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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Yes. AND ARIANS ARE HEARTLESS AND INSENSITIVE TO THE MAX! AQUARIANS ARE EXTREMELY RUDE AND COLD. SAGITTARIANS DON'T WATCH THEIR BIG MOUTHS. PERIOD!!!
Or no. Wait. These are kind of exxagerated, don't cha think? Or perhaps there are certain reasons to why they are that way at certain and people just don't delve enough into the details to understand them. Hmm...
Cut to the point: your emotional statement falls short of credibility. Obviously, you did your Cancer injustice in some way and he got back at you with his dark moods. Maybe you need to learn to be more sensitve. Or maybe you simply need to watch your mouth more around him. Okay? GET OVER IT!
This load of overly-exaggerated rubbish was probably written by someone born of a sign incompatible to Cancer. I'm guessing he's either Sagittarius, Aquarius, or Libra. OR, he might be Cancer's most hostile companion, Aries.
Concluding, I think his Cancerian boyfriend did not do him and their relationship well so now he's projecting his negative feelings of him on all Cancers. It's as if I felt his pain when I read between the lines his cry of annoyance in this article. :) :)
I Am A Cancer, And Yes ... Admit To Having My "Time Of The Month" Almost Every Other Day ... but You Forgot To Also Mention That Cancers Are Very Loveable, Emotional, & Seek After Love.
Speaking of spice, I DON'T LIKE COOKING!
I eat pie, I don't make pie..OK!
We dare to be different and care for the people who are special to us, and FYI, comments like these only make us grow stronger.
Being 'moody' means that we experience all types of moods at intervals in one day. From ups to downs.
Cancer men are also attracted to beauty. We pass up the gems that come to us constantly because we are searching for the rare diamond that we will love forever. We break a lot of hearts as we search for the perfect mate. And yes, we are moody. But moods are not always bad...we are the life of a party and often the center of attention because of our witty and fun moods we have.
TAKE iiT BACK!!!!!!!!
ii DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE PIE!!!!!!!!!
thats all rubbish. i'm extremely spontanious, hate home cooking channels, love to be center of attention, and make all my firends laugh. i'm mostly cynical(which is different from negative, really!)and slightly aggressive and opinionated. which is actually probably my chinese sign (fire tiger). and the guy who's b/f is a cancer WAKE UP, HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU. the fact he openly admitts cheating just proves how much of a ride he's taking you for, and that it won't last.
The writer obviously got dumped or ignored by a Cancer.
Don't be hating on Cancers because you don't have game.
When it comes to gourmet grub Cancers will knock your Gene Meyer socks off. Couple that with some fabulous gay flair and it's certainly sensory overload.
I only wish that I could find a Cancer I could get along with. I am getting tired of cooking for myself, or paying to eat out every night.
No, I am not going too far with this.
Why would you write such things? Even if they were true.