Scandal’s calling—might as well answer in costume.
Mars and Jupiter are strutting through your sign like a joint Beyoncé–Lady Gaga tour, and you? You’re the only one getting their green room demands met. Today’s Trump-Russia sanction sideshow is a masterclass in “Look at me” politics, and you, Leo, see the pageantry for what it is—a spectacle of egos, one spray tan away from a Gilded Age duel. The waxing crescent moon says the Saturday spotlights are yours, but with Venus in Scorpio retrograde, you’re haunted by flings and frenemies. The trick: deliver your lines like you’re at the drag ball, then exit dramatically (with a confetti cannon, naturally). People will talk about you anyway, so why not give them the full matinee? The news can be bleak, but you? You’re living proof that charisma is a survival skill. As Chappell Roan says: make it a little gay and a lot iconic.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Leo. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
