The profits from the worker owned business go to providing shared resources for all residents.
To contrast the situation with my boyfriend's ex, I will paint a picture of a failed relationship on the commune.
First of all, many of them wouldn't even drink regular Kool-Aid; it has too many artificial colors and flavors. Nobody I know is enough of a follower to accept drinks from a guy who believes they can talk to God.
Before I stumbled upon the communities movement, I was definitely looking for it.
I used to live in a rickety barn with paper thin walls that shook at the slightest movement.
It swayed from the wind when people walked, and also when people did... One night I noticed that the shaking of the barn was not simply from my walking in. After a moment I made the connection between the muffled moans coming from my ex-boyfriend's room and the barn's movement.
The highly publicized Charles Manson was practically the Cheney of hippies, a violent misogynist dressed in Wizard's clothing.