Though it's not particularly well-written, the topic of this book is fascinating. It contains firsthand accounts from a group of people who lived communally in the late 1960s-early 1970s.
Here is a poem from the book:
I am a lesbian. It sounds like a title to me. No program. No lessons. How could I be that so simply? So easily? Well, that's where I'm at, so relax and dig it. I do. I am.
When did you come out? Three years ago, three months ago, a lifetime ago, about an hour ago. It doesn't matter, you're here. You're beautiful. I love you.
In the windows of the stores today I saw myself. Beautiful. Same face, same hair, same shape but beautiful for the first time in a long time.
Who do you model yourself after anyway? Men – tough, cool, competent, violent; the men of American fantasy; the lone cowboy who seldom speaks and never feels.
Not sure how I felt about it but it was an eye opening perspective I must say.