My First Crush: I’ll Never Stop Saying Maria (And Anybodys)
As a dancer and a young person about the same age as the characters, West Side Story had a big effect on me. And I had it bad for Maria and Anybodys.
As a dancer and a young person about the same age as the characters, West Side Story had a big effect on me. And I had it bad for Maria and Anybodys.
Young, vital, worried, dashing Obi-Wan Kenobi from the prequel trilogy movies: my Jedi Knight on a mighty steed/spaceship.
I loved Max from Guess Who. To be clear: I do mean Guess Who, the board game where you have to guess the character, and Max, one of those characters.
These are the emo boys I have loved. Short (much shorter than me), sad, and effeminate, these boys were my life. They were my first crushes.
Over a decade later, I realized that I’m a lesbian, and that my love of Star Trek: Voyager was emboldened by my latent crush on Captain Kathryn Janeway.
Get that knowing look off your face, my crush on Jennifer Walters wasn’t like that.
I like the “My First Crush” articles. They let you go back to your childhood and discover new things about yourself. As I did, with an idea named Aladdin.
Prince Eric was the most beautiful idiot I had ever laid my young eyes on, and he will always have a special place in my heart as my first crush.
When I read Twilight for the first time I fell in love with Jacob Black. I know, it’s a vampire book series and I fell in love with the werewolf.