Philozoofur's Corner

The Wannabe Zoophile Intelligentsia

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  • Blood Horse Part II

    Apparently two blood horses. Some additional photos, for your consideration:

    God he has such a nice butt.

  • Blood Horse

    Apparently, 666 days before ex-Prince Andrew’s arrest, there was a blood covered horse running loose in the streets of London.

    AND HE WAS FUCKING HOT, HOLY SHIT

    (Source: Dazed Digital)

  • Some people are the worst

    There’s an argument in favor of legalizing bestiality that goes “hey, nothing here is worse than agricultural farming. Either end the practice, or let us do our thing.”

    Holy shit, this argument is disgusting. Fundamentally, this is a demand to rape an animal. You have to be a really fucked up person to make it. Willingness to make it should probably put you on some kind of watchlist.

    I bring it up because a few months ago, I saw another zoo flame out on Tumblr making, really wholeheartedly putting everything they had into it, and it was fucking was horrifying.

    You asked to rape an animal. That is why it is wrong. Do you need it clearly explained to you? 

    This is not an argument that is sane, much less pro-zoophile. It makes us look like monsters who don’t care in the slightest about the well being of our animals. Some people just have fucked up souls.

    It’s not an argument about allowing us to be together with our animals. It is, at best, an argument for abolishing animal farming. This is a fantastic goal, and I am 100% behind that, but you are making an argument that sacrifices the little respect we have as zoos to make a selfish, fucked up point!

    Fuck you. Fuck you, so much.

    You are not helping anyone!!! We do not want people like you in our community, fuck off!

  • Definition:

    Oiligarchy: Rule by the greasiest.

  • On Blogging

    Had written some heavy shit, took it down. Wanting a lighter tone to the blog.

    Not quite yet sure what constitutes a lighter tone. I want to write here about everything my mind, and there’s a lot of dark stuff to think about.

    The problem I have is that the original impetus for starting this blog came from a really serious place, and a lot of what I want to talk about is from that direction. I want to write about how the Epstein documents have affected paraphiles, and about zoo ethics, and about disability sexuality, and about more.

    I also want to post silly stories and art and music and stuff. I have no idea who will read them, but I don’t do these things for other people.

  • Fuck ICE, Rescue Dogs

    I don’t know how anyone could possibly misread that.

  • Speaking of Epstein…

    Good god I am not looking forward to the paraphile backlash off of this one. The internet is Big Mad at the Billionaire Pedophile Cabal, and once again pedophile is being used as a synonym for abuser. The crowd seems like they’re growing more radicalized, hopefully we don’t wind up in a situation where we’re openly being hounded out. All because of a tangental association with billionaires!

    This time, however, seems reasonably contained towards zoos so far. I’ve not seen almost anyone calling out paraphiles as a class, and only one person explicitly mentioning zoophiles. They had someone in the comments defending us, too! Not by defending animals, unfortunately, using the vegetarianism argument and saying we’re just as bad as factory meat, which is not a good look for us. Are we not past this?

    Hopefully zooey seeds are growing anyway. It’s reassuring to see that there are people out there who will defend us, even if they kind of suck at it, and I can’t complain about having allies.

    I just wish they didn’t suck at it.

  • Olympic Interruptions

    Apparently they interrupted the Olympics today for a breaking news announcement that a woman named Nancy Guthrie had been kidnapped. Why? There are thousands of people who go missing every day, why interrupt the Olympics?

    After the release of the Epstein files I’m feeling so conspiracy-minded. This feels simply like an attempt to distract, I’m predicting a new stupid scandal every day for weeks, or months. Or “until morale improves”.