Does Anyone Else Feel Like a Rainbow Fish in a Desert Pond?
The first time I saw the London Bridge in Lake Havasu City, I laughed at the irony. A famous bridge transported stone by stone to the Arizona desert—could there be a better metaphor for feeling transplanted as a queer person in this retirement-meets-spring-break paradise?
My Havasu Story
Moving here three years ago for a teaching position, I quickly discovered the paradox of Havasu: breathtaking sunsets over the lake but limited spaces where I could fully be myself. That first summer, I'd watch boats full of partying tourists while sitting alone at Rotary Park, wondering if I was the only queer person for miles.
The Invisible Community Struggle
The challenges here are real:
- Dating apps show profiles 50+ miles away
- No dedicated LGBTQ+ venues or events
- The constant coming out conversation with new acquaintances
- That feeling when someone assumes your "roommate" is just a roommate
Finding Your People Anyway
But here's what I've learned works:
- The library hosts an inclusive book club every third Thursday
- Joining non-queer-specific groups (my hiking club has three queer members!)
- Making regular trips to Phoenix for bigger community events
- Creating the space you wish existed (our monthly potluck started with just four people)
Remember that queerness blooms even in unlikely places. The community here might be smaller and more subtle, but we're absolutely here. Your authenticity matters, especially in places that don't make it easy.
Have you found creative ways to build community in smaller towns? Share below—your ideas might be exactly what someone else needs to hear today.