Fem 4 Everyone !

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1. Dip boyfriend during ballroom dances

2. Hold boyfriend in muscular arms

3. Bridal carry boyfriend with ease

4. Arm wrestle with other ladies who want your boyfriend as a show of strength

5. Carry your boyfriend’s groceries and bag

6. Push heavy item to save boyfriend

Send me an ask with the emojis for the questions you want me to answer, or reblog this post for others to ask you!

🌿- How has your understanding of your identity grown? Did you identify another way before you came to the virago or mollis label?

🐾 - Were there any "signs" you were virago/mollis before you realized you were? If so, what were they?

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

🪻 - What Role Reversal romance tropes do you wish you saw more of in het/wlm romance media?

🌹 - What's your dream date?

🦋 - What's something that gives you butterflies?

🦅 - Do you think you've ever met another virago or mollis offline?

🦢 - What's one thing you hope for in a potential GNC romantic relationship (or one thing you enjoy about the one you're in currently?)

🐆 - Was there ever a part of your identity that scared you at first, or that was hard to accept? Have you overcome it, or is it something you're still working on?

🐅 - How did you find this community?

🐓- Do you know of any songs that other viragos or mollis/calicos might relate to?

🪺 - If you have one, share a story from your childhood that you attribute to your virago/mollis identity. This could be a funny anecdote or a frustrating experience, or anything in between!

I come here mostly to make friends and help the movement. If you don't support the label I choose then block. I don't particularly care for internet battles.

I only speak English, Japanese, and Spanish.

I'm 22 and I like games, jpop, kpop, and feminine men. I'm fairly (matriarchal) traditional when it comes to relationships with men. Otherwise, I am very left. I like smut, language learning, politics, and more.

Cisheteronormative Men, Terfs, Butch discourse, and racists DNI.

Now, this tumblr side blog is for shedding light on the GB/Fourth Love C novel romance genre that I have found is quite popular in china and reading them along with everyone.

As a quick refresher let me explain what fourth love/GB is.

GB / Fouth Love is essentially another romance dynamic counterpart similar to Danmei/BL, Baihe/Yuri and BG/Het romance.

It is essentially adding a fourth relationship dynamic alongside the ones we already have. Hense the name fourth love. A genre with it's own conventions and tropes unique to it because of the nature of the relationship.

Fourth Love is different from BG in that even though it is a hetero relationship the gender roles and the sexual roles of the pair are completely flip.

It is not a purely sexual or kinky thing the couple is into, it is a part of there everyday lives. The female lead fits all the criteria for a typical male lead in a BG story and the male lead is the same fitting the criteria for his female counterpart in a BG story.

The Fourth love genre may not have as much attention on it as the other romance genre's but that does not mean there is little content.

How to find/read GB novels???

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.