Queerness is curiosity. It is the childhood impulse to wander about, collect sticks and pine cones, overturn rocks in search of organic treasures, dig holes in the sand and catch fireflies past dusk. It is discovery, longing, an unearthing of objectness, a search party for being and a constant arms reach away from crumbling ground. A trace, a glimmer, a residue. Queerness lives in trees, floats in salt filled oceans, in humble dirt, open fields, beyond metropolitan soil; out of bounds with a sense of risk, survival, decay and loss. Living in nature has been described as living outside of the real (constructed) world. Yet we are real bodies, real people expected to fit a mould that was never designed for our forms. Beyond the real, we are able to sculpt our own moulds. In nature we are as we present. There are no expectations, no refusals or violences. We are bodies that melt into the landscape. Living statues. Monuments of flesh, a defined presence. We are as we live, Out of bounds.