We loooooooove gelato in Italy. It is magical to my husband and me.

We have tried to find an acceptable substitute in the US, but nothing is “right”. I don’t know if it’s the geographical influence on the taste of our dairy, or USDA standards for keeping ice cream a bit too cold. We haven’t found a place here that’s advertising “gelato” that gets anywhere close to the experience of gelato in Italy.

But we randomly stopped at a gelateria in Akhihabara, Tokyo. Low expectations, but we wanted a snack. And that was hands down the best gelato we’ve ever had outside Italy. 5 stars.

Haggis pizza?! I need to try this.

Maybe I was just cold and wet and hungry and tired, but the best haggis I’ve had was on a baked potato with cheddar cheese at the Culloden battlefield visitor center cafe. Man that hit the spot.

In America, the best approximation we can get to chippy chips are our steak fries. It’s the cut of potato that’s most similar, but there is a whole spectrum of doneness that one is rolling the dice on when ordering steak fries.

And you’re right. There ain’t nothing like chippy chips. I’m over here chasing a dragon when I should just be buying a plane ticket.

So necromantic!

This thing, right?

You got me. Sort of.

There was a third baby that declined to be photographed. I’m going to assume he is Leonardo because he evaded notice & capture the longest.

No idea where Michaelangelo is.

I don’t have any rats on the local feral roster but I do feed a opossum. Will he do? I’m quite sure it’s a he because he’s been coming around now a few months and he doesn’t bring any babies with him. Your other choices are a fat raccoon, Charlie the Cat, and his feline pal/nemesis Hairy.

And that’s totally ok for both of you to feel that way. It ultimately depends on the chemistry going on in one’s brain. Just because your wife and I are tomboys doesn’t mean we view ourselves as nonbinary, but for my roomie who was also not a girly girl yet also not a tomboy, they decided that nonbinary more accurately described how they thought about themselves. I could have a tomboy identical twin and they could feel like they were more nonbinary or transgendered than I do. Or they could feel like a girl (like me) and be more attracted to girls than I am. It’s up to the individual to determine what seems most right for them.

My hubby isn’t a “manly man” in the sense that he doesn’t religiously follow sports or go hunting or tinker in the garage, but he very much identifies as male, and his coworkers often call him the ‘alpha’ (which I hesitated to mention because we both feel the alpha/beta categorizing culture is pretty cringey, but I went ahead and brought it up to illustrate that others see him as quite assertive). He just has an authority rebelliousness and speaks up for the group and calls people/mgmt on their bullshit.

If 2 people are really alike in terms of hobbies and style and personality, they could still differ in how they perceive their gender. And to make things even more complicated, how one perceives their gender may not match up with the sexual equipment they have. That is a factor in how many trans people experience dysphoria. What they see in the mirror doesn’t match up with how they feel. Imagine if you got Freaky Fridayed into someone else’s body unexpectedly, how you would react to looking in a mirror. That can be how they feel about it every time they look in a mirror.

I will say that I’m proud of you for asking questions and being curious. That’s how we learn. I myself went through the “isn’t gender and sex the same thing??” And once I grasped how it’s not how society labels a person but how that person determines this for themselves, same as how I determine for myself that just because I don’t like makeup doesn’t mean I’m trans, that it kind of clicked that how people present themselves and feel about themselves is a very personal journey, and that two similar people can come to two very different conclusions, both of which are correct. And that was a horribly long run-on sentence, but thank you for sticking with me to the end. 😄✌️

Nonbinary is how they view their own gender. They don’t really see themselves as male or female, or they can identify with elements of both, and anything in between.

Sexual preference in a partner is where you would use the terms hetero, gay, bi, poly, ace…

Like I identify as female. I was assigned female at birth. But I am by no means a girly girl. I am more comfortable hanging out with fellas. I do like dresses, sometimes. I do like heels, sometimes. I don’t like makeup. I do like jewelry. Most often you will find me barefoot. I like smutty books, and football, and crochet, and power tools, and flowers, and using my truck for truck things like hauling, towing, and pulling my husband’s cute little convertible out of a ditch.

My old college roomie is nonbinary. They kind of have the same dressing and hobby and entertainment preferences as me. We are really compatible. I’ve often thought if I wasn’t with my husband, I could see myself with them. But they made the call that they are more in the middle, and don’t identify female, yet not quite male either. Their term (it may be a loaded term for some folks) for themselves is something other, with ‘nonbinary’ being the closest they can come with today’s terminology to describe it. Yet they do have a preference in sexual partner, they are not bi or poly, maybe a little ace.

Tl;dr nonbinary is how some folks see themselves and how they feel in their own skin, not what genitals they prefer on a sexual partner.

Lean into the southern-ness and call them Honey, Sugar, or Sweetie?

It gets easier to pull off the older I get.

Baby beaver squeaks!!

Also… sign language? That’s amazing! (even if limited to a few signs)

Make sure the ones that protect against fire also protect against water. The 2 features are not always guaranteed to come together.

I muddled through the 1200s with context clues, and was still catching words in the 1100s, but gave up on the 1000s. It was too brutally yuele.

I would love to find an audio version to see how far I could get on spoken word alone. Being from the Appalachians, I’ve always been told our dialect is older.