Keeps Getting Petter And Petter

Other than moving in, I haven’t blogged about living in a commune at all although I moved out in June. // And although I did live there whole nine months! / I was given birth by the commune to become the succesful artist I am today! Ha-ha! / A-hem… // We were six to eight (I forget) human roommates and like a dozen animals such as cats dogs, birds, lizards and bugs. A mixed bunch of students, job-havers and unemployed. / The proprietors rented out this huge mansion of a house to the bunch of us as long as they would finally find someone to buy the house.

Buying the house was by no means a thing to happen all that fast, you see the house had four small bedrooms, three large bedrooms, an enormous dining/living room and A GOD DAMN SWIMMING POOL DOWNSTAIRS INDOORS. / Welcome to luxury communism, y’all! / (I tried the pool like twice because I mean… the fuck?) // Clearly the house was originally built to accommodate a large family with children. The walls were thin as paper to make sure the adults would hear the kids go about their shenanigans. / Niko, no!!! / Juice / (Paint thinner) // This was not a very practical feature in a young adult household, should one prefer to get up at seven in the morning. / (Normal speaking voice) / (A dog startled by her own shadow) / (Stairs cracking) / Not all of us were able to have a soundproof room, nor did the earplugs help with the looming feeling of constant human presence.

Living half my adult life with singular roommates was all fine, with a lot less household maintenance and a lot more solitude. / Roommate’s traveling, aika nakuilla! / Huulisynkkaa henkesi edestä! / Yuck. // Communes however require a shit-ton of maintenance, house meetings and surprise guests. / If only I had seen that coming! // Sure, it would’ve been mighty credible as an anarchist to live communally and grow tomatoes in the back yard, but I’m far too unsocial for that kind of stuff should it require living in a kolkhoz. / IF I CAN’T SECLUDE, IT’S NOT MY REVOLUTION!

But honestly tho, the best thing about the commune was getting to know all the queer anarchist individuals in the city. I wouldn’t change a thing about that experience <3 / Greetings from the pink-black bubble, y’all!

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