The Community Is Built in the Hours In Between
I came out at 20 while I was living in Provincetown, and I didn't realize at the time how lucky that was. The clubs were amazing. My friends and I danced, drank too much, and then stumbled down Commercial Street to Spiritus Pizza to hang out after hours, night after night, like it was our job.
The clubs were so fun, but that isn't where the community got built. It got built in all the hours in between. It was going to the beach with friends in the afternoon, and sitting on the post office steps knowing the faces that walked by, half of them stopping to chat. In that town every line blurred, between friends, co-workers, the guys who came back every summer, and the ones who never left. It all came together into something that felt like community, the kind where you belonged just by showing up.




