Finding Queer Joy in Santee: My Journey Through Unexpected Places
Have you ever felt like the only rainbow in a monochrome world? That was me three years ago when my job relocated me to Santee, California—a place I'd heard described as "Santucky" by some fellow LGBTQ+ folks.
When East County Became Home
I remember driving down Mission Gorge Road that first week, scanning for any hint of queer visibility. Nothing. But then I discovered Santee Lakes on a quiet Tuesday evening, where I spotted a person with a subtle pride pin. We made eye contact, shared that knowing nod, and suddenly I wasn't so alone.
The Invisible Tightrope We Walk
- Calculating safety in public spaces
- Driving to Hillcrest for community but wanting connection closer to home
- The exhaustion of coming out repeatedly to new neighbors and coworkers
- Finding that balance between authenticity and self-protection
Creating Space Where None Exists
What I've learned is that we become the visibility we seek. I started small—wearing subtle pride accessories at the local coffee shop until the barista, another queer person, finally whispered about a monthly meetup at the library.
Now we're six members strong, meeting weekly. We've discovered there were queer people here all along, just waiting for permission to be seen.
You Are Not Alone in Santee
Your experience is valid, whether you're out and proud or still finding your way. This suburban landscape might not have rainbow crosswalks, but we're here, creating constellations of community between the strip malls and hiking trails.
What's your Santee story? Share below—because every time we speak our truth, we make this space a little safer for someone else. Your voice matters here. We see you.