On the pleasures of a queer childhood crush

Raina K. Puels
Jun 11, 2019 · 4 min read
Illustration by Kyle Griggs

HHannah and I meet the first day of eighth grade, our lockers alphabetically adjacent. We love eyeliner and Ellen Hopkins. We battle to attract Mrs. Finger’s attention in English class: gentle elbows to the ribs preventing the other from raising a hand. Hannah outscores me on the literature analyses, while I outscore her on the creative writing assignments.