City Slicker Definition & Meaning
Life there doesn’t confuse me, but it’s no longer what I’m accustomed to. I’ve become a real city slicker.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Mar 9, 2023 | 0 comments
Life there doesn’t confuse me, but it’s no longer what I’m accustomed to. I’ve become a real city slicker.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Feb 9, 2023 | 0 comments
In one corner, it imagines a boat.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jan 9, 2023 | 0 comments
There’s no escaping a year; we’re in it for the whole, well, year.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Dec 9, 2022 | 0 comments
Vowel merges have led multiple people to mistake my tale about seeing the ferry with spotting a fairy or my ponderings about Frodo and Merry as Frodo and Mary.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Nov 9, 2022 | 0 comments
Just before they leave my field of view, they look up.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Oct 9, 2022 | 3 comments
Heterosexuality itself doesn’t have the capacity to inspire passion, to push boundaries, to ignite change.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Sep 9, 2022 | 0 comments
I’d time the queue so that the lyric “can’t figure out / how I’m gonna get through the next 10 minutes” played as we arrived at the pitch.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Aug 9, 2022 | 3 comments
I can sympathize with bowing to the weight of societal pressure, but the potential roots of that pressure make me deeply uncomfortable.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jul 9, 2022 | 0 comments
These plants simply grow, unimpeded, in ways that suit people and creatures alike.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jun 9, 2022 | 3 comments
I often wonder what would’ve happened if I’d had that wedding night, one weighed down by the expectations of a brand of purity culture that left little room for alternatives to PIV sex.
by Gwyneth Findlay | May 9, 2022 | 2 comments
The gore of blood rain seems tame when it’s raining dead frogs, fish, or birds.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Apr 9, 2022 | 1 comment
Bringing a child into this world can require ingredients more dire and gruesome than puppy dog tails.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Mar 9, 2022 | 1 comment
I became used to telling people about the bridges I burned, but that’s not quite right.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Feb 9, 2022 | 2 comments
I was enchanted by the idea of a tree that grew colorful balloons, and… and I’m not sure what else.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jan 9, 2022 | 2 comments
I’ve seen what makes this place valuable, what compels me to call it home.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Dec 9, 2021 | 2 comments
Ramsay is creating a version of himself who can create a masterpiece, even if he is destroyed in the process.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Nov 9, 2021 | 0 comments
After my team’s crushing defeat, I gave up nail art.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Oct 9, 2021 | 1 comment
Summer came t’ England,
so he danced among hemlock in a wood
by Gwyneth Findlay | Sep 9, 2021 | 0 comments
Claire paid no mind to the splotchy coloring and large, hooked beak; to her, it was a duck.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Aug 9, 2021 | 2 comments
No one ever saved me; no one ever knew I needed saving.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jul 9, 2021 | 3 comments
By six, the sun was already higher in the sky than it ever reaches in our winters.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jun 9, 2021 | 2 comments
Harry’s influence has allowed me to unveil aspects of my queerness that I did not know were hidden.
by Gwyneth Findlay | May 9, 2021 | 7 comments
Most bits of rock and sea glass in the tin on my mantle are from Aberdeen, but I will know this one for your home.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Apr 9, 2021 | 1 comment
The initial descent, which for Lil Nas is as simple as grabbing the pole, is trickier from the Moon.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Mar 9, 2021 | 2 comments
Humanity has built itself to incredible heights over 315,000 years.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Feb 9, 2021 | 4 comments
I am resigned to spending my entire allotment of time for recklessness trapped within the confines of a single city.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jan 9, 2021 | 5 comments
SDSS, for all its millions of observations, has only mapped a fraction of a fraction of the objects in 35% of that sky.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Dec 9, 2020 | 2 comments
In “No Heaven,” my words are basically a prayer and a wake-up call. I want to dedicate my healing to the healing of others whenever possible.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Nov 9, 2020 | 6 comments
Still, naturally sourced iron barely meets the demands of even a one-step-above-casual player. Enter: iron farms.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Oct 9, 2020 | 6 comments
Mr. Knightley’s position and relevance to the Woodhouse family are not once explained in this film, and if the representation in Clueless is inaccurate, then I still have no idea why he’s always around.