#bi-gnc

In heteronormative men its expected, ordinary, "default." Many of them stumbled into it blindly without a second thought and without any real challenge from the world, so they either developed a feeling of begrudging performance at best, or being entitled to it at worst. "It doesn't matter how good you are at it," the world says to them, "any wall comes down eventually if you push hard enough, just like on tv." The kind of tact needed to develop a real connection to the other person while simultaneously asserting their own desires is often absent entirely. This isn't universally true of course, but it seems so, so common.

It’s only natural then that I lean in with hushed tones, conspiring with my dear partner for their success, to hell with the ethics of it. “We both know you are the smartest person in that room, the hardest working; you deserve that promotion more than any of the rest of them. Show them why they would be fools to overlook you! Claim what you deserve!”

There’s just something so cathartic about giving voice to that anger we both feel about the injustice of a heteronormative world. Channeling that anger that sits under the surface burning away without a release, and giving it one at long last. “Let that fire cleanse you of your doubt! Let your anger burn away the babbling of sexblinded fools! They fear you because they see how categorically you outclass them! Make them rue their spite.”

But that anger wouldn’t be inflamed blindly. It’s precise. Planned.

Going out clothes shopping with them; “this suit accentuates your shoulders, but choose a darker color. We want your presence to make them falter before you even speak.”

Studying their opponents, maybe using a little subterfuge if needed; “I overheard that one in the red has been filing his reports incorrectly for the last three months, if he speaks against you, shred his credibility with his own failures.”

Lovingly stroking their ego; “They respect your confidence, my love. When you take charge people trust you, they can sense your capability; the thought you put into your actions, the care you take when dealing with others. All the markings of a good leader...” Prideful words whispered lovingly. Nothing untrue, of course, but trimmed of any unwarranted humility or doubt. Those self-sabotaging nitpicks are nothing but the remnants of others’ ignorance, unworthy of consideration.

And finally, at long last when their hard work and dedication pays off; when they finally claim that position they’ve been wanting for so long… Not a single soul could fail to see who belongs in that chair. And oh how proud I would be to sit beside them. To see them flourish, crowned and resplendent. A good consort loves to see his king stand tall, and I am far better than “good.” The best only deserve the best, after all.

Most of my relevant info is in my blog header but I figured I'd make an intro post anyway just to put myself out there and say hi to everyone in our little growing Virago/Mollis community! So hi!

You can call me Serene (he/they), I've been a mollis/calico long before the name was even a twinkle in someone's eye, so I'm super happy to finally have a term to use and a community to be a part of! I've been lurking on and off and everybody seems super nice, so here's hoping!

I love meeting new people, so feel free to say hi! If I come off as a little catty or bratty, I promise its only playful teasing, no ill will intended!

@bewarethesnallygaster is my main that I use to like stuff and reblog spooky things!

This blog is a personal blog mainly, so I don't have any resources on hand or at the ready, but I'm totally open to discussing ideas regarding gender nonconformity, identity, or anything else really! I also love animals, science, quirky fashion, bugs, the paranormal, art, aesthetics, various media properties, and really anything to do with learning about the world around us, so by all means bring up anything you want haha~

Anyway I think that's all, I'm sure I forgot something but oh well...

Following the suggestion of Anibelle viragoposting's recent post about Mollis/Molli defining ourselves as an individual identity, I thought it might be fun to go a bit into what the concept of being Mollis means to me personally! I have a lot more thoughts and feelings about it overall that I'll probably share over time, but this post is meant to define my sort of core philosophy regarding this identity.

This is of course in no way meant as any kind of definitive "THIS IS WHAT IT HAS TO BE" post or anything silly like that. The label we choose might be the same but all our experiences are different and I am in no way trying to detract from anyone else's interpretation of the identity, this is just what I feel personally. If any other Mollis men want to make a similar post, please do! I would be so curious to hear what others have to say about it!

With all that being said, for me being a Mollis is about defiance as the ultimate form of acceptance.

All of my life I have been told that a distinction which means nothing to me is a defining aspect of how I am meant to live. "Men do this, women do that. You have to play along, that's the way things are. That's the way things are." But no matter how often it was said, no matter how certain the people saying it were, I always saw evidence to the contrary. Women being smart, funny, capable; men being kind, shy, scared. More often than not the people doing these things never even noticed the contradiction, but I always did, because they were proof that this lie had been forced upon us.

And as I grew and the world changed, more and more cracks formed in the lie; scientific study after scientific study proved how little difference there really was between the stereotypical definitions of "men" and "women," sociology and gender studies broke down more and more of these artificial barriers in our heads, trans, non-binary, intersex, and so many other voices were starting to be heard and showing collectively beyond a shadow of a doubt that the human body is just a body, identity is what we choose, and that "the way things are" has only ever been something we made the fuck up.

So I choose to be soft, and kind, and compassionate. To find joy in beauty, fulfillment in expression, and playfulness in attraction. To admire strength, and wit, and willpower in those who have it, not those who demand it. To long for love, and share it in return.

If these things are labelled feminine, then I choose to accept that label with my whole heart, and perform it with joy.

🦚 - What's something very virago/mollis of you to find attractive in the opposite gender?

"🦋 - What's something that gives you butterflies?”

Surprise physical contact! Especially when you’re in that phase of knowing someone where you think maaaybe there’s something there and then they go out of their way to press their shoulder against yours or hold your hand “to warm it up” and then kind of linger for a bit… oh gosh I blush every time haha. 

Alternatively, gently possessive flirting~

"🦚 - What's something very virago/mollis of you to find attractive in the opposite gender?"

 I love when a woman has a big personality that takes up space! Any kind of confidence like that is attractive, authoritative, funny, sincere; but I definitely have a certain weakness for when she's kinda cocky/got a bit of an ego about it. A confident smirk and an "I got this, don't worry your pretty head about it" attitude are genuine kryptonite for me I swear...