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Long cardigans have never been more in style! Maria Vizuete wears this classic cashmere cardi with distressed denim jeans and a plain white tee for a laid back, casual style. Throw on an oversized scarf to recreate this fabulous look.Â
Scarf: Free People, Cardigan: Nordstrom, Bag: Rebecca Minkoff.Â
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Adriana Gastélum is a winter vision in a dark, sophisticated outfit consisting of a longline slitted top, black underskirt, and a pair of sexy over the knee suede boots. Wear this look with a pair of shades to steal this style!
Dress:Topshop, Boots: Chinese Laundry, Bag: Saint Laurent.
I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard itâs in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldnât be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldnât shock me if it wasnât. Many hate us and wish we didnât exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many donât see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all Godâs children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, Iâm scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?
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