This is going to be a vulnerable and funky and frankly embarrassing article. But y’all? Self acceptance matters, it matters a whole lot.
I recently lost a year-long relationship. It started out strong, with them knowing I am a zoophile and them admitting they were zoo-curious. However over time they realized they weren’t comfortable with zoo stuff. Super valid, totally understandable. The issue though, is that they wanted me to follow suit, to leave the zoo community, to leave being a zoophile behind, to leave myself behind. Here’s the embarrassing part, I did. I let my desire to maintain the relationship override my desire to be myself.
So for a year I tried, I tried to be who this person needed me to be. I tried at the cost of myself. They knew it was hurting me, but promised that, over time, it would get easier.
It didn’t get easier.
It built up inside me, festered, grew, suffocated. It led to self destructive behaviors and long since moved past self loathing. Eventually it overflowed and ultimately brought about the end of our relationship.
It was hard at first, being rejected by someone you loved over something you can’t change, something that you wanted to change, something that, try as you might, wouldn’t go away. I felt lost, like I didn’t know who I was anymore, who I should be.
But, ultimately, I did know both of those things. I needed to be myself. I needed to let myself be a zoophile again. That sounds funky, and it sounds cheesy, but it’s true. After the relationship I’ve since reconnected with old zoo friends, and rejoined zoo communities and, it has been, in a word, freeing.
I’m free now. I’m free to be myself. I’m free to accept myself and to love myself. The breakup was hard, but ultimately I’m glad it happened. I can be me again. I can be a loud and proud zoo again. And that feeling is amazing. My friends in the zoo community accept me, they accept me wholeheartedly, they accept me for who I am. And I’m learning to once again accept who I am too. I’m me and I’m a zoophile, and I’m happy with that. I’ve felt lighter in these past few weeks than I have in a long while. And I owe that to finally accepting myself again. No one should have to hide themselves away. Coming out isn't always an option, but coming out to yourself, accepting who you are, accepting yourself, that matters. Self acceptance matters, it matters a whole lot.