talking to a beloved friend recently, i remembered something i used to tell myself all the time. black and white is not grey. it began for me as an actual truth, the color of my skin is not grey, but that fact became a possibility. if black and white is not grey, but instead a shimmering brown, an exception to the rules, what else lives in this nuanced space? what else can be created, exist, or talked about here, with me, in the margins, in this unknown unthought of place that i get to occupy, in the in between? to me this place is magical, it invites you to set down preconceived notions about what it means to look a certain way, talk a certain way. here in the shimmer you get to listen, choose, own, be exactly the person you want and need to be regardless of what anyone else is telling you, regardless of labels and looks and belongings. here we get to explore words and phrases, come closer to shared definitions, understand how someone else's context forces a different interpretation, as @therealrauly said, here we get to honor each other's truths. it wasn't always easy to occupy this space, but now i can see how glorious it is and i'm determined to use its power for good.