Finding My Queer Joy in Monrovia's Hidden Corners
Have you ever felt like you're the only queer person in your small corner of the world? That was me three years ago when I moved to Monrovia, nestled at the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains.
My Monrovia Story
I still remember that first Saturday wandering through Old Town, wondering if I'd ever find my people here. The city's charm was undeniable—historic buildings, the Friday night street fair, and those mountain views! But as a queer person, I felt invisible until that rainy afternoon when I ducked into Bookfellows and noticed a tiny pride flag in the window.
When Connection Feels Impossible
The struggle to find queer community in smaller suburbs is real. Unlike LA proper with its vibrant queer scenes, here we face:
- Fewer dedicated queer spaces
- Dating apps that show matches 30+ miles away
- The constant coming-out conversations with new neighbors
- That lingering hesitation before holding hands in public
Creating Queer Community Where You Are
What changed everything for me was stopping the search and starting the building:
- Found the Monrovia LGBTQ+ Facebook group (small but mighty!)
- Started a monthly picnic at Library Park
- Connected with the GSA at Monrovia High School for volunteer opportunities
- Embraced being visibly queer at Wilderness Park hikes
Remember, your visibility creates space for others. Every time I wear my rainbow pin at Coffee Bean, someone new strikes up a conversation.
You Belong Here Too
On days when Monrovia feels too small, remember you're part of something bigger than geographic boundaries. Our queer joy matters in small towns just as much as in big cities.
What's your experience in Monrovia or similar suburbs? Share below—your story might be exactly what someone else needs to hear today.