move to vote…second that
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so i was apparently working through some cooperative living angst here…this was written while being active in a cooperative house of over 30 people. i moved in there when i had two kids. my third child was actually born there.
i have some love/hate feelings i’m still working through.
what’s real fun is listening to predominantly white people (mostly university students)–especially men–debate about diversity.
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one of the best parts about living in a cooperative house–house meetings!! just be sure to bring alcohol.
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my stars & ribbons–there is a lot of cursing in this comic.
this page might mark my moving on from grievances with one particular housemate to grievances with that entire culture of some intentional communities.
keep in mind, i was nearly kicked out of this coop for my attitude & lack of censoring.
i’m not sure i learned my lesson.
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so i lived in this coop in madison, & there was a chick there who i swear was stalking me. every time i left the room, she would take my chair…. it was kinda funny until one time i left the room & she took my ex-husband.
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so it’s a co-op of halloween figures…& yes, i am the zombie voodoo thing. my ex-husband is the mummified corpse (representative of his contribution to our family.)
based on a true story, of course.
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some of you may know i spent 4 years living in a cooperative house. this comic is based on that experience.
yes…i am a little jaded by the experience…yet i still believe intentional community is a good thing…just a tricky thing.
i personally find this strip hilarious…but i am sure it is totally offensive to some….
fallen XV
passions
run high
in this household
we
are a stormy
group
when the world seems most
daunting
we feel a pull
to quest
to conquer
storms roil
& rage
inside of us
when the world
is calm
we fret
& fight
amongst ourselves
awaiting
the next outbreak
to ease our
tensions
we are the stormbringers
loosing
our turbulent
selves
on an unsuspecting
peace.
me & my minions. so much a force to be reckoned with.
i once said of my boy, iggy, “he could make a saint swear.” and now i have poppy who sometimes makes iggy look like a saint.
you might think i exaggerate. if you do, i invite you to spend the weekend with us. (bring alcohol!)
and in that, i have realized i am dreaming if i think i can find an intentional community that we would fit into. so…plan b? who has a plan b?
um.
i thought, while trying to fall asleep last night, if i had the skill to do so, i would set up a site where single parents could meet & share resources. like even finding housing together, etc.
does this exist? if so, please point me in the right direction.
homesteading blues
as i try to figure out
where i want to be
who i want to be
who i am…
shopping for a new home
means leaving behind some things
i love
but regret i could not love
enough
once upon a time
i was a girl with a gentle spirit
who loved animals
but that spirit was cruelly
broken
& now i am so conflicted
am i a homesteader?
or an urbanite?
can i be both?
can i live without
wide open spaces?
can i thrive
without a ready
community?
i cannot imagine myself staying here without going completely fucking nuts…but when i go to list my critters on craigslist, i struggle to imagine a life without them.
except that it would be a life with less things to worry about.
and that does sound nice.
but no geese wandering through my front yard? no goats taking care of the lawn for me? no ducks randomly flying onto the roof? no turkey to be ambassador to my property?
of course, i have no where to go right now. i just know i cannot stay here. i looked into intentional communities, but all of the ones equipped to house a family our size, are way way too expensive for this mom who does not prioritize income.
