Finding My Rainbow in a Small Texas Town
Ever wondered what it's like being the only one waving a pride flag in a sea of Friday night football jerseys? That was me, age 17, realizing I was queer in Texarkana, where church steeples outnumber traffic lights.
My Texarkana Story
I still remember that humid August evening when I came out to my best friend behind the Waffle House on State Line Avenue. We sat on the curb, fireflies blinking around us like nature's own pride lights, while I stumbled through words I'd practiced for months. She hugged me, tight and long, before saying, "About time you told me."
When Small Town Meets Big Identity
Living authentically here comes with unique challenges:
- Dating apps show the same 7 people within a 50-mile radius
- Well-meaning neighbors who keep introducing you to their "other gay friend"
- Finding community spaces that aren't a 2-hour drive away
- Navigating family relationships when everyone knows everyone
Carving Your Own Path
Despite everything, there's beauty in creating your own queer oasis:
- Start small—I began with a monthly board game night that grew into our own little chosen family
- Connect virtually with other rural queer folks who understand
- Embrace the allies who show up (my high school English teacher still attends our local Pride)
- Be the visible representation you needed growing up
Remember, your existence here is revolutionary. Every day you live authentically in Texarkana, you're creating space for someone else to breathe easier.
How are you creating community where you are? Share below—your story might be exactly what someone else needs to hear today. 💜