I do wonder if the metaphor of community "space" leads people into importing a raft of intuited ideas about physical space that just aren't true online?
Physical space can inherently separate your sweaty teenage drug-fuelled lube-splashing furry bedroom orgy from the eye-bagged hush-voiced kitchen table discussion of Palestine from the quiet tea-and-biscuits in the living room of people who just need a fucking break, by virtue of simple distance
In an online space, unless it's specifically designed for it and community norms enacted, everybody is superposed; the quiet tea shoulder-to-shoulder and brought to tears by the politics, everyone's faces streaked with the splashed lube of what's happening on top of the table.
The only way, on Cohost, of keeping your dicks off the dinner table is to TAG. YOUR. SHIT.
