More adventures in Albuquerque and on topic re: Neptune on the midheaven. Am I saint, or sinner? You get to decide. I was talking to the soldier about long (for us) weekend:
“And what about that other guy. You know. The pig. That pig guy who was staring at me.”
“Well, P, he thought you were a whore.”
“A whore! A whore! How the hell am I mistaken for a whore? Was I dressed like a whore? Do I look like a whore? I find that hard to believe.”
“Well believe it. He thought you were a whore all right. He was hoping you were a whore, I’m sure.”
“Oh God. How could I be a whore? I looked nice!” said my Libra.
“You did look nice. But you could be a new whore, P. I’m sure that’s exactly what he was hoping and thought might be the case. As far as he knew, you could be a new whore so not all ragged yet,” he said, grinning. ‘First few days on the job.”
I stopped to stare at him. “Well I oughta…”
He stopped too and shrugged. “Sorry, but I guarantee you that’s what he was thinking. There’s a new whore, I better get some.”
“Oh for Godsakes! If I’d have known that I’d have kicked his teeth down this throat. I have been mistaken for a whore before you know. I didn’t like it then and I don’t like it now. When I was young, I was mistaken for a whore a few times and boy were those people sorry. So much for making a discreet proposition. I told them I was not a whore at the top of my lungs. Hard to say who was more shocked. Them when I broadcast their intentions all over the land or me, for being solicited in the first place. Both parties had their jaws dropped but anyway, I just think this is baffling. I’m the last person I would pick out as a whore out there. In my mind I look like an anti-whore. I look like the first person who will kill you for saying I’m a whore but then look at this. It would never occur to me I need a sign around my neck, I AM NOT A WHORE. They see me and think, obvious whore. I see me and think obviously not a whore. Can you see the trouble this causes?”
“I can. And I’m sorry but this is how it is.” And then he said the perfect “Neptune” thing. “It’s not that you look like a whore, it’s that they want you to be a whore… they wish you were a whore so when they look at you, you’re a whore.”
“It’s not that you look like a whore, it’s that they want you to be a whore… they wish you were a whore so when they look at you, you’re a whore.”
WOW! Thank him for so clearly defining the Neptune “thing”. I have been known to have fits of despair when attempting to figure out how to express that . . . 😀
Holy bejeezuz…Now I for sure know that we’re on the same Neptune page. I have been propositioned more than once having been mistaken for a whore.
I still haven’t erased the memory of some dirty old bastard offering me money for sex when I worked behind the bar. No matter how many times I refused to serve him and told him where to go, I got offered money, even when wearing a turtleneck and non-descript jeans.
Very, very annoying!
So this guy walks into a bar and sees a nun and thinks she’s a ___________?
I’ve gotten the whore thing before and the perfect saint as well. I let people think what they want, unless it’s really impt they know the truth. Then I kind of beat them over the head with it 🙂
It’s having prominent Neptune in Scorpio or something.
Really, DR???, because mine is there! That would explain much that’s happened to me in my life, because I thought it was just my physical appearance! Body shape, hair color, etc. I’ve often gotten hit on by guys that don’t seem to have any connection to me – I’m just tra-la-laing thru life when wham, “Wanna go F*ck?”
I just thought they were horndogs.
It’s the whore thing huh? Well, it probably won’t stop for awhile yet, as I look a bit young-ish for my age, but it’s nice to have some kind of explanation that it’s nothing in particular that I’m doing.
Neptune in Scorpio in the 12th house.
Part of what Robert Pelletier says over at astro.com about it is:
“There is an aura of mystery around you that is usually interpreted erroneously… A natural giver and helper, your ‘good Samaritan’ traits may create misunderstanding.”
I recently had this play out AGAIN (for about the hundreth time) by trying to give a male friend a small gift that would help him in his line of work and his wife went ape-crazy thinking I was trying to steal her man. Do what???? I handed it to him right in front of her and my husband, stated the obvious “this has to do w/your work and might be helpful” so how that get so misinterpreted is beyond me!
I have Neptune in Capricorn, I suppose this accounts for people assuming that I do well in school/am a hard worker when they meet me, though they soon find out this is not the case. Just because I have War and Peace beside me while sitting at a bar does not mean that I’m particularly smart or well read.
Whoa! Sooo Elsa, I have this same problem. Could it be the Scorpio energy? Because let me tell ya, those guys calling me a whore and asking for sex got the same treatment you gave. They better be glad I didn’t get a hold of them, because they would of had the other part of Scorpio, complete annihilation!
OMG I had no idea this happened to so many others! This oddly reassuring because when it happens I question my looks & energy. :/ Neptune trines my MC — seeing what is wished for… and Neptune in the 2nd is involved in a t square. Is whoring and 8th house thing?
I occasionally also get the wife/girlfriend misinterpretations like dreamsAreality which is a so frustrating, I’ll try to straighten it out but will distrust me even more.
I meant they (the wife / GF) will distrust me even more, even if there’s a SO in my life.
Anyway, this reminds me… I’ve been approached 5 times that I can remember clearly, mostly by women, to work as a professional escort. Add 2 more times for dungeon work only?! What were they thinking? Am thinking it must be the triple Taurus in the 8th opposing the 2 house Scorpio Neptune which trines the MC (& Pluto involved).
Everytime I’m shocked, I mean last Winter I was walking home with a bag of groceries, almost there and fishing for my keys when a guy walked straight up to me and asked me how much. I was like Uh? How much for what? And he was … you know…ladeda. I was stunned, aren’t they veggies sticking out of my grocery bag??? he finally figured I wasn’t a whore, flushed and profusely apologized in embarrassment. He was a young suit and handsome too. So weird.
As a neptune in 1st house, this reminded me of a thing. One day I was out and two guys started to comment out loud about me – used a word that means vulgar/ostentative/- looking like a skank but not being one kind of word- just as in style. I was upset by that as in there was nothing indecent about my outfit, fully clothed with a jacket on top of it, blue and black- so not very visible colors- but I remember I had some earrings. Coming to the dorm, I just took my earrings and went downstairs in the same outfit and some other people ask me how’s mormon* life and having a hard time believing I am not one. (using mormon because that’s more or less the equivalent). It was a very wtf moment. I don’t relate to either states of the spectrum- so that was something else.