I grew up in a *very* small, rural town in the Midwest. But *that* was a long, long time ago, before the word 'gay' was invented (well, so far as we all knew about it anyway).
It was a curse, sort of like a zombie open ward, but ALL the guys felt bored and frustrated, unless they had a car and a girlfriend. In fact, some of those farm boys back in the day, well, lets just say, horny boys are horny boys. I even fell in love, not that *that* is a good idea, especially when he's straight or thinks he is.
As for the rest of it, it was a nightmare. Even the county prosecuting attorney was a closet case, forever dating his beard, Wilma, the high school English teacher. Like right out of gay Mayberry or something.
Truth be told, when it was possible to do so, I left. I have *never* regretted that decision. There *is* another world. Seriously, living here in the SF Bay Area its like I'm living on another planet.