As if their recent promotion to teenagers of dangerous and deadly anal-sex wasn’t bad enough, the magazine marketed to teeny-boppers called Teen Vogue recently went all in for the sexual revolution. How bad was it? Bat-poop crazy bad:
“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.”
Yes, add ecosexual to the alphabet soup of insanity that has infected the minds of millennials and those who desperately want to gain their adoration. LGBTQIAA2P-E now, I guess?
As far as I can tell this ecosexual nonsense got started with a pervert professor at the University of California Santa Cruz named Elizabeth Stephens. She’s the genius who is getting paid by tax dollars to promote her documentary “Ecosexual Love Story” that includes erotic scenes of her licking trees.
And lest you think that she is merely some whacked-out adjunct prof at UC Santa Cruz who just teaches a weekend seminar to a handful of students, think again. This lady is the chair of their art department. The chair. She’s in charge. She’s calling the shots. Shots that include blending art, sex, and the environment.
According to the College Fix, she’s led a symposium on “Ecosex” that have involved other professors at the school, and directed a “walking tour” in Germany that included “25 ways to make love to the Earth, raise awareness of environmental issues, learn ecosexercises, find E-spots, and climax with the planetary clitoris.”
Admittedly I didn’t have the stomach to look up her 25 ways to have sex with the Earth, but a little more digging and you find her co-written “manifesto” that tells you all you need to know about her disturbingly obvious issues:
“We make love with the Earth. We are aquaphiles, teraphiles, pyrophiles and aerophiles. We shamelessly hug trees, massage the earth with our feet and talk erotically to plants. We are skinny dippers, sun worshippers, and stargazers. We caress rocks, are pleasured by waterfalls, and admire the Earth’s curves often. We make love with the Earth through our senses. We celebrate our E-spots. We are very dirty.”
Actually, she’s a hippie. A perverted hippy who has found the only respectable home holdovers from the sexual militancy of the 1960s can perpetuate their corrupt, nonsensical garbage: the American university system.