Gemini and Leo
Back, twins … … … .
As Gemini calculates the sunny but sometimes insufferable antics of the Lion, the Twins wonder: Does the big cat actually possess such complete self-assurance? Or could Leo only be trying to prove that the reality is as infallible and fearless as the image?—a typical Gemini mind trip.
As the Lion or Lioness lazily studies the Mercurial Gemini Twins, he (or she) has a similar thought: All that mental and physical activity must be a compensation of some kind. Survival alone isn’t sufficient reason for so much unnecessary maneuvering. Is Gemini trying to span East, West, North, and South all at once to hide the fact that he (or she) is lost in the woods with a broken compass?
They’ve both guessed the truth about each other. Yes, Leos are trying to prove to themselves and the rest of the world, through a show of arrogant bravado, that Lions and Lionesses are as brave inwardly as they outwardly seem. And yes, Gemini is trying to prove to the Twin Self and everyone else that he-she is racing straight ahead, in the right direction, and not really running around in circles.
Because their two Sun Signs are sextile, creating a 3-11 vibration between them, they’re intuitive about each other, are inclined to friendship, despite any differences between them from time to time, and they have a mutual talent for whistling in the dark. When they whistle a tune together, in harmony, it’s easier to convince themselves that all is well. Unlike Scorpios (except for the Grey Lizards), who are deeply and unshakably certain of their superiority, the Lion and Lioness believe that if they roar loudly enough, no one will suspect that they tremble with apprehension over their private fear that they may not be completely equal to every occasion that may arise. The King and Queen of the jungle pride—or of any kingdom, classroom, office or home—must never lose face before their adoring subjects, who respect and worship the monarchy, only because their rulers are capable of handling any minor or major emergency with majestic finesse, regal dignity and wisdom. It’s the quintessence of royalty to project nobility of spirit and strength of character to the weaker masses. Strangely, and rather wonderfully, in pretending to be all these things, Leo actually becomes them, rediscovering through every human crisis (to his or her secret surprise and delight) that the Leonine courage really is as powerful and awesome as the Lion’s roar insinuates.
Geminis have the same sort of good fortune with their apparent self-deception. While the Twins are selling others, they’re simultaneously selling themselves the validity of their own dreams. Gemini tells stories, flavored with excitement, always amusing, some of them with a double-switch O’Henry ending, instilling enthusiasm and inspiring more cautious, practical souls. With the brush of imagination, Geminis paint marvelous word pictures of nonsensical things and somehow manage to make them seem real and logical to sane people, as well as to themselves. By so believing, Mercury dreams eventually materialize and manifest.
Because Leo inwardly senses that Geminis are telling the truth as they see it, the large Leonine heart goes out to the Twins in sympathetic recognition of a soul brother—or sister. Of course. Leo understands. It’s like the song from The King and I—make believe you’re brave, and the trick will get you far. You can be as brave—as you make believe you are!
What hurts and perplexes the Gemini Mercury Birds is the way others, who are less sympathetic than Leo, interpret their talent for conjuring up imagery. They can’t fathom why it is, when other people do the same thing, they’re called creative, imaginative—astute traders, or shrewd businessmen. When the Twins do it, they’re called con artists, liars—or, at the very least, deceptively slick and quick with the facts. Geminis think they have the world and everyone in it analyzed down to the last nuance. That is, until they bump up against the exceptions to the rule and finally come to the conclusion that the world may consist entirely of exceptions. It figures. The Twins themselves are.
From childhood, Geminis have been acutely aware that illusion is the most dependable of all riches. No Broadway stage is as packed with drama and color as the theatre of the mind. And so, the Twins cast themselves in all roles, from the character actors to the ingenues, from the stars to the lowliest bit players, sometimes slipping into the part of the stagehands or musicians. Why not? They’ve also decided they’re the producers and directors, so they can be whatever they choose to be.
However, when playing the boards with the Big Cats, the Twins best be cautious about grabbing off the plum titles of Star, Director or Producer. If there’s any kind of show going on, anywhere, at any time, actual or make-believe, you can bet your greasepaint and footlights that Leos are going to insist on directing it and producing it—and most definitely will star in it. No one successfully outshines a Lion or a Lioness for very long, let alone upstages a King or Queen.
That’s usually just fine and dandy with the airy, detached Geminis. The Twins are, if the truth be told, actually far more interested in changing the scenery than in hogging the encores. They appreciate press notices as much as Leo, and they’re equally if not more adept in the art of getting heard about or written about. But they’ll normally, if they’re typical Mercury Birds, move gracefully aside and allow the vainer Leos to take most of the bows before a live audience.
Is it because Gemini is a Mutable Sign? Not necessarily. The Twins have another method to their madness. When you’re out front, headlining the show, you see, you’re vulnerable to being inspected by a bunch of curious Strangers.
It makes many Geminians in the entertainment field uncomfortable if he-she can’t wear the many-colored cloak of multifaceted identity, which is so handy for disguising a Twin—or even Triplet—personality, who’s pretending to be one single entity.
It’s been said that inside every plump person is a skinny twin, longing to escape. That’s especially true of the chubby Geminis, who have gained weight in an unconscious effort to hide their secret selves—to stop running so fast—because they were bored into eating by a lack of opportunity for physical activity and mental challenge—or through some hidden guilt and frustration connected with their tangled emotions. Gemini fatties, however, are rare, since the skinny Twin is normally the more insistent one, because of being aware that the ability to flash around, thin, and therefore less noticeable, is a more effective means of masquerading. This is the real reason why the few plump Mercury Birds are so very much more miserable than people of any other Sun Sign (except Scorpio and Pisces) who have gained weight. They don’t mind the burden of extra pounds so much, and they’re not unduly concerned over their health—it’s just that it makes them so visible, spoiling all their fun and games.
The difference between the Geminian and Leonine natures regarding visibility and public exposure was rather gloriously demonstrated when I was giving a talk in Washington, D.C. before a very large crowd, consisting mainly of the press, at a banquet honoring an outspoken Virgo for her contributions in the political arena..
When I asked how many Leos were present, hands shot up all over the place instantly—and they remained up, as high as possible, many of them waving frantically in an attempt to be noticed. When I followed that request by asking the Big Cats to please stand and be recognized, heads started bobbing, right and left, as all the Lions and Lionesses present in the ballroom of the Hotel Shore-ham that night rose grandly to the occasion. Then, while the audience loudly applauded, all those Leos, as if on cue, immediately began bowing quite formally, graciously accepting their rightful homage—even the Shy Pussycat Leos, who saw their chance to finally be on stage and take a few curtain calls. It was truly, astrologically and otherwise, hilarious. My tape recording of the event clocks the resulting roars of laughter from the other Sun Signs present at a full three minutes, during which time the applause grew louder and louder, as the Big Cats kept bowing repeatedly.
As a sort of test, a few moments after the general uproar had died down, I invited all the Geminis present to raise their hands. Come on, I urged, let’s have a show of hands from all the Twins here tonight. Not one single hand was raised in the entire, huge ballroom. Quickly, a ripple of whispering passed among the audience, as everyone wondered why the Geminis weren’t answering the astrological roll call, especially since I had just pointed out that there are, statistically, in several countries, including the U.S.A., more June births than any others. Obviously, percentagewise, there should have been at least one Gemini in that large crowd.
The audience had no idea what was happening, but I did. Any astrologer would have known. The Twins prefer to observe, without being specifically identified themselves. Geminis are seldom anxious to be recognized by a crowd. Also, some of them were undoubtedly present at the banquet after telling a friend, mate or relative that they were going somewhere else, following which they changed their minds—and they didn’t want to get caught by those present later remarking on their presence because they had become publicly visible to the entire group. The rest of them were reluctant to expose themselves for as many assorted reasons as there are individual (or dual) Geminis.
I made all these remarks aloud to the audience—and repeated my invitation to the Geminis. Very slowly and hesitantly then, only about three or four hands were partially raised in the packed room. Suddenly a wave of laughter burst forth from everyone, as heads turned toward the rear of the ballroom, where what resembled a conga line of a dozen or more Geminis were attempting to sneak out the door without being noticed. As the laughter rose, and people began calling out to the departing Geminis they knew by name, they all began actually running past the astonished doorman. Everyone present, myself included, completely broke up.
And thus did I discover by sheer accident what turned out to be a most enlightening, as well as hilarious, way to prove the validity of Sun Signs to a large gathering of skeptics and believers.
The twin Mercury gifts of charm and glibness make the typical Gemini an expert Lion trainer, cleverly cajoling Leo to docily jump through his (or her) double hoops. For example, Leo might ask Gemini, What am I really like? I mean, how do I appear to people?
And Gemini will answer, Well, you’re incredibly egotistical and arrogrant. But you’re also open-minded, friendly and generous. (With Leos, you let them have the painful truth near the beginning, then quickly slam in a compliment at the close.) But the Lion or Lioness may persist, stroking his (or her) vanity and demanding, Do others see my virtues as clearly as you? If so, then why are they always underestimating me?
Gemini: Of course they do. Everyone knows you’re a fantastic person, a little conceited, and stuffed full of yourself, but you’re a terrific organizer. It’s obvious that you have a wiser head and cooler emotions than the average person. Anyone who doesn’t give you credit for it is jealous, and not worth concerning yourself about.
You see how it works? When you’re conversing with a Lion, you sandwich the cold facts in between thick slices of warm flattery. There’s a Mercurial technique to it—like, grovel while you’re leveling with them.
Actually, Leos are excellent organizers, expert at delegating authority, and Fixed enough to wait out with composure the final success of their grandiose schemes and promotions. But they may not show as much patience with Gemini’s changeability. The Big Cats can become indignant over the Twins’ tendency to speed through life, discarding former convictions like yesterday’s newspaper, tossing away homes and jobs and friends with minor flaws, too soon, with absolutely no reflective retrospection, but simply dashing off blithely to the next fascinating interest. To the loyal, more languid Lion or Lioness, fast is not always best, or right. Then Leo will feel obliged to enlighten Gemini with one of those regal Leonine lectures.
You’re pretty good at dabbling in the dairy and skimming off the surface cream, but it’s always turning sour on you. That mental sharpness you think is so great cuts a lot of large holes in your common sense, and they’ll trip you up when you least expect it. Someday you’ll thank me for warning you.
Leos, the eternal Big Brothers and Sisters, are unable to resist predicting that the people they benevolently guided are going to want to look them up someday and seek them out to thank them for their unsolicited pearls of wisdom. As if Gemini had time to stop and make out a list of such obligations. The Mercury Birds are too busy selling that sour cream as buttermilk. As for the holes Leo cautioned them about, Geminis will simply leap out of them, land on their feet, and skate across the same thin ice again, while Leo pouts and asks petulantly, Don’t you ever get caught?
Well, yes, sometimes Geminis do get caught by their own cleverness. But why worry, when the brave King (or Queen) will pull them out in a splendid, high-definition, last-minute rescue? Then, Leo will blush and bow (modestly) as Gemini sings Leo’s favorite lyric of flattery. Boy! You sure were right about everything you said. Thanks for warning me in time. I don’t know what I’d do without you, cry the Twins, quite probably sincerely, who have now managed to have their cake and eat it too (royal protection—plus freedom).
It was nothing, modestly replies the Lion or Lioness, purring and rolling over happily in the catnip of Gemini charm. It’s the duty of the stronger and wiser to protect the weak and foolish from the folly of their ways. Just remember in the future to do as I tell you, and you’ll stay out of trouble.
Okay, I promise! cheerfully call out the Twins, as they wave goodbye and dash off. But Gemini knows, deep down inside, that what Leo said is true. Frustrating, annoying, often infuriating … but true.
Gemini Woman and Leo Man
. . she tells him stories about himself, to which he listens eagerly. .…
A Leo man will often deny his superiority complex and try to hide his exaggerated need for respect, but he can’t fool the bright Mercury female who loves him. A Gemini woman I know once swore to a group of friends gathered in their living room that her Leo husband had none of the characteristics of his Sun Sign. Philip is neither vain nor domineering, she insisted. He’s an unassuming person, who doesn’t feel superior to anyone.
Modest Philip agreed. I have no desire to lord it over people, he murmured quietly, I’m just an average guy. To which his Gemini wife added quickly, He’s more than just an average guy. He’s super special. What I meant to say is that he’s not at all bossy, and he’s certainly not an egotistical show-off.
It fooled everyone in the room. This kind, gentle host, with the courteous manner, was obviously not a roaring Lion. He lounged unobtrusively in the corner, exuding a soft, warm glow and making no attempt at all to command the conversation. Of course, I could have enlightened their guests. But my Gemini friend had cleverly stroked her big Lion into purring so contentedly by that time, I didn’t have the heart to break up her little Mercury game.
What do you think this shy Pussycat does all day when he’s not languidly relaxing at home, accepting his mate’s compliments with a self-effacing air? He’s in a tricky, special branch of law—foreign oil leases. He spends a very large income, which he earns from spending his very valuable time telling very large industries what they may and may not do. When you’re handing out advice to billionaires and giving companies like Exxon and Standard Oil an occasional tweak on the nose, you don’t need any extra outlets for the Leonine ego.
A Lion who is on stage at work, exercising his vanity and passing out his wisdom, can afford to be a little meek socially. Especially when he has a Gemini wife, who knows exactly how to butter him up, by singing his praises so charmingly, there’s no need for him to indulge in vulgar bragging about himself.
Gemini and Leo vibrate to a 3-11 Sun Sign Pattern, so there’s often sacrifice required in the relationship, some great benefit gained, due to the karmic tie between them—memories of past lives. Like all such 3-11 vibrations, the association is usually a fated one, an involvement difficult to resist, in family or business ties, as well as in friendship and romance. The Leo man feels compelled to teach the Gemini woman things which may truly change her life even more than he feels compelled to instruct others, and that’s saying a lot. She can expect more than the ordinary number of Leonine lectures, as this man continually points out her flaws and tells her what she’s doing or thinking wrong, from her diet and clothing to her political views and religious concepts. But the same soul memory which prompts Leo to lecture Gemini also brings an unconscious sense of gratitude for former favors received and causes the Lion to also want to protect the Gemini female. He instinctively sympathizes with her shortcomings, even as he tries to correct them.
Likewise, the Gemini woman is defensive of her Lion. She wants to shield him from the hurt caused by others when they wound his great vanity unintentionally. Something inside her perceptive heart tells her the right thing to say and do, at the right time, to bring out all his warm tenderness and generosity. She looks up to him as a safe, loving haven from a world of skeptics, who don’t understand her. Naturally, this flatters the Big Cat’s masculine pride, which he possesses in greater abundance than the average male, and makes him cherish her all the more. It can slowly slither into a mutual-admiration society.
However, their basic compatibility won’t prevent spells of rebellion on both sides. Her airy nonchalance can fire the Leo temper, which is slow to ignite, but difficult to extinguish, once it’s aroused and flaming. Then she may use the quarrel to practice her syntax and sarcasm, which will cut sharply into his Leonine ego. If her multiple Mercury fascinations and outside interests should distract her from daily worship of the Lion, he’ll wonder what any other Monarch wonders when his subjects are too busy to line up at the curb and cheer him as he passes—maybe they’re no longer loyal to their King? Maybe she’s found someone she admires more than him?
The poor woman just doesn’t realize what she’s risking. All the females he loved and left, before her, were simply devastated by grief—as he’s told her many times. She’d just better mind her p’s and q’s or (speaking of the alphabet) Leo will dig out his well-thumbed, fat little black book and ring up a few numbers between A for Amy and Z for Zelda. Yes, most of his old paramours are married now, though a couple of them joined the convent. But Leo is quite positive that any one of his discarded slaves (including the nuns) would jump—snap!—like that!—if she thought there was the slightest chance of being recalled into the service of His Majesty. Some women know when they’re lucky.
Because Leo is more Fixed, and therefore more practical than the Mutable Gemini, her erratic behavior could spark some angry sputters from the Lion. She may forget his dinner in her excitement over a new book she’s reading, chatter on the phone when he needs an audience, change her mind about going to the theatre after he’s already reserved the seats, forget where she parked the car, lose her keys or flood the engine. He would never be guilty of such carelessness. (He really wouldn’t.) It’s aggravating, but Leo is, in truth, enormously capable, a real man’s man who handles emergencies with effortless grace, a royal shrug, and the unspoken question, Doesn’t everybody?
Although the Gemini female will be delighted with his strength of purpose, his loyalty, intelligence and integrity, she might turn moody and restless on the Lion and distract him when he’s trying to work, study, or simply relax. She could also make him feel inferior by begging him to take her on an expensive holiday when he’s temporarily too broke to afford it but much too proud to admit it.
He’ll roar at all these things but will probably forgive her the minute she flashes her Gemini blarney and pulls off a quick change from the flighty, reckless, bitter Twin to the sensible, womanly, devoted Twin. As for her outside interests, he won’t mind if she has a career, studies ballet, takes up jogging, collects mummies, or chases butterflies—as long as none of her jobs or hobbies takes priority over him. But a Gemini woman should never tease her proud Leo man by pointing out to him that the big male Nature cats in the wild jungle permit their mates to do the hunting while they snooze in the sun—or she may be called home from the hunt and permanently retired to the pride.
Besides, that’s true of lion-lions, not human Lions. As a Leo, he also has a royal birthright. Would a King allow his Queen to worry about Affairs of State and tangle with the Treasury, back at the castle, while he’s out riding with the hounds or getting fitted for a new crown?
Well, yes, he probably would—if she’s properly humble about it. After all, she ought to have some worthwhile purpose in life, like seeing that he’s happy and contented. Still, a woman who is the King’s favorite certainly has her rewards. A Lion is full of fun, generous with his time and money, strong and brave, even gentle, when his ego is stroked softly in the right direction. Last, but surely not least, he’s a wonderful lover. Her Gemini talent for imagery will bring excitement to their physical relationship, and if she continues to evoke in him the sensation that he’s a sexual conqueror, he’ll remain a satisfied and monogamous monarch.
It’s possible for a Leo man to fulfill all his romantic promise under the light, nonpossessive touch of a Gemini woman, whose airy approach to sex will fan his more fiery desires, at least in the beginning. However, he may gradually begin to feel something is missing. While he’s making love to one Twin, the other is coolly observing the scene. A Leo man can be thrown into a trauma by such partial involvement.
To a warm-hearted Lion, sex is synonymous with both affection and passion. There’s something vaguely aloof about Gemini love. He can seduce her emotionally and physically, but her mind refuses to be fully committed to sensual abandon. The inability to conquer completely can destroy a Leo’s necessary self-image of virility. Then she’ll complain that he lacks interest in lovemaking, when the truth is that her cool detachment and dual behavior has caused him to develop a fear of a possible lovemaking inadequacy, which he’s extremely reluctant to expose, because nothing pains a Leo male more than even the suspicion that he may not be the perfect lover. She should remember that this man is a sexual idealist and employ her Mercurial imagination to invent new ways of appeasing his hunger for romance and sentiment as background music for their physical intimacy, instead of using it to fly off on a cloud by herself, when he most needs to know she’s close beside him, resting against his heart.
Since Gemini is a natural linguist, she should be capable of translating her Lion’s arrogant and regal commands into the language of passion and need.
You talk too much. Why don’t you be still once in a while? means his vanity has been bruised, because she’s upstaged him again, with her twin talents of quickness and cleverness.
Forget about dinner. I’m going out somewhere and eat alone means he’s been ignored once too often, while she’s been chasing interesting ideas and people all day, and his pride needs to be pampered.
Cancel that party we’ve been invited to Saturday night. Tell them we can’t come. Make some excuse. We’re staying home means he’d rather be alone with the two of her over the weekend than get dressed up and soak up the admiration of a crowd. And lady, for a Leo—that’s love!
Gemini Man and Leo Woman
I think it must be a lady … a lady to take care of us at last, said one of the Twins… .
Every Lioness, quiet naturally, you must admit, has an instinctive desire to tame the man she loves, to make him her exclusive property. She needs a mate in whom she can have absolute faith, a man who is clearly stronger than she is, and yet, who will cherish her without reservation. It’s a mighty tall order. Especially when she sets out to tame a Gemini.
In the Game of Love, as in the Game of Life and Living, this man is what card players call a kibitzer. He hangs around, with always a few hidden aces up his sleeve, aware of everyone’s hand, confident that he could, if need be, pass off a busted straight as a royal flush. He knows a lot about everything, but not quite enough to make a grand slam and end the challenge he finds so intriguing. It makes more sense to Gemini to be a jack-of-all-trades and master of none. Once you become expert at any one of them, you see, people have this annoying habit of expecting you to stay there, doing your thing forever.
Gemini is an Air Sign, driven constantly by the need for change, any kind of change at all, just so it’s change, however minor or major, which leads him on to the next traveling dice game with interesting stakes. Unlike the other two astrological gamblers, Leo and Sag, the Twins always want in and out fast, a quick win or a quick loss, then try again. If you deal yourself in for enough games, Gemini figures, you eventually overcome poor judgment and bad luck. No long-term investments in a career, family ties, friendship or romance, for the typical Gemini male—at least, not while he’s young. (Of course, you must realize that that may be a long time, because Gemini never grows up.) To the typical Mercury-ruled man, Life is a series of toy dirigibles and fragile bubbles, spent among mischievous children armed with sharp pins. A man must be agile to leap over them, to sail his dirigibles and blow his bubbles out of their range, in the nick of time. And where do the dirigibles, the bubbles, come from? He’s never wondered. He only knows they never stop coming. You have to be quick—to pick out the good ones and spot the ones to cut the string on before they fizzle out. The toy dirigibles, that is. As for the bubbles, they’re pretty to watch and fun to create, but he doesn’t fool himself into trying to make any of them last. Dirigibles are different. They’re tougher, and one of them might take him where he’s going—if he only knew where that might be.
Take women, for example. Gemini knows—or supposes he does—which one will fly with him and not slow him down by hanging on his sleeve—and the ones to back away from because they think any kind of flying is for the birds. (It is, but that also includes Mercury Birds, like himself.) At first, he’ll think the Lioness belongs in the former category, because she certainly won’t hang on his sleeve. She has other ways of slowing him down, more subtle.
This is, as the reader may know by now, one of those fated 3-11 Sun Sign Pattern relationships, planned by their Higher Selves long ago. Whether it ends in love or friendship, it is nevertheless pregnant with karmic obligations, often marked for a strange destiny, and always urging each partner on toward either unusual sacrifice or uncommon devotion—or both. Whether the 3-11 vibration (some, of course, involve business or ties with blood relatives) leads to a lasting love or a platonic association depends on many things, among them, the mutual aspects between their natal Suns, Moon Signs and Ascendents—and other planetary exchanges between their birth charts.
If the Leo female has permanence in mind, she’ll first have to tame him. It won’t be like taming any of the other male animals in the astrological zoo. It’s trickier. A Gemini man is more slippery and elusive. Besides, remember that there are two of him. The escape hatches of the Twins are covered with such charm of speech and gesture that this man can be gone while a woman is still swooning over the wisp of beauty he draped over her, like a delicate cobweb, to camouflage his departure and make it easier for her to bear. (He does have a kind heart.) But the Lioness has a head start on this sort of Mercury chicanery, because a Leo woman doesn’t swoon over men. Men swoon over her—and don’t you forget it.
A more difficult obstacle than seeing through his cobwebs of charm, which she’ll have to hurdle in taming him, is that to a Gemini man all females are alike—threats to his freedom, suspicious of his unpredictable behavior, always demanding that he love them exactly the same today as he did yesterday. How can that possibly be, when his emotions contain so many depths and breadths? Sooner or later, a woman will begin to nag you about not having a concrete goal, and who wants to pursue cement? Since the Gemini man is bored by most females, because they all seem the same to him, the Leo woman will have to convince him that she’s not like all the others. She’ll have to train him, and tame him … to listen for her step, her laugh, her voice … to recognize that her vibration is individual, making music only for him, that her aura is different from the aura of any other woman in the world. Maybe she can even train him to notice that the golden, tawny flecks in her eyes are exactly like those in a fine piece of amber, so that everytime he sees an amber ring or bracelet on his travels he’ll remember …
Then amber will always be beautiful to him, because it will bring thoughts of her warm smile, her proud spirit, the glow in her eyes … and tug on his heart to return. Not just to her smile and spirit and eyes but to all the other parts of her he misses. Like, there’s her bright mind—the way she hikes over the hills beside him with her graceful, Lioness stride, without getting tired—the way she sits tall in the saddle when she rides—jackknifes into the water, swoops down the slopes on her skis, swings a tennis racquet, or smacks a golf ball. Leo women usually excel at one or two outdoor sports, not counting indoor sports, like acting, dancing, romancing, and so forth—and, like Cancerian Moon Maidens, many of them are amateur or professional photographers.
She’ll have to seed all these memories in his mind and convince him that she’s unique. It’s all part of the Gemini taming process. A woman who loves this man must keep up with both his mind and his body, not to mention his two separate personalities and his multiple moods. Eventually, he’ll begin to think of her as the most unique woman he’s ever known. But he won’t be completely tamed until he thinks of her as the most unique woman he ever will know. There’s a definite difference, and a Lioness will comprehend what I mean right away.
Actually, this woman is unique. She’s a born lady, and there aren’t many of those around anymore. A Leo female can roll in the grass, climb a tree, change a tire, or any number of traditionally considered unladylike things, but her general demeanor will remain as casually gracious and poised as if she were walking down a red-carpeted aisle to be coronated. (It takes real class for a Leonine to keep her tiara on straight when she’s jacking up a rear axle.) The regal aura is ever present. Let someone snicker, deride her, or make the huge mistake of becoming too familiar when she hasn’t extended an invitation to intimacy, and she’ll freeze into such a tower of icy dignity that the offender will shrink into his socks—or wish to blazes the ground would mercifully open up and swallow him. Like the typical Capricorn female, the typical Lioness possesses a distinct and unmistakable air of excellent breeding. Whether it’s actual or only illusionary, it’s tangible and visible. The only weakness in the Leo armour of majestic dignity is the Leonine tendency to be transparently vulnerable to flattery. At any other time, however, the royal blood runs clearly blue, and the manner is aloof, proud, Queen-like. The Gemini man who refers to this female as babe or chick, either by word or implication, will soon learn what the term lady means.
He’ll have to become accustomed (which he’ll probably do rather pleasantly) to allowing her to take most—or all—of the bows in public. She’ll get most of the attention, even when she doesn’t encourage it. It’s that subtle mantle of royalty that hovers over every Leo ever born. No matter how sweetly she speaks to him, no matter how adoringly she gazes up at him, as if he’s the star of the show—more heads will turn in her direction than in his, however handsome, dashing, witty and intelligent he may be. Something about her bearing, her lazy, confident manner of speaking, the way she carelessly tosses her mane of hair out of her eyes, suggests a royal charisma.
She means no harm. A true, noble, warm-hearted and in-love Lioness never deliberately usurps her mate’s status (only everyone else’s). She can’t help it if the natives are restless and have their eyes fastened on her. Fortunately, a Gemini man is seldom overly or unduly possessive, so he’ll probably see her popularity as just another factor in her uniqueness. (You see, he is gradually becoming tamed.) He might console himself by remembering that Gemini President Jack Kennedy once wryly introduced himself in France as the man who accompanied Jacqueline Bouvier to Paris. Jackie, as you all must know by now, was a Lioness.
Statistically, the sexual compatibility of these Sun Sign lovers often requires certain mutual adjustments and compromises. For one thing, nothing can so chill the warmth of a Lioness as deception or disloyalty from her mate, and that includes everything from harmless flirting to actual sexual infidelity. The Gemini man will find her Leonine jealousy and fiery pride of possession easier to overlook when the shoe is on the other foot, for then he’ll be given a strong idea of what it feels like to be ignored and rejected. He won’t like it at all, yet he won’t be quite as outraged as she would be in the same situation. Geminis take everything somewhat more lightly than most everyone else—certainly more lightly than an intense Fire Sign like Leo.
However, once she’s really tamed him, jealousy may never be a problem on either side. The problem then becomes one of simple romantic technique. A well-loved Lioness is an exceptionally affectionate and loving woman. She’s capable of both raging passion and languid sensuality. But a carelessly loved Lioness is extremely susceptible to the symptoms of frigidity. She’s not a female who would enjoy being ravaged by a gorilla-type lover (King Kong is not her secret fantasy)—nor is she a woman who would smile indulgently at the clumsiness of a bashful schoolboy, who drowns her in puppy- like adoration. She expects a man to make love to her with finesse. A Gemini man is simply saturated with finesse, charm and delicacy. But his touch may sometimes be so light, his seductive overtures so airy, she feels he might dematerialize, right in front of her eyes, before their physical love reaches fulfillment. To satisfy her deeper needs, which are visibly more fiery than his, he’ll have to sweep her off her feet now and then in a dramatic scene of wild and ecstatic surrender.
If not all that, then he should frequently find a way to let her know he can’t resist the magnetic sexual chemistry between them. To her, physical union is more than a Mercury mental challenge or an emotional exercise. She still hears the faint call of the jungle. But she’ll unfold tenderly under his imaginative approach if he occasionally deepens its intensity—and remembers that she needs to hear how beautiful and desirable she is in order to respond completely. A woman is beautiful only when she is loved. Especially a Leo woman.
This man and woman are both extravagant with words—and with money. They share exquisite taste, they both adore dressing up, they’re equally fond of travel, literature and the arts. They’re also both equally adept at getting their own way—she through the lovable quality of expecting it as her right—he, through his irresistible blarney. A Leo woman can tame the Gemini man more easily if she remembers the rules for taming any restless, active, yet curious bird. It requires much patience, and you start by smiling at him with your eyes, at a distance … taking care not to move too quickly, for that would frighten him away. In the beginning, silent communion is best, because words, particularly between these two Sun Signs, often contain the seeds of misunderstanding. Then if she moves a little nearer to him every day and never causes him to feel his freedom is threatened …
A Gemini man needs to be reminded that there are some things in his changing, Mercurial existence that are very special—and unique—in all the worlds he longs to roam. That’s why he’ll be happier after he’s been tamed by the proud Lioness, if only because of the new beauty of amber he’ll never be able to look upon without remembering the tawny flecks in her eyes.
|Ruled by Mercury||Ruled by Mercury|
|Symbol: The Twins||Symbol: The Virgin|
|Day Forces—Masculine||Night Forces—Feminine|