I’ve recently had the liberating experience of accepting my sexuality and embracing my romantic love and sexual desire for dogs and horses.
That said, I’ve known this and fought it for years, over a decade and a half going all the way back to when I was 15. I remember when and how I knew I was a zoophile, even if I was in denial about it.
I was outside doing yard work as part of my chores for my mom when I saw a younger white woman, around mid 20’s to early 30’s, walking her German Shepherd. He was uncut. His balls were so big; they were swaying and bouncing as he walked and I could not stop staring at them. I think I even drooled, and before I knew it I was rock hard. The same type of teenage trans girl horniness I felt for other women; the same sexual desire when I would daydream about pounding pussy. Men never interested me that much, but here I was drooling over the balls of a male dog.
I quickly finished my chores and ran inside and grabbed my phone. It began with looking up pics of dog cocks. But by the end of the night it was multiple videos of dog and horse fucking and sucking. I must’ve came at least 15 times that day, and I remember how exhilarating it felt; how right and natural.
But then came the guilt and the shame. I had broken such a cardinal rule. And I denied it for years and years and years. Getting depressed, swearing off of it, coming back to it. I realize now that I was denying a fundamental part of me. No longer will I do that to myself. But I will still hide it from the public for my own safety.