Valentine’s Day was always troubling for me as a gay grade schooler.
I was expected to share giggly little messages of love with my classmates—that is, of course, girl classmates.
The messages were corny puns and all about the boy-meets-girl romances of the 1950s and ’60s.
It was indeed a confusing exercise in futility.
I have wondered what it would have been like to hand a valentine to a boy I had liked back then, or even now in this brave new world where children are supported by loving parents who encourage them to express their feelings.
So, I found a few vintage valentines online and tweaked them slightly into something that I could have passed to any of my real crushes at the time.
Just for the fun of it.
And, at this point, just for Bob, who has been my only playmate, crush, and valentine for a very long time now.