A Rustling In The Bushes
Four years ago, when art professor Elizabeth Stephens filmed the documentary Ecosexual Love Story, in which she and her partner licked trees,
I could just stop there, really.
the term “ecosexuality” was still somewhat unknown.
If, by some chance, the term is unfamiliar,
Annie Sprinkle and Beth Stephens… authors of The Explorer’s Guide to Planet Orgasm… describe being ecosexual as this: “You don’t look at the Earth as your mother, you look at it as your lover.”
And so, inevitably,
We shamelessly hug trees, massage the earth with our feet, and talk erotically to plants.
Interest in this form of auto-erotic activism – a sort of frottage al fresco – has apparently been spreading:
The concept was recently featured in Teen Vogue, for example, which told its young readers about a concept called grassilingus, which was accompanied by a description of a musician laying face-down in grass and licking it. “Whether it’s masturbating with water pressure, using eco-friendly lubricant, or literally having sex with a tree — a person of any sexual proclivity who finds eroticism in nature, or believes that making environmentalism sexy will slow the planet’s destruction, can be ecosexual,” the magazine explained.
Readers are invited to ponder the question of consent, and whether the ladies are in fact advocating tree molestation.
Those whose appetite has been whetted will be thrilled to hear that the trailer for the aforementioned documentary can be viewed here. For the delicate among us, I should point out that said trailer does feature scenes of suggestive rock rubbing, references to coal mining as “a protracted form of genocide,” and free-swinging breasts being daubed with mud. A second, more recent film, on the delights of “ecosexual” weddings, complete with displays of hardcore Gaia-loving, can be savoured here.
Between the constitutional peasants and the Judean People’s Front (of Judea), when your ideological opponents are something out of a 1970’s Monty Python sketch it’s hard to know how to respond.
Oh, of course you do. Just grab a cup of of larks’ tongues and wrens’ livers and watch the show.
mattj2217
2 years ago
This is pretty much the experience of scrolling through my facebook feed.
I’m surprised no-one has mentioned Iowahawk: “Mother Earth – the ultimate MILF”.
…Loving yew isnt the right thing to do…
Kids, turn to the oldies channel, and listen to Mr Buckingham on just this one point.
Progressive on Monday: “Don’t assume X is heterosexual – that’s so reactionary. You don’t know what X’s sexual likes”
Progressive on Tuesday: “Although we haven’t asked, we know exactly what Mother Earth’s sexual desires are”
There are people who like dressing in Rubber and having a Japanese woman in stilettos walk up and down their back. (It’s a friend, honest). How do we know Mother Earth isn’t similar. She might be a masochist into concrete and pain: “I want a bare Brazil and I will create the creatures that give me one”.
There are people who like dressing in Rubber and having a Japanese woman in stilettos walk up and down their back.
It takes all sorts.
Don’t try this at the dog park, children.
The professor advocates tree rape. A tree cannot consent to sex. It cannot say ‘yes’, or ‘no’.
This anthrocentric, hegemonistic attitude is part and parcel of toxic hyperfeminity which places satisfying a woman’s needs above all else.
I meant what I wrote – feminity. If a man can declare himself to be female, and vice versa, I can spell whatever I want however I want.
I remember well the puritanical ’70s. You couldn’t walk across the street without getting some on you.
I think it’s very racist to insist that the lady walking on your back be Japanese.
And very sexist to insist on a lady.
And very able-ist to insist that she be able to walk–why can’t she roll a wheelchair over you?
And very [anthro-ist?] to insist on a person–why not a goat or a large dog?
Screw camping.