Me: So yeah uh, hi, thanks for having me here, I'm glad that my application went through. Anyway, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I was thinking my role here could be, like, the Omelas kid? Like everyone else could feed me stale food, hit me to relieve stress, that sort of thing. Sorry, I'm kind of working through some stuff right now, and I'm thinking, if there's anywhere to recover from the trauma of cishet society, this is it.

Mid-20s girl on the Baeddel Compound 2.0: We got like 3 of those already, kid. Just do the fucking dishes, ignore the roaches in the upstairs bathroom, and try not to dampen the mood too much.

Me: (Has read Fischer, land, etc and therefore knows that this is even more of a Divine Punishment than my original idea) Hahahaha oh boy!

Compound girl: We don't use that word here