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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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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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 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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