Fellow Vorarephile Feeling Shame

[ginksharklez (mention)]

I've been needing to talk to someone about this, and I think I finally found a safe space to do so.

I would like to share a bit of my story developing my vore fetish and how it has affected my life. I am a white, cisgender man raised with awareness of my privilege.

Come 10-13, when most people started experiencing sexual attraction, my fetish stuck with me, and I never developed traditional sexual attraction. What I used to be into when it came to watching animals or other non-humans eat others, shifted onto my romantic attraction to women. I imagined the girls I liked and the crushes I had eating me as a "giantess" (though I wasn't aware of that term until later) and that was what I transferred my masturbation stimulant to. I had always been straight to my knowledge, because I was a boy who liked girls (however, I come to realize very later on that heterosexual and heteroromantic are two different things). I learned what sex was not from primal urges once I reached adolescence like most people, but from other people talking to me about it and making jokes. I officially knew what it was when I was 13 and I had one of the saddest realizations of my life: I was doomed to be different. I remember the exact moment I was contemplating it at the school lunch table. I knew I wasn't gay or any other LGBT identity, but I wasn't entirely like my straight friends either. There was no one I could share it with, so I kept it a secret to anyone I knew that I wasn't into sex despite being romantically attracted to women. I faked liking it to fit in and made jokes with others and throughout my middle school/first half of high school journey, which kept me from feeling socially isolated. Right after this revelation, I thought back to that moment in my childhood, where it all went wrong. I thought if my seemingly premature hormones didn't latch on to that moment, I wouldn't have been robbed of developing sexual attraction, making me incompatible. Despite this, I knew I was in too deep. I turned to the only place I could lurk for answers without judgement... the internet. This was in 2018 and there was a fair share of vore content to explore. I had previously simply looked up pictures of women sticking their tongue out or showing off their mouth to get me off, but I never thought if there were other people like me. I discovered the terms "fetish" and "vorarephilia" and some "giantess" vore videos online. Vore actresses with gummy bears and old videos of pillow puppets eating a voluptuous woman told me I was not alone, which gave me some solace. I knew there was a community for vore, as a lot of the content I consumed was on DeviantArt, but I never engaged with it in fear of my identity being compromised. If anyone in school found out what I was into instead of sex, I felt I would be alienated more so than the openly LGBTQ people in my school. Another reason I never talked with the community, hypocritically enough, was the idea that I was in a weird, messed up part of the internet and didn't want to associate with anyone in it.

My Dad noticed my stained sheets and thought it was a good time to sit down and talk to me. When we had this private conversation, he asked me what I was watching. He wanted me to tell it to him and hear me say it out loud to just get it out there, although he was still under the assumption I was watching traditional sex porn. When I said "giantess vore", he was confused. After I told him what it was, I didn't know what to expect, but still feeling that sense of shame, I told him to block DeviantArt and other searches, I hopes I would develop the ability to enjoy sex like a normal guy my age. He even offered me old Playboys he had to look at to try to change me. For the next week, I tried and tried, but the idea of it was just too repulsing at my age and I cried myself to sleep some nights knowing if I couldn't get hard at watching sex, I would die a virgin and never experience intimacy in a world where sex is portrayed as the highest form of love to another person. The acceptance to this hopelessness was flooring, but it came with time, and I returned to my giantess vore content, ever fascinated with the thought of a girl I liked just swallowing me whole. Once my Dad found out, my whole family found out and through ages 14-18 whenever they found out what I was interested, my Dad would be furious. He would always say the blame was on him for not pushing me to go outside more as a kid and that my introverted-ness is what caused the brain defect I had not to enjoy sex like anyone else my age. My mother and sister thought and still think I am a perverted sociopath. Being raised like this kept me from ever opening up about it to anyone and I often asked myself if it wasn't too late. Maybe I just never met the right woman for me yet. Maybe she would open my eyes to the beauty of her intimate parts, and I would forget about this frivolous vore fetish that never left my childhood.

Throughout high school and after COVID ended, I found my people and developed closer friends. In my eyes at the time, what really separated myself from
the vore community and why I didn't want to interact with it was how normal I was outside of my fetish (with all due respect). I always considered myself a very generic and average person. On top of that I had all the default physical traits that granted me privilege in society. The only thing different was this fetish in place of my sexual life. It was also around this time I discovered the "Vore in Media" channel that was discontinued this year unfortunately, but it's cool to be able to say was lurking since the first video was released. Around this time, I also became attracted to curvaceous women, not as an invitation for sex like a lot of guys, but because an exposed stomach under a crop top got my mind racing with vore thoughts of being inside of it. My later years in high school I had strong feelings for a couple girls but never acted on them in fear of when we became intimate, she would find out the truth and my social life in high school would essentially be over. Years went by and I entered college. In March-April, 2025 I met this woman at my work who to this day is the closest I've ever gotten to having a girlfriend. There was a mutual romantic attraction for sure. As we drew closer together, I started feeling a strong emotional bond and I was actually getting hard during a lot of our encounters. I started thinking about it and while I wasn't sexually attracted to women, I became more open to the idea of sex. It was this woman that made me want to participate in sex not because of my attraction to her parts, but because I wanted to please her and make her happy. It would bring me so much joy to have sex with her and make her happy on an emotional level. For the first time in my life, I felt mentally ready and willing to do it, but only when I was very close with a person (something I hadn't experienced up until this point). She made some signs that she wanted to fuck me, but it turned south quick due to her ghosting me suddenly and I figured out there were personal reasons that made us incompatible through a friend who spoke with her. This was one of the only times in my life I felt heartbreak, even though we weren't official at any point. It reaffirmed my belief that I was cursed to never have sex and I began returning to my vore fetish to escape it. That word "incompatible" when I heard it was like a dagger to the heart. I was built this way in my childhood, and despite me being interested in sex for any partner I may have, I wasn't like other guys. I had a purely fictional fetish that was impossible in real life and if any woman found out about it, I would be a creep or a pervert. I always felt like I had a loving heart towards people, but how my perception of vore has been reaffirmed as negative for all these years, I felt like I needed help to get rid of it and enjoy sex like a normal kid my age.

I am now 21 years old and through a period of self-discovery realizing these feelings may put me somewhere on the asexual spectrum. I had many LGBTQ+ friends and was aware of what the "+" at the end meant, but I never considered myself asexual because I didn't understand what it meant and how because I liked women, it didn't apply to me. After some research the past few weeks I realized I most likely am a heteroromantic, sex-favorable asexual man (with potential of being demisexual). However, I would never consider myself to be LGBTQ+ because I never experienced discrimination on the level all the other letters have. About a week ago, I thought back to the moments I had with that one woman I got close with and a wave of determination washed over me suddenly. I closed my eyes that night and started to think about sex with her. Not cheap porn sex or the thought of her intimate parts, but sex on a level where it's a deep emotional bond. I thought of our bodies embracing, kissing and hugging, and me pleasuring her in the form of true intimate love. It took longer than the thought of her eating me would, but I eventually finished and the feeling I got out of that was unlike any other time in recent memory. A chill ran down my spine of pure elation, and I laid there breathing heavily. I began to cry happy tears thinking "I did it...". This moment happened not too long ago and with that, I returned to lurking the vore community and decided to finally make an account here as I was of age and felt I had nothing else to lose. I have a decent online following and my username is an alias for that to protect my identity. I just needed to share my story with people I felt could best understand it.

I'm aware, of course, that asking these questions on a forum full of people who are also into vore, there will be some bias in what I'm asking, but this is a subject I'm too afraid and ashamed to ever bring it up to a friend or even a mental health professional because of how ostracized vore is to the general public. I'm just in search of some deep answers here.

- Is it unusual for people who grew up liking vore to not be interested in sex/asexual? Does that make me asexual? (I will say it would be MUCH easier to come out as asexual than come out as a vorarephile). I think back on that awakening in my childhood, regretting reinforcing my vorarephilic desires to where it's now virtually irreversible. Maybe if I never had vore as a psychological stimulant when I was a kid, I would've developed normal sexual attraction.

- If anyone here is in a similar position where you are romantically attracted to women, but you're into exclusively vore instead of sex, how do you navigate IRL relationships? When do you talk about your fetish if at all? I feel so lost and full of shame with whatever is wrong with me and knowing it's most likely here to stay, I need guidance on how to explain this to women I'm interested in without scaring her away and confirming there's something messed up with my brain. (I don't mean for this language to sound dehumanizing or anything, especially since I'm speaking with people who have the same fetish, but it's the shame I feel I need to either shake off me or learn to deal with it).

- For people in or have been in IRL relationships, even if you're into sex and vore is a side-kink, have you ever incorporated it into your life? What about giantess related kinks? For me the raw emotion and feeling of being eaten alive is just as "sexy" as the act itself. I like the idea of unwillingly submitting yourself to a dominant predator is what really gets me off. In a perfect world, the woman I end up falling in love with is willing to engage in my fantasies and act as a giantess eating me in the bedroom, but I was wondering if that is a reality for anyone in here or maybe it's something that is kept in your minds and online?

- Does anyone else feel the same shame I do? If you used to have shame and don't anymore, how did you get rid of it? As I said before, I'm a completely "normal" dude aside from all this. I actually grew up thinking furries were weird (I don't anymore, y'all are super chill), which was insanely hypocritical for what I was into. I've already mapped out a plan in my head if any of my online or Discord friends find out about it, I would leave all servers and wipe my name from the internet. That's how bad it's gotten.

If you've made it this far, thank you, wholeheartedly. I needed to get all this out and it ended up being a lot longer than I thought at first, but I'm glad it was to let everyone understand my struggle with this. If you wouldn't mind leaving a reply if you have any advice, PLEASE don't hesitate. I'm lost and any answer to my question or comment would mean the world <3

Thank you

[Talksalot (mention)]

I'll try to keep this brief, but that is impossible.

My story has some similar elements but vastly different material realities, which I unfortunately still struggle with.
I was raised by strict, unquestioningly Christian parents who pulled me out of school and isolated me from the world, teaching me their version of the world and the truth. They were all I knew, so I trusted them with everything. Or so I thought.
I was a very sensitive child who always tried to be kind. Comparisons and being the middle child always made me feel "wrong" or not good enough. I don't know how, but I learned "you can tell us anything," thing from my parents was a lie, and I knew to keep some things to myself.

It started at a very young age, must've been around 6-8. It started from media, mostly animated, children's movies and whatever my parents may have approved of, like some comics. I started out terrified of the idea of being eaten alive, but it kept staying on my mind and any image of it in media felt like it was permanently burned into my retina.
I didn't have much privacy. But under my sheets I imagined being inside a stomach, unable to escape. In the bathroom, next to the tumble dryer, I felt the pleasant heat coming out of it as it was used and imagined my body enveloped by it, while I also played with some tube thing that was stored in the tumble dryer but taken out while it was used; the tube was big enough to slip my arms in and it gave be impression of being swallowed alive. In the bath I played with my sex, pretending it was a seamonster, as one of the most seen types of vore at that point in my life. I also drew some bad monster vore that wouldn't get much attention, but I soon gave up drawing as it was one of those things where a sibling was better and I didn't even want to bother.

As time went on, my sex inevitably developed. My early vore fantasies caused tingles in my sex and I did play with it, but it had little effect. I had no sex education, expect being told it is wrong doing it before marriage and that I would go to hell for it. There were a lot of threats of hell in my life. So, once my sex developed, I got overly attracted to femininity. I believe the first time I saw some overly sexualised and attractive woman on some store advertisement I broke out into tears because I didn't understand my feelings. But I knew what I was feeling was wrong and that I would go to hell for it if I couldn't fix it.
But I couldn't help but give in to the urges and recently got access to a mobile device and ended up looking up pictures of woman. I masturbated a bit without knowing what I was doing, then I'd get bored/satisfied and stopped. This happened several times, until I accidentally stumbled upon vore. The first time I actually finished. I didn't even know what was coming out of me and was horrified. I remember looking in the mirror and searching for answers in my eyes, knowing none existed. I told myself it was a one time thing and I would not do it again.

But the feelings continued, and I continued. I was terrified. I thought god hated me or was testing me or something. Or it was a punishment, because I couldn't be Christian no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't pray or worship. I couldn't believe. But god and my parents was all I knew. And I was betraying both.
I never realised how sad I was and how much I hated life, but this made it so much worse and I wished I could die in some way or time to send me to heaven rather than hell. I didn't know what to do. Wanting to die but "knowing" all I would get is eternal damnation because I was bad and wrong.

I decided that I had to either confess my sins and let my parents handle it, or keep it secret and avoid them hurting me. So I decided to keep it secret and to try and destroy it somehow. The first thing I tried was to try and replace it with general sexual content, I was attracted to woman after all. But I could never finish to it and also found myself liking girl on girl porn; something so unthinkable I wasn't even told about it. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fix it. I wanted to confess again, but it had been so long that I was scared of how bad it would be to reveal it, every day the thought was scarier.

The shame. The fear of god and my parents. The hatred of myself. They were constant and made me believe that all life was, was suffering. But my coping mechanism was vore itself. The sin. I was going to burn in hell no matter how hard I tried, might as well enjoy myself until then.
I became very angry with life and also adopted some of the hateful beliefs of those around me. Through some luck, I eventually steered myself away from the far-right and fanatic Christian beliefs. I learned more about Christianity and that the popular god isn't the hateful one I grew to fear, but I could still not believe in it.

I grew to recognise myself as something beyond simple definitions. Not wrong or right. Not good or bad. I was beyond what I was assigned. I was not Christian. Not a man. And not the perfect image of straight. My skin does not make me a superior race and my ethnicity doesn't make me better. I am not above or below anyone.
I am me. I am different, but the same. I can fit their definitions, but defining me is impossible.

I am still on the road of finding myself but I left the shame behind, because there was no point in hating myself for how I formed. I have accepted that I am weird and everchanging. I have accepted that I can never be myself around some people, and it is the fault of them and not myself. I will not be subject to other people's perspectives, ideas and definitions and am the only one who can even come close to defining myself.

Now, I cannot answer your questions directly.
You may look at my perspective on shame and not fitting in. Shame and fear go hand in hand. Fear is logical, shame is a burden. I believe if you can accept yourself, you can rid yourself of shame.
My perspective on sex is somewhat of having vorarehpilia as my sexuality, with a heavy leaning to femininity and some overflow in general attraction to femininity. I am still very much defining what it is that I like, and I am afraid I will never get a conclusive answer in the realm of sexuality or romantic appeal. You can fit yourself in a definition if you wish. Or you can take an aspect of the definition and accept that as part of the truth with no real word to define it.
For relationships and friends, I am unfortunately alone; mostly fault of my own. I would wish for people around me to share simpler desires and to partake in fantasies together, and I am sure it is possible, yet I do not know how to obtain it.

Well, this really is a bit of a rant since I also needed to get some of this off my chest. Apologies for the length. Though I could not "answer" your questions, I hope my account can give you some insight and that it is at least somewhat cohesive. I hope you find your way, love from VV. <3

[shongeijeo (mention)]

Hi. First of all, as cheap as it may sound, I'm sorry for what you had to go through, and I'm glad you are finally finding your balance with it.

As my vore fetish is very sexual, I come from the opposite side of the spectrum. But the 2022 survey says there are quite a number of aces into vore. Aces are about 10% of the people here, which I'm pretty sure is about 10 times as you would expect in the general population. I actually suggest you take a look at the survey. Maybe it's just my weird fetish fixation for statistics, but I actually found it very interesting, and some of the stuff I read there actually encouraged me to start writing stories and get involved with the community here on Eka's.
There are also many posts by people who describe being turned on by vore but not by "normal" sex in the forum. You are definitely not alone.

After some research the past few weeks I realized I most likely am a heteroromantic, sex-favorable asexual man (with potential of being demisexual). However, I would never consider myself to be LGBTQ+ because I never experienced discrimination on the level all the other letters have.

Does that make me asexual? (I will say it would be MUCH easier to come out as asexual than come out as a vorarephile).

I guess that makes you an heteroromantic, sex-favorable asexual man. But remember that labels exist to make it more practical to tell others what you like/feel/are. They do not define you, so don't overthink it.
If coming out as asexual is easier to open up, I'd say go for it. I myself have told no-one in real life about vore, so I get you.

I think back on that awakening in my childhood, regretting reinforcing my vorarephilic desires to where it's now virtually irreversible. Maybe if I never had vore as a psychological stimulant when I was a kid, I would've developed normal sexual attraction.

If I were you, I would not blame myself, or something I did, for getting into vore. What we do and see may steer our drives a bit, but most of it is just how we are. Trying to change ourselves is usually a much worse idea than accepting ourselves.
It took me a long while to accept that I was into boys. I lived most of my teens in denial of my being gay, and every time a girl stirred something (less than 10% of when a boy did the same) I used it as argument to convince myself I was actually not gay. Well, that did not work.
At some point, as an adult, I found the word "vore" on reddit, and went down the rabbit hole. Finding out that others have this fetish helped me accept it, and accepting it tore down the final wall that kept me from admitting I'm gay. I kind of feel close to your story, and I am happy it did not take you as long as me.

By the way, after I accepted my sexuality, I started thinking back at things I experienced. And that's when I figured I must actually be closer to bi then gay. It's hard to understand yourself if you don't accept yourself first.

However, I would never consider myself to be LGBTQ+ because I never experienced discrimination on the level all the other letters have.

Why would you not consider yourself LGBTQ+? It's not the discrimination that defines us. Besides, it seems to me like you did experience discrimination. It's not a competition.

As for what you ask about IRL relationships... I haven't really completely figured them out either, and I have yet to tell any partner about my fetish. Sorry, but I'm not going to be much helpful. However...

I like the idea of unwillingly submitting yourself to a dominant predator is what really gets me off.

That sounds to me like you might be into dom/sub, CNC, or some of those fetishes. Which, I think, might be more common than vore. So maybe that could be a path to a first approach. I'm just saying what comes to mind. You do you.

- Does anyone else feel the same shame I do? If you used to have shame and don't anymore, how did you get rid of it?

I used to feel it. Mostly for being gay, less for vore, but I digress. I think, after finding out there are others with my same "unnormalness", I finally managed to decouple what others think of me from what I think of myself. Both things are important in life, and you can't just pretend not to see what others think or might think of you. But it's also important not to confuse it with what you think of yourself.

Sorry, I digressed quite a bit, and ended up blurting out a lot of stuff. I hope this can be helpful, even just a bit.

And, again, I am glad you have seen through the worse and are heading for the better.
Safe everything, @ginksharklez !

[ginksharklez (mention)]

Thank you for your reply, shongeijeo.

I made my Eka's Portal account about a month ago now, but I only started looking at the content here since I posted my experience. I ended up looking at that survey and as someone who is also super into stats, it was a good read. (Edit: Do you know how often these census's get run? 2022 is pretty old if you think about it.) I never really knew how wide ranged this fetish was until I started engaging with the community here somewhat. It does make me feel better knowing there are other aces here and it's not just me. I'd love to know other aces's stories with vore and see if I can relate at all.

Yeah I don't mean for that label to define me, it's just easier for me to understand myself and my sexuality after all these years and it's been give me some well-needed closure. As for if I will come out about it, I don't know for sure. It'll definitely be a conversation I'll need to have with a potential partner.

About the LGBTQ+ thing, I get how it's not about the discrimination, it just feels wrong since I can pass as straight to society on the surface by looking at my romantic interests and it wouldn't feel right to me. Maybe I'll find a community there accepting and validating of what I'm going through, but right now I'm still figuring out myself

I'm DEFINITELY into the BDSM side of vore, leaning into being sub and unwilling. I have considered if I get to a stage in a relationship where she is comfortable with it, using that as a bridge to have a better sex life and help me please my partner, but I don't know if I'd ever mention the vore stuff haha.

I'm happy to hear you accepted yourself and I think with time away from the people that reinforce it to be a problem would help me find acceptance with my sexuality too. I think what would really wipe the shame from me is if I'm able to have a meaningful relationship with a woman I love. If I can get there, I'll know the fetish isn't standing between me and finding someone, and I'll finally be at peace. The regret I have about vore now is different than before. I used to be ashamed for it being weird and messed up like "why am I jacking off to someone's brutal death???" But I've since gotten over that and it's really just the way it's made it harder for me to find meaningful relationships.

I definitely had an awakening as a kid, but I'm questioning was born asexual from the start or did I become asexual because vore was in place before my sex hormones were supposed to develop? If I never saw that random MLP episode as a kid with my sister, would I have developed typical attraction straight men have towards breasts and ass?

[shongeijeo (mention)]

Do you know how often these census's get run? 2022 is pretty old if you think about it.
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The results of the 2022 survey came out this January, a few months after I got an account. As far as I understand, finding the time to go through them was quite a bit of an effort for Eka and the others, so I do not know when another will be. Hopefully soon, I'd really love to see how things change, but unfortunately that might be complicated.

I never really knew how wide ranged this fetish was until I started engaging with the community here somewhat.

Yeah, right? There is a lot of stuff I ended up getting into, that I could never imagine on my own. I don't know if that's good or bad, but I think it did help me explore what I feel and like.

But I've since gotten over that and it's really just the way it's made it harder for me to find meaningful relationships.

I see your point there. I suppose it's one step at a time. No need to rush.

I definitely had an awakening as a kid, but I'm questioning was born asexual from the start or did I become asexual because vore was in place before my sex hormones were supposed to develop?

I also definitely was into this since I was a kid, since way before it was sexual. I don't know whether I was born with it, or it was some random thing I saw/experienced and interpreted in a weird way. I can pinpoint some TV show that triggered part of it, but if I keep digging into my memories I see that I already had it going before I have any memories, I think. So maybe I was born with it?
I don't think we can ever know. I think this is just how the brain works. Sometimes ideas come from a random trigger. Good ideas, bad ideas, great ideas, insignificant ideas. I don't think it's worth investing time in finding a culprit.

About the LGBTQ+ thing, I get how it's not about the discrimination, it just feels wrong since I can pass as straight to society on the surface by looking at my romantic interests and it wouldn't feel right to me.

I don't want to push you about this, I get where you come from, and this is just my humble opinion. But the fact that you said "I can pass as straight" tells that you are very much part of the community already. I mean, I can pass as straight to society too, since I am attracted also to women, but that doesn't make me straight.

Anyway, I'm glad my reply got to you.
Live long and prosper!

[SeductiveCyndaquil67 (mention)]

Generic and average and "privileged" person here. There are actually quite a few of us in this community! I came across vore on DA at like 13 or 14 y.o., never even tried getting off to sex porn (and if I did, it was so lame I forgot it happened). nobody IRL ever found out. IDK if I'd consider myself ace or I'm just a bi dude with a very weak (or at least vore-dependent) sex drive. Probably a demisexual of some sort? whatever. i got other questions to think about. will cross that bridge when i get there, if necessary.

"In March-April, 2025 I met this woman at my work who to this day is the closest I've ever gotten to having a girlfriend. There was a mutual romantic attraction for sure. As we drew closer together, I started feeling a strong emotional bond and I was actually getting hard during a lot of our encounters. I started thinking about it and while I wasn't sexually attracted to women, I became more open to the idea of sex. It was this woman that made me want to participate in sex not because of my attraction to her parts, but because I wanted to please her and make her happy. It would bring me so much joy to have sex with her and make her happy on an emotional level. For the first time in my life, I felt mentally ready and willing to do it, but only when I was very close with a person (something I hadn't experienced up until this point)."

THIS IS THE KEY. You have to find something like this again.

"After some research the past few weeks I realized I most likely am a heteroromantic, sex-favorable asexual man (with potential of being demisexual). However, I would never consider myself to be LGBTQ+ because I never experienced discrimination on the level all the other letters have."

In modern parlance, the inability to get horny for people you don't seriously romantically love is referred to as being "demisexual" (as you have noted) but back in great grandma's time, we referred to this as "being a little shy with the opposite sex," or if we want to go back to 1850, "not being a sex-crazed floozie." Though the word for it is a recent invention, our kind have always existed and we are more than capable of romantic success. The LGBT+ community isn't an airtight dome with a centralized all-knowing police force; it's a smattering of little camps spread across a vast territory, living amongst all kinds of peoples, with absolutely nothing in common except the fact that they aren't fully conventional in terms of sexual preferences, gender identity, and/or romantic interest. You don't have to win an intersectional oppression victim medal to be welcome here. There are only like 3 people out there who actually demand that, and they probably are too unlike you to be helpful anyways. There are cozy little corners on the internet for normie-adjacent vorefreaks like us to enjoy, you just have to get lucky enough to stumble across one. We aren't necessarily rare, we're just quiet. You don't need a "community," you just need a couple really good friends who you don't have to hide jack shit from. Tying yourself in knots to fit in with the Normie Haters Online Club is just as dumb as tying yourself in knots to fit in with closedminded offline puritans. Just keep roaming till you find people you actually enjoy being with. I wish the rest of the world well and I try to be nice whenever the opportunity comes up, but I try not to get emotionally invested in them, and I certainly don't owe them the truth.

Basically, It's not the end of the world. You'll find love eventually if you're active and persistent about meeting people. You're fine. I'm basically you, except I'm 2 years older and probably even more unlikeable (due to being cub nut who is also a cringy cranky hypertraditional square stick-in-the-mud in most respects).

There are billions of people out there. No matter how odd you are, there's somebody that is at least tolerably compatible with you out there, unless you're expecting to marry a chiseled 7-foot billionaire (or i guess the conventionally-feminine equivalent of that). I've never really bothered looking for a relationship myself (though I did stumble into one, and it went pretty similar to your 2025 experience). So, PLEASE NOTE that my advice is derived mainly from armchair theorizing, rather than experience.

Just close your eyes and think of her eating you. If (hand + dick + vore) is enough to please you, (pussy + dick + vore) probably won't be any worse. She doesn't even have to be into vore (though that would obviously be optimal), she just has to like you enough to enjoy humoring you. You enjoy the sex because you know she loves it, and she enjoys the vore shit because she knows you're crazy for it. Offer her a carbonated drink before sex so she burps on you. Don't be afraid to scare the hoes - if you can only maintain a relationship by keeping something as big as your vore kink permanently secret, the relationship is unworkable trash and deserves to die. You don't have to wear it on your sleeve (God knows I don't, except online), but it's probably best to disclose the situation after a few dates, depending on how close you are and how understanding of a person she is. It's fun teasing people about their kinks and turning them on, even if you don't share that specific kink yourself! It's even more fun if I love the person I am teasing! Many people have this mindset. Find a girl who wants to do that to you.

"About a week ago, I thought back to the moments I had with that one woman I got close with and a wave of determination washed over me suddenly. I closed my eyes that night and started to think about sex with her. Not cheap porn sex or the thought of her intimate parts, but sex on a level where it's a deep emotional bond. I thought of our bodies embracing, kissing and hugging, and me pleasuring her in the form of true intimate love. It took longer than the thought of her eating me would, but I eventually finished and the feeling I got out of that was unlike any other time in recent memory."

^^^or do this again, it seems to have worked very well.

Don't feel bad about liking vore. That's a part of you that one generally can't saw it off, and the ones who try usually end up damaging themselves pretty bad. Nothing but regret, wasted energy, and self-repression down that road. I had my "nonstraight kid who thinks God hates nonstraights and sends them all to Hell" phase a while back, and lemme tell you, it ain't sustainable. You are what you are, it is what it is, shrug it off and move on. This is your life, get used to it. I will not deny that your unusual sexual preferences will cause some degree of inconvenience from time to time. Just be creative and find a workaround that lets you secure your objective of human connection without fundamentally uprooting who you are. Most people have at least one thing "wrong" with them. Humans are not created equal, and even if they were, there is no way they will ever end up equal - but somehow, we find ways of life that suit our characteristics, and we make do! You cannot "solve" this "problem" with who you are, so just reshape your context until its no longer a problem. Instead of beating yourself up about sexuality, redirect that self-improvement energy to avenues that will actually help you. Learn things, create art, practice hobbies, become a cooler version of yourself. Come home at the end of the day and relax without feeling bad about it. The best way to kill shame is to recognize how irrational it is. Just because you have to hide something from the public (viz., idiots) does not mean that the thing is wrong. Never ever doom! Nothing is actually that bad! Anxiety about avoiding hardship and suffering and/or pitying yourself over it are the biggest causes of hardship and suffering!

At least that's my plan for my own life. Hopefully it can serve you well, too. If you stumble across anything better, let me know :^)

[THEholySnail (mention)]

You experienced what some people refer to as the "awakening" to vore at a very young age. I too had a similar experience, that my mind experienced this idea of one character swallowing another completely as oddly stimulating and yes, I too never desired what is essentially the "vanilla" (I do not mean it in a derogatory way) version of sex. I still wonder to this day, whether it was purely bad luck, that I read certain books/ watched certain cartoons, causally imprinting the vore fetish into my mind, or whether my mind always has been a vorarephile and the "awakening" was merely the messenger, showing me my true colours?
Nowadays my assessment tends to gravitate towards the latter hypothesis, that I was inevitably fated to develope vorarephilia, rather than being influenced by the media into developing vorarephilia.
I know, this thought might sound confusing , so, to give a more simple analogy, I basically see it as similar to the "Ghola" phenomenon from the Dune books. Where the previous life remains as an unlockable personality of the ghola and upon reliving important memories, the ghola can "awaken" and find its original persona, yet it was not newly manifested, but always has been there.

You basically said in one sentence, what truly is the reason behind it all: "never experience intimacy in a world where sex is portrayed as the highest form of love to another person". That's an external pressure society forms around both sex and love. This idea, that both are meant to be one and the same, where they logically speaking can not be, paired with the emphasiz on sex as some kind of hierarchical ascension, a form of enlightenment.
Think about how ridiculous that view truly is. As humans we have needs and desires and these desires do have hierarchies. Breathing and supplying yourself with Oxygen, eating, drinking, sleeping. The fullfillment of these needs has priority over all other needs, as not fullfilling one of these, prevents one from finding any fullfillment in life, as it prevents life itself. Yet despite this very clear, hierarchical superposition, humans do not put an emphasiz on these needs in a metaphysical way. I mean, ob the internet many people outright neglect them, sacrificing them for lesser ones. Think of those, who instead of sleeping, scroll through the web, those who chase beauty standards and starve themselves, despite plenty of food being near.
Sex however, does come with such a metaphysical conotation, as people see it, to put it in your words as " as the highest form of love to another person ".
But is it? May a human not love or desire anything outside of sex to a greater degree than sex itself?
I personally think, that humans indeed can transcend the physical stimulation of sex towards greater forms of love and fullfillment in life and that this societal belief is illusory in its nature.
Notice, how often it is this external pressure that internalizes this into shame: Your dad's anger towards you, your fear of being perceived as "weird" by your peers. Your wish to conform to a societal norm.

Now, I do admit, I myself also feel ashamed and well, for 90% of my life I have not known, that vore is something you can find on the internet, so I painted these thoughts all into physical paintings and live a life of secrecy. I truly do wish, fate would have not taken such a path. However, I also do admit, this fear of mine is irrational. Vore, of all things you might encounter on the internet is on a scale from like 0 being super bad and 10 being completely harmless, it would be like a 7 or so. If people find it, you were into it. You're not commiting a crime. I know, you said, you were famous on the internet and have to be careful regarding your reputation, but I bet, if people found out about it and you chose to not disappear from all websites, people would probably not even care or if they would, you could give it like a month. The internet is full of people getting way way worse allegations than being into vore and reputational loss seems to not affect them. Think of all the Crypto scammers, casino streamers, sketchy podcasters, political grifters, shady steroid advocators getting away scott-free. In this attention economy our fears are kinda not comparable to the constant flow of scandals and beefs people perceive.

[ginksharklez (mention)]

Hey! Thank you for the reply SeductiveCyndaquil. I hadn't check the forum in a bit so apologies for being so late.

There are cozy little corners on the internet for normie-adjacent vorefreaks like us to enjoy, you just have to get lucky enough to stumble across one. We aren't necessarily rare, we're just quiet. You don't need a "community," you just need a couple really good friends who you don't have to hide jack shit from. Tying yourself in knots to fit in with the Normie Haters Online Club is just as dumb as tying yourself in knots to fit in with closedminded offline puritans. Just keep roaming till you find people you actually enjoy being with. I wish the rest of the world well and I try to be nice whenever the opportunity comes up, but I try not to get emotionally invested in them, and I certainly don't owe them the truth.

Basically, It's not the end of the world. You'll find love eventually if you're active and persistent about meeting people. You're fine. I'm basically you, except I'm 2 years older and probably even more unlikeable (due to being cub nut who is also a cringy cranky hypertraditional square stick-in-the-mud in most respects).

There are billions of people out there. No matter how odd you are, there's somebody that is at least tolerably compatible with you out there, unless you're expecting to marry a chiseled 7-foot billionaire (or i guess the conventionally-feminine equivalent of that). I've never really bothered looking for a relationship myself (though I did stumble into one, and it went pretty similar to your 2025 experience). So, PLEASE NOTE that my advice is derived mainly from armchair theorizing, rather than experience.Link to post

All of this was so refreshing to hear honestly. I appreciate your positive outlook, and it really gave me a better perspective on things. Especially coming from someone so similar to me. I feel like once I can prove to myself, I can be in a romantic relationship coexisting with my fetish, I'll be truly rid of any shame I felt. I just need to get out there more. I really is heartwarming to hear there are other freaks like me that seem like genuinely good people on a level I can relate to, and you seem like one of those people just by your happy and empathetic attitude from your reply alone Another thing I think is charming about this website is how it kept it's early 2000s interface design so it feels like I'm in a secret, unknown spot on the internet and your guys's comments have definitely improved my outlook on it.