June 1 is Nathan Westling’s birthday.
Until just a few months ago, Nathan Westling was known as Natalie Westling. According to the vogue.com article linked above the model “confirmed his gender identity as male in an interview with CNN” in March of this year.
I don’t discuss gender-related topics that much on this blog because I really don’t care what people want to be. Honestly, I’ve been an ally of individuals who have flown each and every color of the Pride flag for almost four decades now, so I don’t need some kid who just took a gender studies class in college questioning the way I approach the issue. However, astrologers discuss genders as they apply to planets and signs. We talk about masculine and feminine signs, positive and negative polarities, yin and yang influences, etc. It’s part of the mythological tradition that informs our craft. That isn’t going to change.
So, I just accept the fact that I’m never going to be able to please everyone when I bring up the topic of gender. With Libra as my rising sign, I’d rather please people or avoid the topic altogether (that’s the Libra rising way). I choose to do the latter.
For that reason, I’m going to avoid discussing Nathan Westling except to say that I hope he’s happy and still getting work as a model. He should because he looks like he could walk down a Rick Owens runway without skipping a beat (except that he’s two inches too short to fit the samples). With the men’s shows right around the corner, we’re all going to find out within the next few weeks.
I will say that he has an interesting year ahead of him because Jupiter will conjoin his natal Jupiter in February just as Saturn conjoins his natal Neptune. A lot of kids born in 1996 are going to be experiencing this weird, rather conflicting planetary energy in 2020, and Nathan Westling is one of them. I can see them feeling simultaneously repressed and emboldened. If the current political climate doesn’t change before then, it’s this generation that will force it to change.
I hope they do. I don’t know how much more I can take, and I’m an old, white man . . .