Coming to terms with my tastes

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Lolrocco

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Hi all, new here, and very new to this whole community. My question is how have people gotten over the self doubt and guilt that some (like myself) feel because they are attracted to animals?
 
Lucky for you, I just wrote about this! Apologies in advance for the length:

“The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was nothing like the caricature of a zoophile I’d pictured in my mind. Nothing about me had changed. I was still a nerdy woman that loved anime, stayed up too late writing crappy novels, loved my boy more than anything, hiked any chance I got, and spent my days getting my ass whooped in console games with friends when I wasn’t working or in school. Really all that had changed was that I’d put a name on a feeling I’d had since puberty.

Life would go on. The sun still shone, the rain still poured, and the earth still spun in circles. Rio [My animal partner] still loved me regardless of my orientation. He still wanted to cuddle and make out and steal my pretzels. He was happy with me regardless. So why was I making myself miserable? Why was I punishing myself for an evil that wasn’t there?

I guess once I took a step back and realized that my orientation didn’t define me, it wasn’t that hard to accept myself for who I was.

My sexual orientation isn’t a hindrance on my life. It’s not a burden to my lover, to my family, to my friends, or even to myself. It doesn’t make me a rapist or a psychopath or whatever other label is out there for zoophiles. It’s just a small piece of the pie, a fraction of the whole dessert.

We’re made the way we are for a reason. We may not ever know what the reason is, but each and every one of us has been carefully crafted by whatever’s out there, if there’s anything out there at all. For some weird reason, I was made with a taste for dogs. I don’t think I’ll ever know why. But what I do know is that I’m not a monster. I bleed red when I’m sliced into. My tears still taste of salt, I have the same reluctance to harm as anyone else, I have my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my favorite food and my favorite weather...

If there ever comes a day where I do hurt Rio, then I can deal with the consequences then. But as of now, I have yet to see that happen. Despite all the bullshit he has to go through, his undying affection towards me gives me faith that everything is just fine. That I’m not a danger to him. That the way I was made isn’t a problem for him, so it shouldn’t be for me.

Whatever the reason I was made this way, I’m willing to go with the flow and see where the road takes me. That’s all we’re doing in the end: Floating aimlessly along the river the universe made for us.”



I wish you luck in figuring yourself out. It’s a bumpy road and at times you’ll doubt yourself, but just remember that you were made just the way you were meant to be. You can’t change who you are, and as long as you’re not causing harm to others, there’s no need to feel ashamed. Just continue to live your life. And enjoy it while you can.
 
Jewelry Fish said:
Lucky for you, I just wrote about this! Apologies in advance for the length:

“The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was nothing like the caricature of a zoophile I’d pictured in my mind. Nothing about me had changed. I was still a nerdy woman that loved anime, stayed up too late writing crappy novels, loved my boy more than anything, hiked any chance I got, and spent my days getting my ass whooped in console games with friends when I wasn’t working or in school. Really all that had changed was that I’d put a name on a feeling I’d had since puberty.

Life would go on. The sun still shone, the rain still poured, and the earth still spun in circles. Rio [My animal partner] still loved me regardless of my orientation. He still wanted to cuddle and make out and steal my pretzels. He was happy with me regardless. So why was I making myself miserable? Why was I punishing myself for an evil that wasn’t there?

I guess once I took a step back and realized that my orientation didn’t define me, it wasn’t that hard to accept myself for who I was.

My sexual orientation isn’t a hindrance on my life. It’s not a burden to my lover, to my family, to my friends, or even to myself. It doesn’t make me a rapist or a psychopath or whatever other label is out there for zoophiles. It’s just a small piece of the pie, a fraction of the whole dessert.

We’re made the way we are for a reason. We may not ever know what the reason is, but each and every one of us has been carefully crafted by whatever’s out there, if there’s anything out there at all. For some weird reason, I was made with a taste for dogs. I don’t think I’ll ever know why. But what I do know is that I’m not a monster. I bleed red when I’m sliced into. My tears still taste of salt, I have the same reluctance to harm as anyone else, I have my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my favorite food and my favorite weather...

If there ever comes a day where I do hurt Rio, then I can deal with the consequences then. But as of now, I have yet to see that happen. Despite all the bullshit he has to go through, his undying affection towards me gives me faith that everything is just fine. That I’m not a danger to him. That the way I was made isn’t a problem for him, so it shouldn’t be for me.

Whatever the reason I was made this way, I’m willing to go with the flow and see where the road takes me. That’s all we’re doing in the end: Floating aimlessly along the river the universe made for us.”



I wish you luck in figuring yourself out. It’s a bumpy road and at times you’ll doubt yourself, but just remember that you were made just the way you were meant to be. You can’t change who you are, and as long as you’re not causing harm to others, there’s no need to feel ashamed. Just continue to live your life. And enjoy it while you can.
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That’s really nice :) thank you for sharing
 
<shrug> Aside from being a normal "not to be known by others - keep it out of the public eye" caution, I don't think about it at all. I'd rather mate outside my species. So what?

Guilt? What guilt? By who's (or should that be "whom's" there?) authority? And why should I give a <bleeeeeeeep>? Self doubt? Wuddat?

ETA - just realized it shoulda been "whose".
Wuddaya know - even us senile ol' graybeards muff it once in a while. :)
 
Jewelry Fish said:
Lucky for you, I just wrote about this! Apologies in advance for the length:

“The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was nothing like the caricature of a zoophile I’d pictured in my mind. Nothing about me had changed. I was still a nerdy woman that loved anime, stayed up too late writing crappy novels, loved my boy more than anything, hiked any chance I got, and spent my days getting my ass whooped in console games with friends when I wasn’t working or in school. Really all that had changed was that I’d put a name on a feeling I’d had since puberty.

Life would go on. The sun still shone, the rain still poured, and the earth still spun in circles. Rio [My animal partner] still loved me regardless of my orientation. He still wanted to cuddle and make out and steal my pretzels. He was happy with me regardless. So why was I making myself miserable? Why was I punishing myself for an evil that wasn’t there?

I guess once I took a step back and realized that my orientation didn’t define me, it wasn’t that hard to accept myself for who I was.

My sexual orientation isn’t a hindrance on my life. It’s not a burden to my lover, to my family, to my friends, or even to myself. It doesn’t make me a rapist or a psychopath or whatever other label is out there for zoophiles. It’s just a small piece of the pie, a fraction of the whole dessert.

We’re made the way we are for a reason. We may not ever know what the reason is, but each and every one of us has been carefully crafted by whatever’s out there, if there’s anything out there at all. For some weird reason, I was made with a taste for dogs. I don’t think I’ll ever know why. But what I do know is that I’m not a monster. I bleed red when I’m sliced into. My tears still taste of salt, I have the same reluctance to harm as anyone else, I have my hopes, my dreams, my fears, my favorite food and my favorite weather...

If there ever comes a day where I do hurt Rio, then I can deal with the consequences then. But as of now, I have yet to see that happen. Despite all the bullshit he has to go through, his undying affection towards me gives me faith that everything is just fine. That I’m not a danger to him. That the way I was made isn’t a problem for him, so it shouldn’t be for me.

Whatever the reason I was made this way, I’m willing to go with the flow and see where the road takes me. That’s all we’re doing in the end: Floating aimlessly along the river the universe made for us.”



I wish you luck in figuring yourself out. It’s a bumpy road and at times you’ll doubt yourself, but just remember that you were made just the way you were meant to be. You can’t change who you are, and as long as you’re not causing harm to others, there’s no need to feel ashamed. Just continue to live your life. And enjoy it while you can.
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"You can’t change who you are, and as long as you’re not causing harm to others, there’s no need to feel ashamed. Just continue to live your life. And enjoy it while you can.".....Perfect rationale! :gsd_wink:
 
UR20Z said:
<shrug> Aside from being a normal "not to be known by others - keep it out of the public eye" caution, I don't think about it at all. I'd rather mate outside my species. So what?

Guilt? What guilt? By who's (or should that be "whom's" there?) authority? And why should I give a <bleeeeeeeep>? Self doubt? Wuddat?
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I’m glad you are confident in your needs. This doesn’t come easily to me.
UR20Z said:
<shrug> Aside from being a normal "not to be known by others - keep it out of the public eye" caution, I don't think about it at all. I'd rather mate outside my species. So what?

Guilt? What guilt? By who's (or should that be "whom's" there?) authority? And why should I give a <bleeeeeeeep>? Self doubt? Wuddat?
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lol. I admire your confidence
 
Being guilty would mean that you have done something wrong. An attraction to animals is not something you have done, you simply are attracted. So an attraction does not make you guilty, never, no matter what it is that you are attracted to.
 
Ruben said:
Being guilty would mean that you have done something wrong. An attraction to animals is not something you have done, you simply are attracted. So an attraction does not make you guilty, never, no matter what it is that you are attracted to.
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I have never acted on my feelings and probably never will. But watching the porn is so addictive and a turn in
 
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