21st of September
21st of September
R.I.P. Dylan Ashe.
Driving Series… Monday
Fall in #Regina #beach is the best!
Take Me To Church
Beauty Fallen Barn
Harvest on the Fly
I never hear about the gay people in small towns. I mean, I do, but not the really small towns. I hear about queer people in small towns that would be considered cities here in Saskatchewan.
I don’t hear about other queer people in towns like mine that only have 1500 people.
I didn’t know that being gay was an option until I was 10. When I was 12 I started to think maybe I was gay but I knew I couldn’t start to confront that until I was out of my small town. I didn’t come out to my parents until I was 20. Then I came out to family friends and the news spread like wildfire. It doesn’t take long for a bit of gossip to reach everyone you know in a town this size, which is to say almost all of the town.
I always wonder how they are doing. The other queer people in the same position as me. I know they are out there. I know they are probably even in this town. I wasn’t the first and I won’t be the last, I’m just the first I know of. I wish there was a way for kids to know that they aren’t alone in this town.
When I was 14 our towns grocery store got a new manager. Of course that was the only big news in town that month, that is until people found out he was gay. I never heard much bad said about him, but whenever someone mentioned him there would inevitability be someone who would say “but did you hear he’s…you know…gay?” in a whispered tone. That was the only thing that mattered about him I guess. I was lonely and scared and grasping at straws and just knowing that I wasn’t the only one made me feel less alone.
I am always waiting to hear about other queer people from tiny towns because I know I am not the only one. I can’t be.