In the romantic light of the moon, a glimpse of Karpie’s limbs, breasts and hair… all to no avail. There was no sexual surrender. By which i mean the much desired conclusion (for me) never came! There was a short period of ogling Karpie but my feelings were never reciprocated. Sexual desire is so often frustratingly unilateral. This wasn’t uniquely due to the age difference between us. It was something more general. As though the Kommune had signed up to a fanatical asceticism. How else am i to explain the sparse sexual activity?
Over the reams of writing devoted to alternative communities and their promiscuous proclivities, i counsel the casting of an ultra-sceptical eye. Alas, no wild orgiastic parties have i ever once witnessed!
i’ve been raised in two communes and in neither was free love recognised as a valid notion. It was as though a brilliant yoga had passed through, imposing upon everybody the path of chasteness. Just my karma to be raised by a sexless sect! Of course the Kommune isn’t really a sect. For starters we have no guru; Calculus being quite the opposite. The only sins he may have committed will be those of the omission variety.