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Maybe My Dad Was One

What can I say other than “It is my thoughts that my Dad may have been a Zoophile”. I say, “May have been,” due to the fact that he is deceased, and has been since ‘74. I really do think that this is so due to several things and indicators.

The first, but not the overwhelming one is that he was born and grew up on a farm of which is the same one that I was born and raised on there in the South-Eastern U.S.

The second is that they, (He and my Mom) caught my brother in the act with a cow and didn’t do more than give him a razzing about it.

The third is some of the things that he said and other things that he did and explained to me when I was growing up there on the farm.

O.K., now, let’s take the first, and that is that he grew up on a farm. What makes me think that he was a practicing “Zoo” is that he told me stories of him as a young man and some of the things that he told me that he did. Let’s take the time that he told me that he had an old gray mare that he used to pull a plow for working the soil. He told of times that he would go out to the pasture where she was grazing and of times that he would work himself around to the rear of the mare and would take her tail in hand, hook his toes over the hocks of her heels and pull himself up into the air and would be able to, as he told me, to ride her around like that. Now, where do you think he was at this time? Into the position of being right in a place where some of us would like to be? Think about it. That would put him at the right height to where things would line up and the plumbing would work together, right? Right.

Now, lets visit the time that they caught my brother in the act with a cow. What would you do if you caught one of your children doing something that you had not done as a kid and it was up to you to make a call as to punishing or letting things go? If it were something that you had never done and had not thought of, you’d be unprepared and most likely you’d react in a way that was to favor some kind of punishment, even if it were some kind of “reprimand”. So, now, if it were something that you’d have done as a kid or young adult, you’d be more prepared and most likely you’d be more apt to let things go as to punishment. And that is just what they did is to let it go and more aptly, they gave him a razzing for a while after that. They razzed him and with a smile on their faces, therefore, letting him know that it was not anything serious that they wanted him to stop. It was more like they were all right with the act and did not want him to think that they were disapproving of his actions. At least he could not father an offspring to have to care for like it would be if her were to get a girl pregnant. Right?

Now, let’s take the one about some of the things that he told and explained to me as a kid growing up. My Dad would make statements and innuendos that were on the edge of things, like the time that he grabbed this cow by the tail, lifted her tail up, and told me “this is very close to what a girl looks like in the corresponding place”. The one about the old gray mare as stated above. He never told of what he was doing while he was riding on her hocks while holding to her tail, but, it doesn’t take much of an imagination to put things together. It would be too much of a temptation for any red-blooded (hetero-) boy to be that close to something that good and not to do anything towards partaking of it. Like a warm, fresh baked apple pie cooling on a window’s ledge, and no one around to tell you “no”. If it were me in that position, even for the first time, even if I were a virgin, I think that the temptation of the sight, smell and even the close proximity of the plumbing parts…. I think that with everything at that moment would cause things in my groin to start to send messages to my brain. What kind of messages you ask? Well, those messages that make particular things happen that may not have happened had I not been there at that particular time in that particular place.

And this is some of the things that make me think that my Dad was a very happily practicing Zoophile. Until he was 50 years old, he was a farmer and dairyman, sometimes having at one time, more than 300 head of hogs, and before the 1950’s, he had mules and horses, and always, cows up to and until 1963. That is when he sold everything and moved to the Central Valley of California, where I still live and call it my home.