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Mystery term of the day: GNC
Meaning: gender-nonconforming, [adj.]
A very basic, neutral and loose descriptive term. Describes someone who doesn't conform to gender roles and stereotypes associated with their sex in either looks or behavior or both. Simply put, masculine women and feminine men.
It's a generic term that can be used for anyone without implying gender or sexual orientation unlike terms such as butch or transgender, even though butch is a type of a gender-nonconforming woman. So butch women are gnc, but not all gnc women are butches. Being gender-nonconforming doesn't equal dysphoria or transness either.
Because gender roles are so rigid and narrow, virtually everyone is at least somewhat gender-nonconforming, but the term is often actually used by people who experince conflict or regularly stand out. Your regular straight guy who's shy and doesn't like sports is technically gnc, but most likely it doesn't define his experience strongly enough to warrant the term.
Preferring gnc looks and behavior from a young age is a very common gay experience. Think of your tomboys and sensitive boys who are mostly friends with girls, they often grow up to be gay. But anyone can be gnc, many straight people noticably are, and it doesn't make them less so.
TODAY IN HISTORY: Astronaut Sally Ride, first American woman in space, aboard the Shuttle Challenger, June 21, 1983.
(NASA)
reverse trope story
prep femenine girl transform into a gender non conforming girl and become happier with herself!!!
anti femininity post
benefits to:
not wearing makeup
able to rub eyes
can sleep in later in the morning since you dont have to waste time applying it
dont spend mad money
no need to constantly check if the makeup is still in place
clean, healthy skin
can fall asleep without worrying about taking it off
can cry or be in the rain or at the beach or pool without worrying about making running
can eat without worrying about lipstick on teeth or food
no need to carry it around and reapply throughout the day
no hair stuck in lipgloss
no scary things near the eyes
no need to dedicate hours of time to learning about and perfecting makeup skills
can rub face in blankets, pets, pillows, friends, family, lovers without worrying about it smudging off or on them
not wearing heels
feet dont hurt
can run around
able to climb on stuff
no need to worry about breaking the heel or having to replace pieces
feet wont get stuck in mud, grates, sand, etc
no blisters
never have to take shoes off after wearing them for too long because theyre painful
no damage to leg, ankle, and spine muscles
no hurting ankles from tripping or stumbling
no callouses
having short hair
keeps you cool
easy to style
no need to spend $$$ on styling products
no need to worry about straighteners, curlers, etc
easy to wash
dries quickly
shows your face
cheap haircuts
no need to always have a ponytail holder on your wrist at all times
no long hair to knot, get caught in stuff, or fly in your face
not removing hair
no razor burn or cutting yourself shaving
no painful waxing
keeps you warm
soft and fuzzy
being a beautiful mature adult woman
natural pheromones (nice if you have a lover)
shorter showers
no more making razor companies rich
no more being self conscious about stubble
for pubic hair, helps with friction during sex which makes it less rough and painful
also pubic hair— keeps out bacteria and lowers the risk of STIs
no ingrown hairs
Feel free to add!!!
How close is Jupiter to being a star ?
In an interesting article, Astronomy.com ponders how close is Jupiter to being a star, and could it maybe one day become on.
When it comes to stars, Mass is all that matters (there’s a joke hidden in that statement, groan !!)
A star becomes a star when the pressure at the centre caused by gravity is sufficient to fuse Hydrogen, and as it turns out, the mass of Jupiter is about 85 times less than the mass required to cause that kind of fusion to occur.
So, unless Jupiter finds 85 times it’s mass and obtains it, it’s nowhere near the size needed to become a star, and is very unlikely to ever be so.
There is however a middle way, because it turns out that Hydrogen as H2 isn’t the first thing to begin fusing, H3 (deuterium) can begin to fuse at much lower pressures, around 13 times the mass of Jupiter.
If this did happen, it would make Jupiter a brown dwarf, but again, 13 times it’s current total mass is unlikely to happen.
https://astronomy.com/magazine/ask-astro/2020/10/ask-astro-could-jupiter-ever-become-a-star
Alpha Scuti
The brightest star in the small southern constellation of Scutum, and just under 200 light years from Earth.
The star sits in front of the main body of the Milky Way’s central region, giving it a spectacular star field behind. Many of the background stars lie between 2-10,000 light years behind it, with a few over 17,000 light years. It’s important to remember, we can only see the very brightest of the stars in the milky way, a star like our Sun is only visible by the naked eye not far beyond 32 light years, so stars 1000′s of light years away are incredibly luminous, but also maybe only a tiny % of the actual stars that lie there.
Alpha Scuti was once a star not too dissimilar to our own sun, but has since began the process of falling out of the main sequence and becoming a red giant. Although only 1.3 times the mass of our sun, it has now bloated to 20 times our sun’s radius and 186 times brighter than the sun.
This is Betelgeuse! ✨✨✨
Although it’s not the brightest star visually, in the infrared wavelengths it is the brightest! If Betelgeuse were to supernova and die, then it would be as bright as a half-moon for 3 months! 🤩🤩🤩
Taken by me (Michelle Park) using the Slooh Canary Two telescope on October 12th, 2020 at 1:56 UTC.
when a pretty girl calls you handsome
repeat after me:
even if i don’t like my body today i will take care of it
even if i don’t like myself today i will still be patient and kind with myself
even if i do not love myself i will still take care of and be kind to myself, despite not wanting to
“Going to class to teach, I feel a little nervous about how my student might perceive me or what they think of me. But then I will remind myself, what if there’s some young lesbian student, or some student who is butch, or who might end up sort of coming out as butch later on or something.”
Gender Troubles: The Butches (watch it for free until March 29th)
I began making this for #InternationalWomensDay / #HerStoryOurStory but I celebrate women every day! I LOVE 💗 WOMEN!!!!!!!
warrior wlw stimboard, for anon
Hope this is what you had in mind! I wanted to include a labrys without using the labrys lesbian flag (which is lesbian only) so I used this art
💜 ⚔️ 💜 - ⚔️ 💜 ⚔️ - 💜 ⚔️ 💜
there is no way to hate myself into becoming a person i like.
there is no way to shame myself into a better life.
i can’t motivate myself to heal in the same ways i encouraged my own destruction.
Brides in Bowties: Wedding Fashion Gallery
"Why do you want to look like a man?"
I wear clothing from the men’s section of the clothing store. My leg hairs are longer than most of the hair in my head. I never wear any makeup, no matter if I’m going out to buy bread in the morning or if I’m going to a party. People often call me “sir”. Others hurl slurs at me, sometimes calling me a “dyke”, sometimes calling me a “faggot”, both showing their disapproval of my physical presentation. I see little kids asking their mothers, in whispers, if I am a boy or a girl. And people ask me all the time, why do I want to look like a man?
The answer is simple. I don’t.
And I do not look like a man.
I look like a woman who refuses to perform femininity.
My unshaven legs do not make me like a man, they’re MY legs, and MY hair, and I am a woman. My “boy’s” clothes are worn on my body, the body of a woman. My naked, unpainted face is the face of a woman. I am a woman, and this is not defined by a haircut or a choice of attire, or by lipstick or high heels, or boxer briefs and men’s deodorant worn over fuzzy unshaven armpits. There’s nothing manly about me.
I am a woman, not by choice, but by fact. Because “woman” is a reality imposed to me, from the day I was born and given a woman’s name, to the day I was six and I was told I couldn’t take off my shirt in a blazing hot summer day because one day I would have breasts, to last night when I walked home in a state of hyper-awareness, my house keys tightly clutched between my fingers, tracking the movements of every man in the dark streets. I am a woman because, since before my own birth, when an ultrasonography picture informed my parents that I would be born with a vulva, I have been groomed to be a member of the woman class, the breeding stock class, the sex class, the lower class. I was taught to be accomodating and speak softly, to not bring attention to myself and to spare men’s feelings. I was taught that the boy who pulled my hair and threw his toy train at me, aiming for my head, probably did it because he liked me, and boys will be boys anyway. I learned that, if I did the same to him, I was a troublemaker. That my assertiveness is unladylike. That one day I would bear some man’s children, and this was pretty much destiny. That my worth was in my looks, more than in my brain. I am a woman because I was taught all these things, and I am a woman because people expect me to know these lessons by heart, and follow every one of them. When people ask me why do I want to look like a man, what they’re actually asking is why am I not marking myself as a woman. They’re asking why do I fail to perform the role of femininity, to make myself pleasing and unthreatening to the eyes of the upper class, the man class. My mother once voiced her concerns to me, that my looks would make me a target for male violence, and she is right to be concerned. I am perceived as a member of the lower class who refuses to bear the marks and play the role imposed to me. I refuse to shave my legs to look like a pre-pubescent girl, innocent and vulnerable, or to wear shoes that force me to walk on the tips of my toes, slow and precariously balanced, and this makes men angry, because this is a counscious act of rebellion. This is me saying I am not theirs. I will not please them. I do not desire their approval or their attention. And men often get violent when we refuse to cater to them. My choices of visual presentation make me a cautionary tale. I am the hairy, ugly, lesbian feminist, the one they warn other women about. “Don’t be like her”, they say, “or no man will ever want you”. But I don’t want them either, and I do not want to look like them, or be like them, or have anything to do with them. I want to be free from men and their bullshit standards. I want to strut around proudly, shamelessly unladylike, looking like a woman looks when she’s not covered in face paint and restrictive clothing, when she doesn’t care about pleasing men. I do not look like a man, and nothing will ever make me look like one. I am pure, unadulterated woman. I choose myself over them, I choose women over them. If that makes them hate me, so be it. Because I am a woman, they would hate me no matter what I did.