The highly publicized Charles Manson was practically the Cheney of hippies, a violent misogynist dressed in Wizard's clothing.Religious cult leader Jim Jones is infamous for giving his followers a poisonous beverage often referred to as "the Kool Aid." I can just imagine how my commune friends might react if they were offered the Jonestown concoction.For two years, I lived on a rural egalitarian commune, known these days as an "intentional community." Communes are defined as "a group of people living together and sharing possessions and responsibilities." Where I lived, it meant running a worker-owned business and a farm with around forty other people. The outside world, or "Babylon," as it's begrudgingly referred to by many communards, never fails to confuse and frighten me.To contrast the situation with my boyfriend's ex, I will paint a picture of a failed relationship on the commune.If you cannot deal with former partners living and dating in your house, you are not going to last long.Even when I was dating my ex `Styrofoam' (we encourage people to choose whichever name they like), we'd make out with people in front of each other. Each girl he was involved with was someone with whom I worked, lived and hung out. When I mention my previous lifestyle, people frequently ask me "Is it a cult?He was the closest I've ever come to listening to someone with a messiah complex. I desperately needed to find like-minded people and to experience the togetherness I felt at Occupy again.
That was my way of dealing with this commune-typical situation.It is incredible to me how seldom people in America consider sharing as a realistic option.Materialism is rampant, and, unfortunately, wastefulness is the result.We shared food, houses, gardens, clothing, soap, tobacco, cars, sometimes even lovers - with everyone's consent, of course. I know so many broke artists, and I've recommend that they go in with their other broke friends to buy food.
It's cheaper to buy food in bulk, and sharing meals can be emotionally rewarding.
When I was twelve, someone told me what a commune was and I told my mother I intended to live on one instead of going to college.