Macquarie’s Queer Love Stories


Art by Emma Rssx.

Having your rights thrown around by a bunch of people who should, actually, have zero sway over how you live your life isn’t super fun. (Read: it fucking sucks.) We reached out to Macquarie’s queer community and asked for stories of love and hope to galvanise those feeling down, and remind everyone that the debate is about one thing only: love.

I went on my first ever date with this beautiful man and gosh I liked him. He was tall, super cute and had the absolute dumbest laugh I have ever heard in my life – so of course he was just my type. I was worried it would be hard to communicate with him though – he is profoundly deaf and doesn’t verbally communicate but that still remains to this date the very best date I ever had. A nice dinner and a walk by a lake with hands held – a totally cliché sappy gay scene and I reveled in it. We communicated through writing and AUSLAN and the entire date was adorable. I loved that he wore rainbow coloured hearing aids – so out and loud and proud of it. I was too new to the queer world and too scared of it so that date was the only date I had with him, so we never did become more than great friends but I consider myself lucky we are still very close today. That date did teach me a lot of things though – regardless of disability and/or sexuality, we are all equally deserving of some cheesy, soft love.

I was 18 and decided that I needed to come out to my parents. I was done not being able to express myself and be my true self. I was about to tell my mum when I completely chickened out and started talking about what we were going to have for dinner that night. I went back into my room and my best friend geed me up to try again, so I went back and, once again, was super close but started talking about whose birthday was next in the family.

Head held heavily, I went back into my room and my best friend saw how upset I was. I asked if she could do it for me because I obviously wasn’t doing so well. She waltzed right in there and told my mum, then came back out and told my dad. Both of my parents already knew and were fine with it. What a relief! That experience made our friendship stronger and we’re still best friends after six years! Shout out to Lindi for being a quality best friend!

I met my girlfriend through a mutual friend, and we ended up getting along really well, probably a bit too well to be honest. Then we started hanging out just the two of us and after a walk around Macquarie Lake she gave me a bunch of flowers and some chocolate and asked if I’d be her girlfriend. And that was nearly a year ago, and I don’t think anyone has ever cared so much about me in my whole life. I don’t really believe in love at first sight, but the more I look at her the more I love her, and the more I appreciate her wonderful existence. She puts up with my terrible puns and the fact that every time she flirts with me I impulsively reply with ‘GAYYYY’ (sweetheart I can’t help myself and I am not sorry and I still love you).

She is the first girl I have ever dated properly, and loved. And I think she’s the best thing that ever happened to me.

Mon W

have you ever been with a girl?

we went to an all girls school. we were sixteen. you told our peers you’re bisexual. i didn’t know what bisexual meant but i knew what a blowjob was. we often held hands and spent hours laughing on msn messenger. one day, you told me you
liked me and i did not understand

have you ever been with a girl?

it was senior year. we sat in physics. i thought about kissing her a thousand times. in my dream she felt the same and my heart didn’t hurt anymore

have you ever been a with a girl?

i was with my first boyfriend. we were starting university. he did law and my immigrant parents adored him. he was tall, handsome and white. i tried to make a home out of him but i often felt something was missing

have you ever been with a girl?

it is 3am. she pulls me closer and i feel safe and secure. she is the sun, full of love and warmth. her smile makes me forget all the bad seconds, hours, days, years. time resets when we kiss and we fall for each other all over again every time. i say ‘i love you’ to my friends and family more often.


I’m hand in hand with my girl walking along the waterfront at Glebe. The sun is coming up and we haven’t slept yet. I’m barely a morning person, let alone an all nighter person, but she’s pulling me toward a bench to watch the sunrise and I’ve never been happier.

We’ve got a plastic container full of shitty late-night-menu pizza we took from the dodgy pub we’d left a couple hours earlier. We’re laughing and kissing and trying to lure every single dog that walks past with pizza to let us pat it. I don’t think I ever really liked dogs before but she loves them so much and it’s so infectious that in the space of the month I’ve known her I’ve become a dog person.

We’re quiet for a couple minutes, just eating and watching the sun come up when she pulls away for a second, pauses, and says ‘I think I love you.’ I don’t know what to say for a moment, and I can hear her hearing me pause and saying that she shouldn’t have said that, but my heart is beating so fast and I feel so warm and it’s far too long a pause before I tell her ‘I’m so glad you said that, I feel the same’.

I knew that I loved her before then, but it’s that moment that I realise I’ve never felt like that about anybody before, and I’ve fallen into it so comfortably with her. And it’s still so comfortable, and I’m still just as in love.

Jasmine Noud

I met my girlfriend on Tinder. The first message she sent me was “have you ever tried peanut butter and nutella together?” so I should have known she would be perfect. On our first date we both freaked out upon seeing a spider, and I asked her who would kill the spiders when we lived together. I immediately wanted the ground to swallow me whole upon realising I had just implied, on our first date, that I was imagining us moving in together – conforming to every U-Haul lesbian stereotype ever.

Our first kiss was in my parked car listening to George Michael’s ‘Careless Whisper’. On my first attempt she thought I was going in for a hug and we missed but we got it right the second time. It was probably the most awkward kiss ever, but I felt like I was floating the whole drive home. The first time I told her I loved her was just as awkward. I’d been waiting to find the perfect, romantic moment to say it, but it slipped out accidentally when she almost stepped in front of oncoming traffic while waiting to cross the road. I said, “God, I love you, but you’re an idiot”. I then spent the rest of the date panicking because she didn’t say “I love you” back – and also because who the fuck confesses their love for the first time in the same sentence as calling them an idiot?! But an hour later, after I had already mentally drafted the emergency text I was going to send to my best friend as soon as our date was over, she said, cool as a cucumber, “I love you too by the way”.

We’ve been together now for almost two years. My parents call her their second daughter, and sometimes I think they like her more than they like me. My little brother definitely likes her more than he likes me because she watches all his
YouTube videos. Her mum regularly makes me cookies and her dad refers to us as “his girls”. I can’t wait for the day we have marriage equality, so I can throw a huge gay wedding, bathe in conservative tears and marry the girl I love.

Emily H

I went to my first Mardi Gras with J, a very good friend, I’m asexual (I don’t experience sexual attraction) and she’s pansexual. Before the parade started we were joking around and she said that “we should never date, it would
end terribly”. As she said it I realised that I was in love with her, it was the most ridiculous romantic comedy moment, like a light bulb going off above my head. Being the socially anxious creature I am, I laughed and agreed with her.

We danced around each other for 5 months, I would always tell myself “she’s not interested in you, she said so” whenever she flirted or we were cuddled up together on a couch. One day we were in the queer space with my head in her lap when a friend walked in and asked us if we were dating. We looked at each other in confusion before both saying “I guess…?”

Afterwards I discovered that she realised she liked me at exactly the same time as I did, but because I agreed with her so readily and was asexual she thought that I wasn’t interested either.

tl;dr, my girlfriend and I are absolute idiots.


My partner and I were best friends in high school. We had planned to move to Sydney together since we both decided to come to MQ, and then right before the HSC we started dating. We’ve done a lot of growing and been through many changes together- sometimes it feels like we’re a lot older than we are. They recently began coming out as trans. I’ve known for a few years, and I was already questioning my sexuality, but the recent debate has made me question and doubt all over again. The politicising of my relationship has made me fearful about one of the most positive aspects of my life. It’s been very difficult – I already struggle a lot
with anxiety – but I’m choosing to love in the face of fear. I choose to love courageously so that the world knows people like my partner and I exist, and will have the education and support they need and deserve in the future. I choose to love courageously.

To AJ, my Sugar Mumma, my wolverine, my little shit: so many names I can call you but I still can’t use your real name here and that shows to me just how far this world has to come in accepting queer love. Anyway, enough of the bad stuff, this is a happy story to warm your heart. This is a story of love against all odds.

When I found out she was a farmer, I tried so very hard to resist her. How could this work? A vegan and a farmer? It sounded like the beginning to a really bad joke.

But it was impossible. This girl drew me in like no one had ever before, she filled my heart with pure joy.

The more I got to know her she made me laugh and cry and sing and brought out my ridiculous silly side that had been hidden by many years of a struggle with depression. She cared for me and made me feel safe in a scary world.

So although the world seems intent on telling me that my love for her is second class, I know they are so very, very wrong. Our love is real and so very beautiful, and even if it doesn’t last, this girl has changed me and I’m so ever grateful I let her in. I love you A.G.J