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The Gay Cancer: You have a license to mother.

Crabby?  You?  Only in the morning.  Before lunch.  All day Tuesday and most of Sunday.  Leap years.  At high altitudes and low barometric pressures.  Oh, just admit it, Cancer.  You're a moody one.  You are ruled by the moon after all, and we know what that means: it's always your time of the month.  I'd try to cheer you up, but you have the most annoying habit of twisting a compliment into a death sentence.  It's one thing to be creative, but however did you get "You look tired" from "You look lovely in pink"?  Impossible is what you are!  Given the right state of mind, every innocent comment can be a back-handed cutter waiting to be discovered.  We love you for your sensitivity.  But there are times when we just can't stand your sensitivity.  If you're a smart little crab, you'll surround yourself with people you love and trust.  It's no guarantee that you won't have your sad days, fat days and Boy George in rehab days, but without a solid home base you'd be miserable.

I don't mean to gnaw on an empty crab shell, Cancer, but you'd better watch it.  You're getting a rep.  What's that in the corner, wallowing in a pool of snot and self-pity?  Oh, just the Piteous Cancerous.  You'll find them in the restaurant restrooms, department store dressing rooms, blandly decorated living rooms and garish art-deco rumpus rooms... bad home decoration offends the Cancer's sensibilities.  Between sobs, you'll sit the offender down and flip on HGTV or TLC as though you are leading some kind of intervention.  If Hildi happens to be terrorizing some poor suburban family on "Trading Spaces," you'll quickly change the channel.  And don't pretend you don't know Hildi.  You know Hildi.  You've been riding the cable television home-improvement craze since it's nascence.  And the food network.  Especially the food network.  Home just isn't home unless the scent of pot roast and strudel knocks your guests over the head from the moment they step across your kitchy straw welcome-mat.  You have a license to mother.   And people let you, because you do it with a zeal that borders on obsessive compulsive disorder.  You embody an army of Italian/Polish/Mexican/Armenian Grandmothers who insist that even the Type II Diabetics among us must be starving.  It's hard to resist that kind of charm for long.  That, and everybody is afraid of making you cry.  And did I mention you make pie?  Damn good pie, in fact.

Please don't shoot the messenger: you're the ultimate girly-man.  I guess in your line of work (being gay, that is) it's not a bad thing.  Whenever the boys stop by for a visit you've got the coffee and the gossip brewing, always ready to employ the most cunning pie-diplomacy where ever it might be needed.  Sadly, it is not useful enough in this carb-conscious age of ours.  Still there's plenty to keep you busy: shuttling your mother to the hairdresser, picking up your sweetie's dry cleaning, fertilizing your herb garden, vacuuming under the sofas and bedazzling your niece's jumpsuits.  Bedazzling?  Where do you find the time?  It seems that all the home arts are your especial domain.  You can't wait to get your M.R.S., if only so you can push your partner out of the way when it comes time cultivate a pack of Lhasa Apsos or Homo Erectus-es.  Not that your partner will be going anywhere.  He'll be so fat by the time you're through with him, he couldn't turn the head of a stripper at Gold Coast. 

You like your romance like you like your meals: rich and leisurely.  You're a sentimental sap, that's all.  What's the use in trying not to fall?  None, my dear.  You fall in love and stay there.  Security is the name of the game.  You want it at any cost.  Too bad it can't be outright purchased, though it doesn't mean you won't try.  You'll stop at a boutique window and admire the new seersucker trousers they're showing this spring, and then lament that you're too poor to indulge.  Too poor to indulge from your clothing budget, that is.  As opposed to your travel fund, hope chest,  unborn grandchildren college trust and Swiss bank account.  You're not stingy, hardly.  You're very generous with your friends and family.  But money buys drapes and Ghirardelli chocolate, the things that make you happiest; therefore, one can never have enough.  Sometimes, this desire to be prepared for a rainy day can manifest itself in an unfortunate tendency to accumulate clutter.  I could evoke the happily discarded clothing styles from a bygone age, but I think one word sums it up: Rave.  I went there.  Don't you think putting old clothing out of it's misery is the humanitarian thing to do?  I suggest watching "Mission: Organization".  Check HGTV for times.

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Someone hasn\'t had good times with the Cancerian folk >.<
Still I\'m moodish.
#259 - Jorsh - 08/03/2014 - 09:40
Someone hasn't had good times with the Cancerian folk >.<
Still I'm moodish.
#258 - Jorsh - 08/03/2014 - 09:39
seriously?
This feels like it was written by a bag of flaming cheetos. It's completely horrible, and overly specific with its references to things. The whole thing was typical queeny "fierce wit".

I couldn't stomach to get more than half way through it.
#257 - Bex - 07/30/2014 - 07:38
???..
after reading this i do not really know where to start..i am a cancer and i admit i have my moody days and i have reasons for them..but to show any king of weakness is not really my style..there are many different kinds of cancers and it all depends how each individual grew..i would not take the information from this to the heart..i believe that we are individuals..not a group of bit**y, "crabby", tearjerkers..
#256 - Baja.. - 06/27/2014 - 09:12
Moody is it
I see some Cancers commenting that they are not all that moody. My friend ended up being entirely too emotional for me. I limit my contact with him. He makes me physically ill with his almost constant conflict, strife, and anger. I actually began weaning him about 5 years after I met him. It is now going on 14 years. I rarely see him and he does call a lot and I don't always answer his calls or his texts. Sometimes I have to remind him that we are not and haven't been all that close for quite awhile. He don't even acknowledge it and then launches into his current dilemma.
#255 - Cody - 05/27/2014 - 03:50
OH MY GOODNESS
As a Cancer, I really had to laugh at this write up....I so wish I wasn't like this but the truth is I am...I do have a drape budget! I do over feed my man! I do vacuum under my furniture...daily!!!
But I like most Cancers are loving and loyal...treat us right and you get anything you could ever want. ;-)
#254 - Dayle - 01/08/2014 - 05:05
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