So, these two gay dudes bought some land in rural Pennsylvania, hoping to set up some kind of gay spiritual technology-free utopia of some sort, expecting that other gay men would want to come live with me to live communally and simply. It didn’t work out so well.
They did get a few takers: a man who was interested in the culture of the early German settlers, but preferred to observe its customs rather than pitch in; a guy they called “the Primitive man,” who set up a lean-to on the property and wore loincloths in the summer (he stayed the longest but turned out to be mentally ill).
Then there was the man who brought his accordion and offered to play while they worked. Indeed, the farming chores seemed to mystify most of their would-be brothers.
“Everyone just wanted to watch us work, and that got old real fast,” Johannes said.
“Not wanting to do any work,” is why a lot of left-wing utopias fall apart. They also tend to attract the mentally ill.
Personally, I love the idea of going off the grid. I have often considered buying a remote piece of land and living simply on it. My son is into the idea, but other members of the family… not so much. If I did, though, it would not be in the expectation of establishing any kind of “community.”
On a related note, gay amish romance novels are apparently a thing. I did not know that.