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When Nausheen Hashmi moved to a south-west Victorian farming town, she wondered how the locals would greet her and her children. She need no
I never hear about the gay people in small towns. I mean, I do, but not the really small towns. I hear about queer people in small towns that would be considered cities here in Saskatchewan.
I don’t hear about other queer people in towns like mine that only have 1500 people.
I didn’t know that being gay was an option until I was 10. When I was 12 I started to think maybe I was gay but I knew I couldn’t start to confront that until I was out of my small town. I didn’t come out to my parents until I was 20. Then I came out to family friends and the news spread like wildfire. It doesn’t take long for a bit of gossip to reach everyone you know in a town this size, which is to say almost all of the town.
I always wonder how they are doing. The other queer people in the same position as me. I know they are out there. I know they are probably even in this town. I wasn’t the first and I won’t be the last, I’m just the first I know of. I wish there was a way for kids to know that they aren’t alone in this town.
When I was 14 our towns grocery store got a new manager. Of course that was the only big news in town that month, that is until people found out he was gay. I never heard much bad said about him, but whenever someone mentioned him there would inevitability be someone who would say “but did you hear he’s...you know...gay?” in a whispered tone. That was the only thing that mattered about him I guess. I was lonely and scared and grasping at straws and just knowing that I wasn’t the only one made me feel less alone.
I am always waiting to hear about other queer people from tiny towns because I know I am not the only one. I can’t be.
Small Town Things
Living in a small town is so strange, especially a farming town. For my grade 12 graduation, half of the girls were wearing cowboy boots with their grad dresses, and most of the boys were wearing cowboy boots and huge belt buckles with their grad suits. I also think I remember one or two boys wearing cowboy hats as well.
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Small Town Things
Living in a small town is so strange, especially a farming town. For my grade 12 graduation, half of the girls were wearing cowboy boots with their grad dresses, and most of the boys were wearing cowboy boots and huge belt buckles with their grad suits. I also think I remember one or two boys wearing cowboy hats as well.
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Locals are cutting and starting to bail the hay in the valley. It smells fucking amazing, I really never thought about it, but it really does.
Benefits of living in a farming community
During the summer months, living in a farming community is really great. There are numerous road side produce stands and it’s always cheaper, fresher and much better quality that whatever’s in the grocery store! Couldn’t make it to either organic farm today but I definitely want to see what is available there. Another benefit is that there’s not as much traffic as cities so I feel much safer biking everywhere!!