I’m a 32-year-old female
engaged to a 34-year-old man. Some months ago, when we were both drunk,
he “got up the nerve” to show me some bestiality porn and tell me how
much the thought of me with a dog turns him on. He was absolutely
terrified that I would leave him over this but said he couldn’t hide it
anymore. I was pretty inebriated at the time, and I didn’t say much. We
continued to watch dog-on-girl porn, which I can’t say turned me off,
but mainly because it turned him on so much.
Since then, he has brought up this subject
when he’s inebriated. I’ve told him that as long as this remains a
fantasy, I won’t make an issue of it. I also told him that when I am
sober it makes me fairly uncomfortable and that it exploits the animal
involved. He argued what I’m sure a lot of people into...
...issue of it. I also told him that when I am
sober it makes me fairly uncomfortable and that it exploits the animal
involved. He argued what I’m sure a lot of people into bestiality
believe: It isn’t cruelty or abuse if it’s a male dog doing what comes
instinctively to that dog. He also told me that he once had a
girlfriend who allowed a dog into their sex life, him as a voyeur, her
as a participant in full-on sex with the animal. At that point I
changed the subject and we had good old vanilla sex with no more talk
of dogs, but he was really turned on. I love this man a lot and in
every other way our lives are wonderful. We have also both cut back on
drinking in the past month—this is a commitment we have made to
each other.
The questions I have are these: Is just the
fact that he is/we are watching this kind of porn animal abuse? Can
this really remain just a fantasy for him, or will he seek this out
again, especially since he has had it before? Bestiality is one of the
fetishes you disapprove of, Dan, but I have no one else to ask about
this.
Dog Day Shafternoon
Yes, DDS, I disapprove of
bestiality—because, well, ick. And that, as anonymous
dog-fuckers have pointed out to me repeatedly over the years, is the
same logic homophobes use to justify their bigotry. But when I go on
the record about bestiality—and I’m always con—I go out of
my way to throw the animal lovers a bone: If I were a sheep, I’d
certainly rather be screwed than stewed.
But still. Ick.
Seeing as I’m biased against
bestiality—particularly dog-fuckery, as I don’t understand how
people even keep dogs as pets—I’m going to recuse myself
for a few paragraphs.
“In most cases, the animal is willing and
able,” says Martin Weinberg, a professor in the Department of Sociology
at Indiana University who has studied zoophilia. “It is difficult and
dangerous to try and force an animal to do something it doesn’t want to
do,” adds Weinberg. “However, bestiality is against the law in many
states, even though I do not see it as abuse unless the animal is
physically forced.”
And then Dr. Weinberg makes an important
point, one that your fiancé needs to take to heart, one that you
might wanna have tattooed backward on his forehead the next time he
blacks out: “But if the girlfriend isn’t interested in watching it (or
in actually participating in the act), the man should be informed
that trying to force her into doing so is (to me) partner abuse.”
(Emphasis added.)
Catch that? While your boyfriend’s interests
may not qualify as animal abuse—and many would debate that
point—hounding you about it endlessly does qualify as
girlfriend/fiancée/wife abuse.
“The man this woman is talking about, as far
as we know, has never had sex with animals,” says Dr. Hani Miletski,
author of Understanding Bestiality & Zoophilia. “He just
likes to watch, which is very common. There are numerous sites online
that feature bestiality, and many curious people visit them often. For
some, it’s just curiosity.”
And for some, it’s so much more.
Will your boyfriend, in Dr. Miletski’s
opinion, be able to let this fantasy remain a fantasy? Or will he seek
it out again?
“It’s always difficult to predict what the
future will bring,” says Dr. Miletski, “but my guess is that he will
always use the idea of bestiality as a part, probably a major part, of
his sexual fantasy. He will probably try to get his current girlfriend
to act it out… but if she doesn’t feel comfortable with that, she
should continue to do and say what she has already done and said.”
I know what I would do and say: If my
partner could only get it up while images of dogs fucking my ass danced
in his head, that would be a deal breaker. But you’re more
compassionate or tolerant or indulgent than I am, DDS, and you sound
inclined to stay with this guy. And when drunk, DDS, you sound like you
might be tempted to give your fiancé what he wants. (“I can’t
say [it] turned me off, but mainly because it turned him on so much,”
“when I am sober it makes me fairly uncomfortable.”) So here’s how
things are gonna play out if you stay with this dude: He’s going to
bring this up again and again, and his commitment to cutting back on
booze will be undermined—perhaps fatally—by what booze
allows him to do, i.e., lower his inhibitions enough to go there, and
by what booze allows you to do, i.e., contemplate fucking dogs with
some level of comfort.
I’m not saying you shouldn’t stay. But you
gotta know what you’re signing up for: At the very least, you will be
indulging him in dog-on-girl—or dog-in-girl or
dog-in-you—dirty talk on a regular basis. And he will live
in hope that, if you talk about this long enough, if he gets drunk and
begs you often enough and can manage to get you drunk enough, you will,
one day, go there.
Don’t say you weren’t warned.
I love my husband. But he
won’t eat it. Absolutely won’t lick me down there. I do everything for
him! We’ve even started ass play, with me sticking a finger in his ass
while I blow him. I’ve explained to him that I can’t come—not
hard!—without it. He insists that he never will go there, and he
has accused me of trying to make him do something totally against his
moral code. I’m distraught to the point of wanting to cheat on him!
What do I do?
Unlicky In Love
Cheat on him already, UIL.
And while you’re online searching for a man
who’ll go down on you, UIL, I’m going to go online and Google “moral
codes.” I’m curious about this mysterious moral code your husband
cites, one that permits a finger up the butt during a blowjob but
forbids cunnilingus entirely. I know it’s not a Catholic thing—I
was an altar boy—but maybe it’s a Mormon delusion, like magic
underpants and coffeephobia and “Mitt Romney 2012.”
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