rickshaw
Lurker
I watched half of an amusing but not very insightful film about the search for happiness, and this line resonated hard enough that I'm actually posting in this chaotic zooporn forum about it.
"Happiness is being loved for who you are"
I'm a zoophile that seeks human connection, community, and love (though usually not in a sexual way). In my experience, not feeling loved as my zoophile self leaves an emptiness in me and makes it difficult to be happy. A loving canine partner is truly amazing, but also isolating as that love must be secret. Friendships and loving family are huge blessings, but they don't know my sexuality, and that love feels false or conditional or less than. When I had a human partner that loved me for who I am, sexuality and all, that emptiness disappeared for awhile, even in a deeply flawed and ultimately unhealthy relationship.
I can find human partners, but intiating relationships under the guise that I'm gay or straight feels disengenous, potentially hurtful to the other party, and potentially harmful to myself and my canine partner.
Trying to intiate relationships with other zoos via the internet seems fucking impossible (see Zooville as exhibit A), though it did happen once.
Feel I've painted myself into a corner here. Therapy seemed to present the only way out is to initiate relationships, then open up about sexuality at some point and hope for the best, and ignore that it feels wrong on multiple levels to do that. Now that my canine partner has passed, I can do that without risking their safety
For those of you that are content to live lives with only animal partners, and limited human connection, I am truly jealous and wish I could be content that way.
What do you all think?
"Happiness is being loved for who you are"
I'm a zoophile that seeks human connection, community, and love (though usually not in a sexual way). In my experience, not feeling loved as my zoophile self leaves an emptiness in me and makes it difficult to be happy. A loving canine partner is truly amazing, but also isolating as that love must be secret. Friendships and loving family are huge blessings, but they don't know my sexuality, and that love feels false or conditional or less than. When I had a human partner that loved me for who I am, sexuality and all, that emptiness disappeared for awhile, even in a deeply flawed and ultimately unhealthy relationship.
I can find human partners, but intiating relationships under the guise that I'm gay or straight feels disengenous, potentially hurtful to the other party, and potentially harmful to myself and my canine partner.
Trying to intiate relationships with other zoos via the internet seems fucking impossible (see Zooville as exhibit A), though it did happen once.
Feel I've painted myself into a corner here. Therapy seemed to present the only way out is to initiate relationships, then open up about sexuality at some point and hope for the best, and ignore that it feels wrong on multiple levels to do that. Now that my canine partner has passed, I can do that without risking their safety
For those of you that are content to live lives with only animal partners, and limited human connection, I am truly jealous and wish I could be content that way.
What do you all think?