Coming of Age at Diesel
In 2002, I moved to Boston (nearly sight unseen) with two friends from college (College of William and Mary in Virginia). We had no idea how to exist in the world, but found Diesel as a haven. Me (a fledgling gay man) and another roommate (a queer woman) spent hours at Diesel — in awe that gay culture existed.
My roommate brought tons of dates (off Craigslist!) to Diesel and I fell in infatuation with a guy I *think* worked there (beefy with a sweet smile).
We all went our separate ways after a year in Boston (New York, North Carolina, DC) but the last thing I did before moving my U-haul down I-95 was stop at Diesel.
My roommate brought tons of dates (off Craigslist!) to Diesel and I fell in infatuation with a guy I *think* worked there (beefy with a sweet smile).
Fifteen plus years later, I’m married to a man from Boston and we have a six-week-old little girl. We might move up there next year and she’ll be sitting with us as we get our iced lattes and monkey wrenches.
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