Finding My Queer Joy in Small-Town Massachusetts
Have you ever felt like you're the only queer person in a small town, searching for community in places that seem to hide their rainbows?
My Attleboro Awakening
When I moved to Attleboro three years ago, I was prepared for the historical charm but not for how invisible I'd feel as a queer person. Those first months were lonely—walking through Capron Park wondering if anyone else like me was enjoying the same sunshine, browsing at the farmers' market near Attleboro Public Library and scanning for subtle rainbow accessories or queer coding in others.
The Quiet Struggle
Let's be honest about the challenges:
- Dating apps show the same 12 people within a 25-mile radius
- Coffee shops don't advertise themselves as queer-friendly spaces
- Making the first move is terrifying when you're not sure how someone might react
- Winter isolation hits differently when you're already feeling disconnected
Creating Space Where None Exists
What transformed everything for me was creating the community I couldn't find. I started a tiny book club that now meets monthly at Morin's Diner. We've grown from 3 to 15 members who've become my chosen family. The Attleboro Arts Museum even let us host a small queer art showcase last Pride!
You Are Not Alone Here
That feeling in your chest that you're the only one? I promise you're not. We're scattered throughout Bristol County, shopping at Market Basket, walking dogs near the Balfour Riverwalk, existing quietly but persistently.
What's your experience being queer in Attleboro? Share below—your story might be exactly what someone else needs to feel less alone in our little corner of Massachusetts.