Blue Sky; Long Gone
Tourist
Hey all. I'm writing this just to vent and maybe hear feedback and thoughts. Don't reply if you don't have anything constructive to say. This isn't a hate post and I'm not trying to start an argument.
For basically my entire life, I've always been an animal person — whenever I'm hanging with friends, I always wind up with their pets crawling all over me, wild animals aren't as scared around me as they are around other people, and I can't help but find myself empathizing with animals more strongly with people.
But I'm also a zoophile and I fucking hate it. I first got the urges when I started puberty, and I started trying to engage my dog in sexual activities. I didn't really understand what I was doing; I was very hypersexual even before puberty but I had no concept of sexual morality or consent and the like, and "taboo" was completely foreign to me. I wish I knew, so I could've stopped — but I enjoyed it, and I know that nothing would've changed even if I knew. I still regularly watch zoo porn despite hating that I'm a zoo, it's just an unfortunate part of me.
I don't know how to feel about zoophilia. I stand pretty firmly in the "animals can't consent" camp, but I feel like a complete and total hypocrite any time the topic comes up (which is rare). I don't have any dislike or contempt for zoophiles, and I don't inherently hate zoophilia itself — but I struggle with so much internal conflict about it. I don't want to get into the morality of beastiality; zoophilia is a very nuanced topic and I'm not here to debate or argue.
But zoophilia is rotting from me inside and I need to know how to fucking deal with this shit. It keeps seeping into everything in my life: my porn consumption, my sex life (pet-play), my mental health, and even my writing??? I just want it to go away so I can feel normal. I hate harbouring this dark nightmare in my head — it is a scourge upon my life and a parasite that I'm afraid will destroy me in the future. My biggest fear currently is meeting another zoo or having a friend or partner come out as one — because I know I'm terrified of what might come from that.
I know this is all shit I should be telling a therapist, but I CANNOT have anyone irl know about this — even if they're bound by strict client confidentiality. I'm terrified of the consequences of anyone finding out. I don't want my friends or my family to know and see me like some sort of monster, and I don't want to have my future ruined before I even finish college.
Please, I need guidance. How do I deal with this? I need to know how I can deal with this in a healthy and responsible manner. I don't even know where to begin.
Thanks in advance and sorry if I posted in the wrong topic or whatever — I'm new to this forum.
Also I'd like to clarify that I don't think zoophiles are bad people or immoral or anything. I hate that I'm a zoophile while not hating that zoophiles exist.
For basically my entire life, I've always been an animal person — whenever I'm hanging with friends, I always wind up with their pets crawling all over me, wild animals aren't as scared around me as they are around other people, and I can't help but find myself empathizing with animals more strongly with people.
But I'm also a zoophile and I fucking hate it. I first got the urges when I started puberty, and I started trying to engage my dog in sexual activities. I didn't really understand what I was doing; I was very hypersexual even before puberty but I had no concept of sexual morality or consent and the like, and "taboo" was completely foreign to me. I wish I knew, so I could've stopped — but I enjoyed it, and I know that nothing would've changed even if I knew. I still regularly watch zoo porn despite hating that I'm a zoo, it's just an unfortunate part of me.
I don't know how to feel about zoophilia. I stand pretty firmly in the "animals can't consent" camp, but I feel like a complete and total hypocrite any time the topic comes up (which is rare). I don't have any dislike or contempt for zoophiles, and I don't inherently hate zoophilia itself — but I struggle with so much internal conflict about it. I don't want to get into the morality of beastiality; zoophilia is a very nuanced topic and I'm not here to debate or argue.
But zoophilia is rotting from me inside and I need to know how to fucking deal with this shit. It keeps seeping into everything in my life: my porn consumption, my sex life (pet-play), my mental health, and even my writing??? I just want it to go away so I can feel normal. I hate harbouring this dark nightmare in my head — it is a scourge upon my life and a parasite that I'm afraid will destroy me in the future. My biggest fear currently is meeting another zoo or having a friend or partner come out as one — because I know I'm terrified of what might come from that.
I know this is all shit I should be telling a therapist, but I CANNOT have anyone irl know about this — even if they're bound by strict client confidentiality. I'm terrified of the consequences of anyone finding out. I don't want my friends or my family to know and see me like some sort of monster, and I don't want to have my future ruined before I even finish college.
Please, I need guidance. How do I deal with this? I need to know how I can deal with this in a healthy and responsible manner. I don't even know where to begin.
Thanks in advance and sorry if I posted in the wrong topic or whatever — I'm new to this forum.
Also I'd like to clarify that I don't think zoophiles are bad people or immoral or anything. I hate that I'm a zoophile while not hating that zoophiles exist.