canidayyy
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I'm just experiencing what a lot of Zoos go through... The non-zoo partner who I'm terrified will find out and resent me or get me arrested.
I'm a lesbian (when it comes to humans), and I have a long-standing partner. We are, otherwise, perfectly and happily in love. We've known each other since 2012, were instant close friends, and have dated for 4 years now.
But here's the thing... We talk OFTEN about fictional scenarios involving ferals, monsters, knots, egg-laying, heat, and we even had one one-off conversation talking about how hot it would be for a sapient werewolf to fuck/knot a dog. It's HOT, and it makes me wonder if she's a zoo too, but of course for society's sake every time either of us mentions bestiality IRL we talk about how disgusting it is.
I've trusted her with my most fucked up PTSD night terrors. She's seen me at my worst, and at my best. She's always there for me in every way. I love her, I ADORE her, and I don't want to lose her. I'd love to marry her one day.
But I'm desperately in love with my cat, immensely attracted to handsome male dogs, and fall in love with animals as much as I fall in love with people.
My dream would be for us to both just end up being zoos, to share a life, with a happy house and some canine lovers. I just... wonder if it'll ever happen. I wonder if this is doomed to fail and I'm doomed to be abandoned for attraction I've known I had since before I knew what sex was. I had fantasies of marrying dogs and having their babies before 3rd grade, if that says anything. It's my WHOLE life.
I don't know if I can be fulfilled without an animal partner. I don't know how long I can go in a house before I get caught pleasuring my cat, or myself to zoo porn. We haven't moved in yet but plan to, and I'm just terrified.
I kind of want to tell her, under the pretense that I will get therapy for it if she has a bad reaction, but it feels... ingenuine. Because no therapy will stop this 'paraphilia'. I don't want to tell her and have my life ruined by cancel culture and a misunderstanding of how I love, or have her hate me in any way at all really. But that's the thing, I have this giddy hope that maybe just maybe she shares my attraction. We love talking about knots, about feral minds and inhuman manners of consent, about creatures on all fours... I just don't know if she draws the line at fiction. I don't want to risk ruining it but I also don't want to live an unhappy life pretending to be someone I'm not.
I just want to know what you all think.
I'm a lesbian (when it comes to humans), and I have a long-standing partner. We are, otherwise, perfectly and happily in love. We've known each other since 2012, were instant close friends, and have dated for 4 years now.
But here's the thing... We talk OFTEN about fictional scenarios involving ferals, monsters, knots, egg-laying, heat, and we even had one one-off conversation talking about how hot it would be for a sapient werewolf to fuck/knot a dog. It's HOT, and it makes me wonder if she's a zoo too, but of course for society's sake every time either of us mentions bestiality IRL we talk about how disgusting it is.
I've trusted her with my most fucked up PTSD night terrors. She's seen me at my worst, and at my best. She's always there for me in every way. I love her, I ADORE her, and I don't want to lose her. I'd love to marry her one day.
But I'm desperately in love with my cat, immensely attracted to handsome male dogs, and fall in love with animals as much as I fall in love with people.
My dream would be for us to both just end up being zoos, to share a life, with a happy house and some canine lovers. I just... wonder if it'll ever happen. I wonder if this is doomed to fail and I'm doomed to be abandoned for attraction I've known I had since before I knew what sex was. I had fantasies of marrying dogs and having their babies before 3rd grade, if that says anything. It's my WHOLE life.
I don't know if I can be fulfilled without an animal partner. I don't know how long I can go in a house before I get caught pleasuring my cat, or myself to zoo porn. We haven't moved in yet but plan to, and I'm just terrified.
I kind of want to tell her, under the pretense that I will get therapy for it if she has a bad reaction, but it feels... ingenuine. Because no therapy will stop this 'paraphilia'. I don't want to tell her and have my life ruined by cancel culture and a misunderstanding of how I love, or have her hate me in any way at all really. But that's the thing, I have this giddy hope that maybe just maybe she shares my attraction. We love talking about knots, about feral minds and inhuman manners of consent, about creatures on all fours... I just don't know if she draws the line at fiction. I don't want to risk ruining it but I also don't want to live an unhappy life pretending to be someone I'm not.
I just want to know what you all think.