoris Has Nerve Endings – Not Brain Cells
Dear Vexed By Venus,
Congratulations on executing a perfect textbook Venus Retrograde! To answer your “why?” It’s an astral passage that illuminates your love life to date and empowers you in the now. Check your Horoscopes for cues re all this. I too have had various mysterious re-connects from past love interests, the kind that feels more like an alien encounter. Or as if you need to put a line of salt across the threshold straight away.
It’s super strong now as Venus is stationing at the end of the Zodiac. And for all of April, the Love Goddess is in aspect to Time God Saturn. Of course, you’re getting object lessons in previous choices, current strengths and what would constitute a formidable alliance. The stronger and more authentic you get the less you can countenance flimsy, “colorful” lovers. They morph into anecdotes, at best.
As an older woman once warned me when I was a teenager; bad boys turn into bad men. How dare he try to sleaze-compel you into doing his dirty and no doubt dangerous errands. Spray the phone with eucalyptus oil to disinfect it from his auric emanations. But you know what? I bet you were thrilled to hear his voice. Venus conjunct Mars synastry is insidious. Even when the person in question is, as you put it, shady, you physically react to them. Muscle memory? Hormones? The clitoris has nerve endings, not brain cells.
Over Time, They Morph Into Anecdotes
Every time I read one of those crazy tabloid relationship stories, like a prison guard running off with one of her prisoners, I think “Venus-Mars.” It’s the sort of hormonal heat that has a half-life of centuries. So even though you did not get drawn into his Chaos Addiction, there was a part of you that would have, so long as it ended up in, you know, bed.
Another example of Venus conjunct Mars synastry: My neighbor once turned up at my house, unexpectedly and drunk. She needed support, she said. A happily married woman, she’d gone to her ex-boyfriend’s mother’s funeral to ‘pay her respects’ and experienced such extreme lust at the wake that she had to leave. Now she was back trying to resist his bombardment of “I need you” texts. She didn’t even like him and he was the sort of guy who ate Cheezels while watching fishing shows. She’s Vegan. She had not thought of him in years but the physical proximity rebooted the insane synastry. His Mars in Capricorn was bang-on her Venus in Capricorn.
And I am sure I speak for everyone here when I say congratulations on resisting the dodgy Mars Man!
Images: Hold Your Man – 1933