Does Anyone Else Feel Like They're the Only Queer Person in Scranton Sometimes?
Last week, I was sitting alone at Northern Light Espresso Bar, rainbow pin proudly displayed on my jacket, when I caught someone across the room with the same pin. We exchanged that knowing glance - that silent "hey, I see you" moment that feels like finding water in a desert.
Finding My Queer Family in Coal Country
When I moved to Scranton three years ago, the first thing everyone mentioned was The Office. Nobody mentioned how challenging it would be to find my people. I spent months wandering between Fidelity Bank events and First Fridays, hoping to stumble upon the queer community. Eventually, I found them - not in one big group, but scattered like colorful gems throughout the Electric City.
The "Only One" Syndrome
The hardest part about being queer in smaller cities like ours is feeling isolated despite being surrounded by people. You might be experiencing:
- Dating apps where you recognize every single profile within days
- The internal debate about whether to come out at your workplace
- Traveling to Wilkes-Barre or even Philly just to find queer-centric spaces
- Becoming the unofficial "gay best friend" to what feels like half the city
Building Community Where You Are
What's saved me is realizing I don't need to find the community - I can help create it. The Giving Tree at Nay Aug Park hosts informal gatherings. The Bog on Adams Avenue has become increasingly welcoming. And yes, those online groups help too!
Remember, our queer ancestors thrived with even fewer resources than we have. Your existence here matters and makes Scranton brighter.
Drop a comment about your favorite queer-friendly spots in Scranton! Let's build our map together. 💜