I’m pretty sure Pluto is trying to kill me.
I’m just putting this out there in case I go missing. Pluto did it.
Right now, I’m experiencing a pretty brutal Pluto transit: Pluto square ascendant. I mean fucking exact.
Everyone was so happy when Pluto moved into Aquarius. Rejoice! Power to the people!
Hells yeah. I can totally get behind that.
But if I can be selfish for a second — just a second — that little “mini planet” (or whatever it’s been reduced to) is currently a giant pain in my ass.
Having a Scorpio Ascendant isn’t exactly a walk in the park. And honestly I truly hope none of you ever have to experience the delight that is transiting Pluto square ascendant. Not everyone will. Pluto moves slowly, and depending on where it is in relation to your ascendant, it may never square it. Or form any aspect at all. But if it does? Trust me, it doesn’t knock politely. It kicks the damn door in.
And here’s the kicker: Pluto is supposed to be my friend. I mean, come on! I have a Scorpio ascendant! Mars in Scorpio conjunct the ascendant! Moon in the 8th house! I thought we were on the same team.
But what am I, new?
Pluto is on no one’s team. He flies solo. He likes it that way.
So what am I moaning about?
Well, anyone with a little astrology under their belt knows that squares bring tension. They’re hard aspects. But they also create friction, the kind that pushes you to grow. Squares hurt, yes, but they also get you to move.
And I should know: I was born with my Leo sun square my ascendant. I'm used to the tension. But now with Pluto forming a full-on T-square? Holy cosmic pressure cooker, Batman.
And Pluto? Pluto is all about destruction. Breaking down what’s no longer working and rebuilding from the ashes. He strips away anything standing between you and your purpose — whatever that even means, anymore — and then hands you the bricks to start again.
This is great fun for Pluto. But it’s also why he has no friends.
So now, Pluto is taking a sledgehammer my ascendant. That’s my identity, my personality, my sense of self, how I view the world. All of that is wrapped up in Scorpio. The same Scorpio ruled by Pluto.
Didn’t I read somewhere that scorpions will sting themselves to death? I’ll have to look that up. Because that’s what this feels like.
So that person — probably born right around the time I graduated with my Master’s in writing — telling me I’m not senior writer material?
She’s not saying I’m not senior writer material. She’s saying she’s not interested in hiring a senior to write her material.
For the record, I haven’t earned my early bird discount yet.
And that moment? That sting? That’s Pluto square ascendant in real time. Society pressing up against my ego, my selfhood, my identity — my Scorpio ascendant —testing its edge, daring it to crack.
And I realize this isn’t just personal.
Pluto wants a revolution. But right now it feels like we’re throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Traditions, elders, experience — all getting slashed in the name of “progress.”
Look around. DOGE is cutting the fat, and planes are falling out of the sky. Systems are crumbling. Institutions are hollowing out. We're told this is freedom, but it’s starting to look a lot like chaos with a rebrand.
And here’s what people forget: Aquarius isn't just ruled by Uranus. Its traditional ruler is Saturn. Structure. Discipline. Legacy. The learned one. The very things Pluto seems hellbent on tearing down.
So what exactly is your end game, Pluto?
Once Pluto stops punishing my Ascendant, I’ll have the pieces put back together —stronger, more authentic, and with strength and fortitude.
After all, as a Scorpio rising, it’s my birthright. And I appreciate my chart ruler giving me the gift of reinvention.
Now if he could just stop being such a sadist about it.