Day 1 in Ello.
Finally, it's just us. I look at the little encircled faces of all my queer friends on the left, and come to realize we've done something that feels noteworthy. We have a "place" of our own. Ok, it's not perfect. It's cozy, if a bit... spare. Could use some paint. We'll have to get used to a tiny and uninspired font, which is okay. I'm going to need reading glasses soon anyway. There's little to no privacy, just friends and "noise." The amenities we've grown accustomed to are lacking, but none of them were really necessary. Okay, sometimes my comments on comments decide to post, or they don't. I'm sure the bugs will get worked out. That's what we're paying the admin for... oh, right.
But, c'mon. The new landlords seem nice, their rules seem more or less flexible about us hanging out naked on the veranda, they don't seem to mind how we dress or that I call my neighbor "Our Lady of The Flowers" instead of Stanley. They say they're aware of all the improvements and repairs that need to be made. I'm patient, I hope they'll get to it soon. At least nobody is trying to sell us anything.
In the meanwhile, we should all enjoy this feeling while it lasts. A nostalgic dream so many of us missed out on, due to the combined, meatspace factors of age, assimilation, advertising and politics, is finally available to us to simulate on the Internets. This is as close as any of us in this part of the world will come to our own proper (if digital) ghetto. At least we're not displacing anyone here. Viva separatismo!