When I started going to gay bars in 1983, the astrology craze of the 1970s was winding down, but you still occasionally were asked "What's your sign?"
It was a good conversation starter. And being a Scorpio didn't hurt my cruising success: it's the most sexual of the signs of the zodiac: passionate, energetic, intellectual, dark, mysterious, intense, and insatiable.
Scorpio is supposedly most compatible with Cancer, Virgo, Capricorn, Libra, and Pisces, and not compatible with Taurus, Leo, Sagittarius, and Aquarius. Let's see if it works, Here is a boyfriend or lover from each of the sun signs:
Dustin, my teenage boyfriend on the Plains, who I hooked up with at his father's party. It was intense but rather volatile.
Taurus (April 21 - May 21); the bull. Patient, reliable, warmhearted, tends to be jealous and possessive. Hung like a bull.
Barry the Colonial Williamsburg Boy. Not particularly hung. We hooked up once, and became friends. He was a little too weird for me, with his background in a conservative Catholic family in Colonial Williamsburg and years spent as a hustler.
Raul, the Hispanic chef I dated in West Hollywood. We argued, broke up, got back together several times. He wasn't pompous, but he was inclined to be bossy.
Sagittarius (November 23 - December 22): The archer, especially Chiron the Centaur. Optimistic, good-humored, intellectual, irresponsible, reckless.
Troy, my boyfriend in Upstate New York. We were together for about six years, but we did argue a bit.
Pisces (February 20 - March 20): The fish. Compassionate, kind, idealistic, weak-willed.
Eli from Amsterdam, who I've been friends with ever since his brother brought me home as a "birthday present" from the Horseman's Club.
Cancer (June 22 - July 22): the crab. Emotional, intuitive, cautious, moody.
My Celebrity Boyfriend, from West Hollywood. We only dated for about three months. He was rather moody. See: Sharing My Celebrity Boyfriend, the Director, and the Cute Young Thing.
Virgo (August 22 - September 23): the virgin. Modest, shy, easy-going, fussy, a perfectionist.
Ryan H, the small-town track star that I met on the way back from Indianapolis last summer. That didn't work out at all (see My New Year's Eve Sex Party with the College Track Star).
The full post, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.