Diesel Love Stories

20 years of tales, triumphs, tidbits and tragedy, as shared by you.

I Would Walk With My People If I Could Find Them I’d like to say working at Diesel Cafe was my first real job out of college. That makes a tidier story. But it was actually my second. After undergrad, I’d just got out of a serious relationship (that neither of us really wanted to …

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Fuel Diesel Cafe turns 20 in May.     In September, my career in coffee will also turn that big 2-0.  Being a fan of dates and anniversaries, holidays and the such, this isn’t really much of a revelation or surprise for me. It’s been on the brain for quite a while now, especially the past year. …

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Self-Love self-love noun \ ˌself-ˈləv  \ Definition of self-love : love of self: such as a : an appreciation of one’s own worth or virtue Everything typed above this line was copy and pasted from Merriam-Webster, the definition of self-love I mean. I would correctly cite it if I could. I think that’s a skill …

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More Than Just One Story I don’t really know where to begin for my diesel love story.  I guess it’s because it’s way more than just one story. There’s a Diesel love story for Diesel as an employer. I never imagined I would work there and start living one of those queer lives I used …

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Really Big Important Things I started working at Diesel in the Spring of 2013.  I had packed one suitcase and taken a train from Rochester to Boston, one way.  I had recently broken up with my boyfriend in NY, and what had at first been amicable turned violent.  I was left broken, scared, lost and …

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My Life is a Diesel Love Story Writing my wedding vows was easier than writing my Diesel Love story. Vows are just for one person.  But this, writing about MY DIESEL LOVE STORY, is just so big and so vast and so so so incredibly deep. There is not a place I turn in my life that the four walls …

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Diesel Was My First Home I have always had a deep fondness for cafes because at their root they exist to cultivate community. In 2007, I had just graduated from college in upstate NY, was moving to Boston where my sister lived, and looking to work at a cafe. When visiting my sister in Boston, …

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Mochas Were My Gateway Drug My Diesel love story starts with an important fact: I didn’t drink coffee before I entered Diesel’s doors in 2010. I only got mochas made of mostly milk for the first five years I was a customer, when I opened an office for my health coaching practice across the street …

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Diesel has piece of my heart….  after moving cross country to Boston I quickly learned about Diesel Cafe. I would spend hours there working on lesson plans, playing pool with coworkers and crushing on the adorable staff.  The summer before starting graduate school I finally built up the courage to apply to work at Diesel. …

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Diesel Is My Family As I sat down to write this love letter to Diesel, I became overwhelmed with sentiment. Though, short and sweet, it’s all pretty simple: Diesel is my family. I took a job there back in my mid-20s, thinking it would be a fun place to work with some cool queer kids …

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