We’ve occasionally dipped a toe in the various trans subreddits, marvelling at the inhabitants and their improbable woes, but other bedlamite communities are available.
For instance, we could linger in the mood room of Reddit’s anarchists.
Where questions abound:
There’s a lot to unpack in there, what with the implications of crime and the assumption of some inexhaustible human kindness, but let’s press on. In the replies, deep and radical knowledge may await:
My partner would go out and dumpster dive, and I would forage and garden, that was our “grocery shopping.” I knew where to find fruit and wild vegetables. It took about a year to learn what was edible in the area.
A year of hit-and-miss. Bodes well for the digestive tract. And yes, the thrill of other people’s bin contents has been mentioned here before.
Not really selling the lifestyle, I fear.
Living free. In other people’s bins.
So not entirely liberated from those capitalist shackles, then.
I’m sure it wasn’t due to any maladjustment.
I truly miss the experience, but I believe it was too much for my ex to handle and it accelerated their mental health issues.
Okay then.
Other enthusiasts offer their hard-won wisdom:
The word is thievery. Lol.
However,
And then there’s this guru of the alternative:
It’s all kindness, kindness, burglary.
But it’s earning a living that’s ugly, you know.
Readers with a taste for dissonance and convolution will find much to chew on.
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