This is my confession. I'm sorry for this post: I think this is news.

I wrote an essay that instructed people on how to have sex with woofs. I knew from simple biology and what passions can lead to, that woofs could be physically harmed by this. I wrote the essay after I had attended several chat sessions in a 'zoophile' chat. I was taken aback with how dangerous some of their 'tips' could be... like putting butter on it... etcetera... things that can cause serious infections and internal injury.

I find Woofs attractive... that's why I had an interest and I was there. I don't think anyone that truly loves canids could think otherwise. But I feel it like a kinship... to the point that these feelings entirely overwhelmed my life's path. I may have taboo feelings, but I've never wanted to harm anything. Regardless what you think about these acts, I don't want anyone, human or canine, to get harmed. So I wrote an article about how to do what was going to be done, regardless. Except that with this essay, woofs might hopefully be spared injury.

I had already tried direct methods... telling them what they are doing is wrong. But they just started banning me from forums. So I tried to write something that might help. It's now posted to almost every zoophile archive on the Internet. No, I didn't repost it everywhere... it simply propagated. I can't take it back. It truly is Pandora's Box. But I believe I've saved a lot of woofs from injury... there's at least that.

This is the truth... and I am sorry if it offends anyone. The world is a complicated thing and people are even more complicated. Can one know how all of the dominoes will fall? It seemed a good idea... and I'd do it again.

There is no more.