Dear Queer Diary: Looking For Love In All The Write Places

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“Okay, so I keep thinking how in a few years I am going to be reading this and thinking it’s so immature. But it really does seem important to me now, so don’t make fun of me too much.” (January 2007)

A stroll through my high school journals indicates that I was a passionate youth. In the same entry as the above selection, I spend a healthy paragraph debating the depth of my feelings for the individual that I believed, at the time, to be the love of my life. And while I suppose all this does indicate that young Maggie was perhaps somewhat lacking in perspective, I am not inclined to mock my past self. Crushes mattered/matter/will always matter as long as we have eyes and hearts and pheromones.

Of course, diaries and crushes go together like Nutella and marshmallow fluff. Half the fun of liking some is the scheming and the intense Facebook stalking and the compulsion to record their every word/move/hairstyle change in your notebook. While I suppose journals are good for things like emotional reflection and self-actualization, their real purpose is obviously to serve as a vehicle for all our crush-related observations, anxieties, fears, and wishes.

FIle under delicious. (Via We Heart It)

FIle under delicious. (Via We Heart It)

Without further ado, I give you this rollicking retrospective of my journaling life as a crush monster:

Two Gays Don’t Make a Straight

The vast majority of my high school career was dominated by an all-encompassing obsession with a funny, good-looking, smart, wonderful…boy.

It is with some chagrin, my dear queer diarists, that I must admit there was a time in my life when I thought I thought that there was nothing more alluring than a Y chromosome and a dash of nascent facial hair. And while that time has now passed, my musings on the subject of everything from this boy’s dislike of spicy foods to the exact distance between our seats in the library classroom are forever preserved in my diary—a complete record of practically every moment we spent within five miles of one another. In one horrifying excerpt, I even documented the exact color and pattern of my crush’s boxer shorts (which were apparently decorated with teal swirls).

Perhaps these boxers would have been more appropriate... (Via Mommacats’ Dyes)

If only these had been the boxers in question… (Via Mommacats’ Dyes)

Here’s the catch. My knowledge of my crush’s boxer shorts arose exclusively as a result of my observing them as he packed his suitcase for a school trip. I had no experience with his body in or out of those boxer shorts, for reasons that became crystal clear when he came out to me over gmail chat during my freshman year of college.

It wasn’t until a few years later that I came out to him, allowing us to reach the perfect crush détente. Rather than wallowing in thwarted desire, my journal entries were now filled with queer solidarity. Could there be a happier ending?

When Love Goes Sour

The narratives associated with my college crushes were not so easily resolved. There was the boy who broke up with me on the same day that I spent my entire afternoon watching him perform in a three-and-half hour production of Richard III. The one who invited a mutual friend to “hang out” with us and ended up dating her for the next several years.

Here is a tip for the ages, my jilted journal-writers: replace your one-time love’s middle name with the f-word (not to be confused with The L Word) and slander them ruthlessly across the pages of your diary. It’s just as satisfying as it sounds. And writing in your diary requires fewer supplies than voodoo doll construction!

Sometimes love is like a zombie. (Via Blackbird & Peacock)

Sometimes love is like a zombie. (Via Blackbird & Peacock)

What Comes After

There are a lot of strange things about love, but one of the strangest may be how little it shows up in my present-day journal. Once you’ve successfully journeyed across the treacherous territory of “she loves me, she loves me not” and through the misty mountains of “when I put my hand there, was that going too far?” it sometimes doesn’t seem like there is much to write about.

When I am hardcore crushing, everything is about me. My interpretation of the offhand remark that she made about nose piercings. My dream about holding her hand as we walked through a circus-themed casino. My thoughts in my diary until my mechanical pencil runs out of lead.

I am nauseated by the cuteness of this notebook. (Via eFelt)

Even I am nauseated by the cuteness of this notebook. (Via eFelt)

Now that I am past the crush phase, it’s about both of us. What we did last weekend. What we’re going to have for dinner. In real life, these things are pretty freaking sweet, but for some reason, they don’t take up as much space in my diary.

What about you, my dear queer diarists? Are your journals full of musings by the crush monster? Do you cringe to revisit the romantic urges of your youth?

Dear Queer Diary is a column about the joys (and occasionally, the pains) of journaling. We crack open our tiny notebooks and break out the rainbow-colored pens on the regular, so get ready to limber up your writing hands and document all your beautiful feelings!

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Maggie is a freckly, punctuation-loving queer living in the Boston area. She supports her book-buying and tea-drinking habits by teaching America’s youth how to write topic sentences and spends her free time writing postcards and making sandwiches for her girlfriend.

Maggie has written 53 articles for us.


  1. I was definitely crush blogging last night. I mostly do it so I don’t forget the nice things that happen. The fun times of a crush is the best time to write it down, cause then after its over, you can look back at the happy stuff, like sharing funny youtube videos.

    • up to I looked at the check which said $8958 , I have faith that…my… brothers friend could trully earning money in there spare time at there computar. . there dads buddy has been doing this for less than 15 months and as of now paid for the mortgage on there apartment and purchased Mazda MX-5 . site link……

  2. Ohhh the crush journals of high school. When my family moved a few years ago, I was away at school and I when I packed up before I left for the semester, I forgot that I had hidden a bunch of my high school journals between my mattress and boxspring. My DAD found them. I don’t think he read them, but oh, the mortification if he had.

    Also, the feature image here is just lovely.

  3. When I write about my crush, it’s with the ideal that somewhere down the line, years from now when we’re a happy couple I could show it to her and be like see, I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you, since the very beginning.

  4. My journal (which I restarted thanks to these articles!) is now peppered with comments about my girlfriend and our life, but she and I talk together about crushes, hehe, no journaling required. :)

  5. I’ve never had many crushes, really. Any that have happened are few & far between. And i’ve never been in a real, actual, love-from-both-sides relationship. So i’m just going to sit in my corner of Wistful Starry Eyes & doodle questionable content in my sketchbook (& then post it online because duhhh).

    I mean, what?

  6. I had a huge crush on a gay boy in high school too! I wrote about him ALL THE TIME in my high school journals. It was a bad-poetry-level of crush. That lasted for two years. And then I crushed on another gay boy freshman year of college, who I wrote a lot of journal entries about… And now we’re good friends!

  7. Thank you for reminding me that I need to write in my journal about the utterly nonsensical dream I had last night… because it featured a certain person calling me.

  8. My first ever diary opens with, “Dear Diary, I have 16 boyfriends…” And I then proceed to list them all (including, but not limited to JTT, Jonathan Brandis, & every boy in my kindergarden class), which wound up being an accurate precedent for all the crush-monstering I would write about in the journals to follow.

    Love this post!

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