Finding Your Queer Familia in Small-Town Colorado
Have you ever felt like the only rainbow flag in a sea of sameness? That's how I felt when I first moved to Pueblo three years ago. The steel city skyline was beautiful, but where were my people?
My Pueblo Journey
I remember wandering through the Historic Arkansas Riverwalk, admiring the public art and wondering if any of the artists might be queer like me. That first winter was lonely - watching the Christmas lights at the Pueblo County Courthouse alone while scrolling through dating apps with zero matches within 50 miles.
The Small-Town Queer Struggle
Let's be honest about the challenges:
- Dating pools so small they're basically puddles
- The constant coming-out-again every time you meet someone new
- Finding safe spaces when there's only one gay-friendly coffee shop
- That feeling when everyone assumes your "roommate" is just a roommate
Building Your Chosen Family
Here's what eventually worked for me:
- Southern Colorado Pride events became my yearly pilgrimage
- The Pueblo LGBTQ+ Coalition introduced me to folks I now consider family
- Driving to Colorado Springs occasionally for their queer spaces
- Creating the community I couldn't find by hosting small gatherings
Remember, Pueblo's queer community exists in the in-between spaces - at certain tables at Solar Roast Coffee, in book clubs at the library, in community gardens. We're here, just scattered like wildflowers.
You Are Not Alone
On my darkest days, when I questioned staying in this city, a neighbor saw my pride flag and left a note: "Welcome home." Sometimes family finds you when you least expect it.
What's your Pueblo queer experience? Share below - your story might be the lighthouse someone else needs to find their way home. 💜