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Perhaps, because they're all strangers to one another and to you, the rules will be well established and that's vital.
Shared flats a few times. At University I shared with several other young gay men I barely knew. Didn't like any of them that much, and one I despised, but I wasn't there much and I got to know lots of other useful and interesting people through those guys. In retrospect, I also can see that they were all more experienced in the gay woirld than was I, and were looking out for me in a helpful way.
The next time I shared, it was well organised household, with a house meeting every week, although we all became such good friends that it never seemed like a formal thing. Juan would cook tortilla and we'd get progressively pissed until everything outstanding was discussed and put to bed.. We were all psychiatric nurses (six of us) and it was a great flat - huge old Edinburgh drawing room flat, perfect for parties. I had the time of my life and wouldn't change a moment of it. We were usually strangers, pretty much, to most of the rest of them when we arrived, but everybody knew one of the six quite well. I don't know how that might have changed the dynamic. One guy turned up and slept on the couch for several weeks and we all wanted shot of him but we all just put up with it till he fucked off eventually.
Otherwise, I've only lived in a flat that was mine, with partners in my flat or their flat or one we jointly owned. Only had a problem there when it was my flat and I had friends move into my spare room. Once for six months, once for a year. They were my best friends when they moved in. I resented the air they exhaled by the time they left.
Go for it. No prior baggage to affect events when yoiu're strangers. Be careful to exercise caution though, and don't start trusting people just because you share living space. You need those rules or it can get very messy. |
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