Finding My Place: Is Springfield, Oregon Ready for All of Me?
The first time I walked down Main Street with my partner, hand-in-hand, I felt every eye burning through me. It wasn't the warm summer sunshine making my cheeks flush—it was something deeper.
My Springfield Story
Three years ago, I moved to Springfield from Portland, trading big city energy for small-town charm. While I found gorgeous hiking trails and the best coffee shop tucked behind the old mill, I also discovered the particular challenge of being visibly queer in a smaller community. Those first months were a delicate dance of being authentic while testing the waters.
The Daily Tightrope
Maybe you've felt it too? That constant calculation:
- Is this space safe to be openly affectionate?
- Should I mention my partner at work?
- Will that neighbor still wave if they know?
- Where are all the other queer folks hiding?
Creating Your Own Light
What's worked for me is both simpler and harder than expected. I started small—a rainbow pin on my backpack became a beacon. I found allies at the community garden and gradually built connections. The Springfield library hosts an amazing LGBTQ+ book club every third Thursday where I've met some of my closest friends.
Remember that visibility itself is revolutionary. Your authentic existence creates space for others, even when it feels lonely.
You're Not Walking Alone
On difficult days, know that there's a growing community here, creating pockets of belonging throughout town. We may be scattered, but we're here.
What's your Springfield story? Have you found your people yet? Share below—your experience might be exactly what someone else needs to hear today.