I've never liked labels on sexuality. Hetero/homo/bi, dominant/submissive/switch, masculine/feminine/non-binary…these seem to imply that we're only ever one thing. But there are so many ways in which we can change depending upon the circumstances and who we're with, in the moment.
The romantic and sexual side of Couchsurfing is a byproduct of the intimacy that results when two people share such a close space and of the ethos around travelers in general.
I spent the next couple of years traveling around and experiencing the world in every strange manner I could find. And slowly I saw the puzzle come together.
The lie of those Instagram-worthy travel pictures, though, is that they sell a single peaceful moment as a lifestyle. Sure, there are moments of beauty and wonder and passion. And it feels good, for a while. But you can't stay in that moment forever.