We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
My New England childhood home had lilacs around the shed that used to be the outhouse. IIRC, it was in use until the installation of central plumbing sometime in the '30s. My father stored our lawnmowers there.
It was not a unisex outhouse, as it had two sides- though it was lost to the shadows of history which side was which. The seats remained- at least some of them were still open. IIRC, on one side of the shed they had been planked over.