After our walk, Sprinkle and Stephens asked me how I felt after experiencing the world “through the ecosexual gaze.” I said I was thirsty, something that confirmed for them that water was one of my key ecosexual elements.

After I told them about things I noticed through my new ecosexualized gaze over the past three days — the smell of damp earth at Wildside West, the way leaves of a tree felt brushing against my hand, the warmth of the sun on the back of my neck — they offered their clinical opinion: I could be a burgeoning ecosexual.

I admitted that I’d become, at the very least, ecocurious.

Read the full article in the San Francisco Chronicle.